TRANSMIGRATED AS A GHOST

Lorenzo's eyes went wide as he saw the mana beginning to form the flames for the spell Gurrom had just cast, and he immediately let go of his estoc that was stuck in Gurrom's stomach.

Jumping back Lorenzo tried to get as far away from Gurrom and the powerful spell he was about to release as possible.

Unfortunately, the spell Gurrom had been preparing had a large range and as soon as it had finished building up power, Lorenzo was ingulfed in a raging inferno.

Gurrom's fire storm quickly spilled out of the ring and crashed against the barrier that was protecting the audience.

The flames licked up trying to escape further but as powerful as they were, the barrier that had been set up was able to absorb even the full power of a tier five spell.

Soon the flames began to wane, and as the ring became clear again everyone could see Gurrom standing tall, Lorenzo's estoc still sticking out of his stomach, and his opponent blown out of the ring with horrible burns all over his body.

Yet somehow Lorenzo was still alive and even stood back up.

He had used every skill he had to take the powerful tier five spell head on, and while he had burns over most of his body, he could still move.

"It is going to take more than that to keep me down dwarf."

Staggering over to the ring Lorenzo tried to climb back up when Gurrom just finished another chant.

"Chain fire shot."

Three rings of fire then appeared behind Gurrom, started spinning, and shotting out fire shots like machine guns.

Lorenzo in order to dodge had to give up on climbing back into the ring and rolled onto the ground.

Of course, Gurrom was not really trying to hit him, all he needed to do was keep Lorenzo out of the ring until the referee finished the ten count.

"Six."

'Just a little bit longer, I just need to hold out for a bit more.'

As much as Gurrom was currently in the winning position, he was actually more injured than Lorenzo was, and he knew he would not last much longer.

His stomach currently had a hole in it, and he was losing blood fast. If Lorenzo made it back onto the ring, he would have to use some of the abilities he had been keeping hidden.

"Three."

"Ahhhh."

Letting out a battle scream to help him get over the pain and to bring out the last of his strength, Lorenzo jumped with all his might to get back into the ring before he was disqualified.

He had been offered to great a prize if he could win the tournament, and he was not going to lose here to a forgemaster when he was one of the greatest warriors in the kingdom

"Flame tiger strike."

Casting a tier four fire magic spell, Gurrom used up the rest of his mana in a last attempt to take Lorenzo out.

With a raging tiger made of flames coming right for him, Lorenzo brought back his mithril stiletto and gave it all the strength he had before throwing it forward.

This time he was aiming for Gurrom's head, not caring about killing him.

He would rather ruffle up a few nobles than to lose, and if they only way that was going to happened was by killing his opponent, then so be it.

Seeing the blade coming right for him Gurrom knew he was in no condition to move.

Just standing where he was, and casting spells was all he had.

Clicking his tongue Gurrom had wanted to hide this function, but he was about to die and had no choice.

"Axe auto defend."

His axe having fallen to the ground when he cast his fire storm spell, suddenly shot up as if gravity no longer effected it and intercepted the stiletto flying for its master.

Cling!

The two weapons met and Gurrom's floating axe blocked the weapon heading right for his head ending Lorenzo's last hope.

Boom!

The flame tiger strike that Gurrom had cast exploded right before hitting Lorenzo and blasted him back away from the ring, causing him to crash back into the ground outside of it.

"One."

"Zero."

"That is the match. And by ring out, Gurrom Durand has won against Lorenzo."

Many in the crowd began to cheer at Gurrom's victory, while others held their heads in despair since they had been betting on Lorenzo.

However, some people even began crying.

They were the members of Lorenzo's band and now that their boss had lost, they knew that their dream was once again far out of reach.

Gurrom with Lorenzo's estoc still lodged in his stomach, began limping over to the edge of the ring as the tournament's healers began running towards him and Lorenzo who were both badly injured.

Luckily neither of them were dead, and with a few quick healing spells the two of them were stabilized, though Gurrom was going to have to experience a bit more pain.

"Okay brace yourself because we are going to pull it out."

Gritting his teeth Gurrom prepared for the tournament's healers to pull the estoc out his gut, and when they did it certainly hurt like hell.

"Greater cure."

With blood flooding out of his now open wound, one of the tournament's healers quickly applied a tier three healing magic spell to Gurrom to prevent him from bleeding out.

Of course, the first spell was only enough to stop the bleeding and the multiple healers around Gurrom quickly cast spells one after another.

"Okay that should do for now but please come with us to the infirmary where we can make sure that your wounds are closed." One of the healers said to Gurrom.

"No, I am fine, just go and look after my opponent."

Walking away Gurrom headed back into the arena disregarding the healer's advice.

Naturally the healer could not force Gurrom to come in for further treatment and headed over to Lorenzo who had a couple healers tending to his severe burns.

Soon Gurrom appeared back in the stands and quickly found Marcus who turned around and smiled at him.

"Well, that was certainly an intense fight you had there. When you got stabbed in the stomach I though you might have been a goner." Marcus said as Gurrom sat down next to him.

"It is going to take more than him to beat me. Anyway, I let him stab me on purpose so I could lock him down. Most people look at me and think that I am just a strong warrior, but I am sure you know that I am also an expert of fire magic."

"Yeah, well you did not need to do that, I am sure. I know you were holding back, since you did not activate any special enchantments on your armor and only one on your weapon that has it defend you."

Clicking his tongue Gurrom said, "So you noticed huh. Well, I still have held onto most of my hand, but what about you. I heard you barely used any magic in your fight and for the most part just toyed around with your opponent."

Shrugging his shoulders Marcus said, "I saw that the kid needed a lesson, so I taught him one. Oh, and I can tell you are still not up to one hundred percent so here you go."

"Persistent Healing."

Casting his tier four healing magic spell on Gurrom, the internal damage that was still causing him pain slowly went away until his stomach had fully healed.

"I guess I should say thank you, but I would have been fine by tomorrow anyway."

"Yeah, I know, just helping out my friend.. Anyway, it looks like the next match is starting, so we can continue our conversation afterwards."