“Wakas Ur bets 37 contribution points”

“VS”

“Asho Heath bets 2 contribution points”

It was already rare for a newcomer to participate in two consecutive days of death matches in the “sewer” (the nickname for the prison), let alone against his opponent, the “noble” Wakas. Naturally, it attracted the attention of countless people.

Many people who were not part of the death match society came to watch. The audience seats were full, and there were even a lot of people standing at the door.

“They both use swords… is it a swordsman duel? I haven’t seen swordsman fighting for a long time. After each swordsman duel, the whole arena is filled with the fragrant smell of blood…”

“Human, kill that elf!”

“What kind of sword-holding posture is that? He hasn’t learned swordsmanship, has he? Maybe he’s just afraid because he saw the nobleman with a sword and took one too?”

“If you don’t know how to use a sword, don’t use a sword! Isn’t a long spear better? It’s simple and easy to handle.”

“Using an axe is even better. One axe strike and no matter what weapon you have, it will all turn into mush.”

“You… what are you talking about? Clearly, a long spear is more suitable for beginners!”

“I… I’m not talking nonsense! The axe is the best weapon for newcomers!”

Asho had another reason to escape: he would rather listen to others swear than listen to two grown men arguing like spoiled girls with elegant phrases, which was as discordant as winter melon tofu.

“They’re so noisy.”

“That’s how it is in the sewer. There are flies buzzing everywhere.”

Wakas looked at the iron sword in his hand and lightly flicked his finger, producing a clear and melodious sound.

“Worms cannot become butterflies. Even if they are real butterflies, they are just bigger flies in the sewer.”

Asho laughed, “It seems like you have a lot of feelings about prison life. Are you interested in writing a book?”

Wakas lightly brushed the sword body with his finger and took a standard sword stance.

“Asho Heath, I’m sorry.”

As the barriers around the arena rose, Wakas turned into a blur and his long sword seemed to extend more than ten meters, piercing through the air in an instant!

Despite Asho’s constant vigilance, he didn’t have time to use his sword to block and could only barely dodge to the right, avoiding a vital area. Wakas’ sword cut off a small piece of flesh from Asho’s shoulder!

The intense pain made Asho gasp for air, but he had no time to rest because Wakas was already close!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Instead of running away, Asho took the initiative to enter Wakas’ embrace and brought the fight into the most dangerous distance!

His rationality was not drowned out by the pain – Wakas was ten centimeters taller than him with long arms and legs, and his arm span and attack distance were too great. In close range, Asho had almost no room to resist. Only by shortening the distance to the extreme could he turn Wakas’ advantage into a disadvantage, making it impossible for him to swing his sword!

“You haven’t learned any swordsmanship?”

Suddenly, Asho felt a chill all over his body and saw Wakas turn his wrist, changing from holding the sword with his right hand to holding it with his left hand!

Clang!

Wakas’ sword blocked Asho’s thrust, and the elf directly elbowed him horizontally, using his height advantage to deliver a blow to Asho’s forehead!

Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!The force of the elbow strike almost made Asho pass out. At this moment, the artificing that had been dormant in his mind slowly began to operate, emitting a cool breath that quickly restored Asho’s consciousness. He instinctively retreated, maintaining his fighting instincts.

When Asho’s vision cleared, he was met with a cold light!

Boom!

Asho quickly stood up, crawling and rolling to avoid letting his back touch the ground. He looked at the wall that had been shattered by Wakas’s sword and was filled with fear. Their swords were not sharpened!

The prison had not gone so crazy as to hand over sharpened weapons to the death row inmates to fight with!

It was already ridiculous enough for Wakas to cut off a piece of Asho’s shoulder blade with an unsharpened blade. Asho assumed that Wakas’s sword was so fast that his shoulder muscles could not react in time.

But that was a stone wall!

It was made of stone!

Stop it, this isn’t swordsmanship!

This is beyond the scope of swordsmanship!

“Artisan, Sorcery Spirit?”

“Why do you look surprised?”

Wakas laughed.

“Isn’t it natural for a sorcerer to use a sorcery spirit in battle?”

“But the prison hasn’t lifted the artificing restriction-“

“Some things can’t be locked up. Even if they are bound hand and foot, they will still grow wings and fly away. The sorcery spirits born from the knowledge that I fully control are still my power, even without artificing supply. They will still make every ordinary action of mine a moment of miracles.”

Asho deeply exhaled a breath of turbid air. He felt that his clothes were a bit heavy, because the blood from his shoulder wound had soaked his clothes. He felt his strength slowly dissipating, and as the blood left his body, it took away his physical strength.

Unlike a bare-handed boxing match, a sword fight with cold weapons did not have as many fancy rounds of fighting. There was only a moment of breath between life and death – the strong lived, and the weak died.

But for some reason, he felt refreshed, and even the artificing in his mind became active, and his shoulder did not hurt as much.

“If I’m hit by such an attack on a vital spot, I shouldn’t be able to recover, right?”

“I don’t know. I have never given my all in a death match before.”

“Am I the first?”

“And the last.”

Boom!

Wakas lightly flicked his sword, and the ground, as strong as steel, began to crack and burst open, like a giant snake rushing towards Asho underground!

“Sorcery Sword Art Miracle, Mountain Cracking Earth Shattering!?”

“He actually used a miracle!”

“How is that possible!”

The audience burst into a commotion, and the faces of the death row inmates were almost stuck to the invisible barrier, just wanting to see more details of Wakas’s technique.

Igura was no exception. He had seen Wakas’s death matches before and had expected him to use a sorcery spirit. But using a miracle was a completely different concept!

Each miracle required several composite sorcery spirits to cooperate in order to be cast, but that did not mean that having several composite sorcery spirits would enable one to cast a miracle. It was like how ordinary people and handsome men and women all had a mouth, nose, and two eyes, but the result of their combination was one with an angelic face, and the other with a face that was also angelic, but born face-down.

The difficulty of casting a miracle was extremely high, to the point where “casting a miracle” was itself a part of the miracle.

It should be noted that those who could become sorcerers were already exceptionally talented individuals, otherwise they would not have been able to hone their skills to the point of “art”, and thus summon a sorcery spirit.However, even for this group of exceptional individuals, most of them can only hope to master one or two miracles in their lifetime, which is also the average level of Artificers – those below average may not even have mastered a single miracle.

Miracles are so rare that their benefits are naturally proportional to their difficulty. Compared to the straightforward effects of Artisan, miracles are more complex, grand, and difficult to decipher, and may even produce incredible effects that cross the boundaries of factions.

For example, the miracle of a Swordsman can have healing effects, the miracle of a Hydromancer can evaporate enemies, and the miracle of a Gunner can make enemies actively catch bullets…

There is a popular saying among Artificers, “Artisan is just an extension of our skills, and miracles are the true wonders!”

Igura has also mastered miracles, and he has fully mastered the few Artisans required for miracles. In theory, he also has the qualifications to cast miracles.

But he has never been able to cast a miracle in prison.

Not even once!

If using Artisans in prison is like picking your nose with your foot, although it may be difficult, it can be practiced;

Then casting miracles in prison is like putting on makeup with your foot! And it must be done very beautifully, otherwise it is not even a miracle!

Asho is in trouble now.

Igura looked at the earth-shattering battle arena and felt sorry for Asho.

Wakas obviously came to kill, and under the crushing power of miracles, Asho’s body was beyond repair. The medical staff in the prison treatment room couldn’t handle such serious injuries, and Asho’s body would inevitably be handled by the ogres.

This is the reality of the Blood Moon Kingdom. Under the tablecloth of “racial equality,” “the rule of law,” and “harmonious coexistence,” carnivores still follow the most brutal law of the jungle.

Once their interests are touched, even if they hide in the Broken Lake Prison, they will still be crushed by those in power.

It’s a pity, he was quite an interesting man…

When the sound of the earth-shattering battle arena lasted for a long time, someone finally couldn’t sit still.

“Why isn’t he dead yet?”

“Even if the miracle is weakened to less than ten percent of its power, it shouldn’t be unable to kill a weakling who can’t even hold a sword steady, right?”

Yeah, why isn’t Asho dead yet?

The death row inmates, whose attention was completely focused on the miracle, finally began to observe Asho carefully.

There was no good ground left in the battle arena. Facing Wakas’s effortless miracle of shattering the earth, Asho dodged left and right like a hamster, looking disheveled and embarrassed. He almost got crushed into minced meat by the collapsing mountains several times.

But he avoided it every time! Every time!

Although his movements looked clumsy, in the eyes of these death row inmates, his movements became more and more agile and efficient, without any waste of energy!

Even Asho’s sword became more and more stable, and he could even block Wakas’s slashes!

It’s just like…

“Just like yesterday’s battle with the Beauty Beast.”

Someone whispered.

As the first victim, Igura naturally felt deeply about it. He watched Asho become stronger step by step in the battle, his skills getting better and better, transforming from a greenhouse flower that couldn’t even roll into a beast with combat instincts in just a few minutes.

However, now, the second victim has appeared.

This beast Asho has actually learned swordsmanship in battle!?This is a prison, not some kind of genius training center, damn it!

However, quite a few people recalled Asho’s crimes in their minds, connecting his current genius performance with his past.

“Four Pillar God…”

In the dim audience seats, Lanna hooked her boyfriend’s neck, her eyes tightly staring at the two people on the deathmatch stage, and a strange light flashed in her pupils.