Earth's Greatest Magus

Now that the duel had finally reached the part involving those sitting in the top 10 rankings, the crowd became more enthusiastic. Some of them even stood up from their seats as they were cheering even more passionately.

It also needed to be noted that most of the audience were those that possessed magus realm cultivation, hence only the fights that were considered the most exciting could really move these people.

The next participant calmly made their way to the arena, and apparently, this person was a well-known one as a name began to be shouted by the crowd.

”Zetto the Berserker!”

[Rank 10 – Zetto (9)]

The man whose name was being cried out by the audience was even bigger and more muscular than Sigurd. The dark-skinned bald man wore nothing on his upper body than a large wooden beaded necklace.

At this moment, as he looked at his next opponent, Emery couldn’t help but think that the man was the most terrifying acolyte he had ever met. In fact, he couldn’t even believe the man was the same age as him. 

As his opponent had the same test ranking score as him, Emery decided to start by checking the details of it. 

[Mental Score 10310 – Rank 20]

[Physical Score Undefined- Rank 3]

Looking at the other party’s physique, Emery knew the man would have a high physical score. What he didn’t expect was that the man was the third strongest person in physical quality – two ranks higher than him, but still only rank 10 on the official leaderboard. 

This revelation brought him some concern.

The fact that the people in the top 10 had been the same for the last six months, and this terrifying-looking guy has been stuck at rank 10 ever since, made Emery seriously wonder how strong Arcana and the other eight people on the ranking really were.

A few seconds later, Emery shook his head. Enough time was spent thinking and worrying about the other top 10, and Emery won’t waste any more time as he knew the most important thing for him right now was to start focusing on the one ahead of him.

After all, it would all be for naught if he was defeated by his current opponent.

Under the passionate shouts of the audience, Zetto walked onto the arena and upon arriving he immediately pointed three of his fingers at Emery and said, “Three minutes!!” It was clear what his words meant, and he didn’t even try to hide the disdain in his voice.

After saying that, he took out his battle axe. It was slightly smaller than the one used by Sigurd, but when swung, Emery could see it emitting a certain aura that slightly pricked his skin.

This top ranking fight allowed the participants to use up to Tier 5 weapons, hence Emery assumed that the axe in Zetto’s hand should be of the same quality as his Savage Blade.

With all that was presented in front of him, Emery knew that he needed to show his best performance to defeat this opponent. The blood within his body started to boil, as he activated his strongest transformation.

[Night Transformation]

[Battle power increased by 70 points]

[Battle Howl]

[Battle power increased by 15 points]

Howl—

[Immortal Gate – stage 5]

[Battle power increased by 32]

[Battle Power: 244 (361)]

Emery’s body swiftly transformed to the half-wolf half-man state, with black fur covering parts of his body. As the [Immortal Gate] took effect and a faint layer of energy engulfed his entire body, Emery brandished his sword forward ready to go all in at any moment.

Seeing Emery’s current black, instead of the previous silver fur transformation, made Zetto open his mouth and comment, “It seems you didn’t use all your strength against that weak Sigurd.” A look of contemplation flashed on his face for a moment, before he raised another finger. “Four minutes!”

Emery was not intimidated by Zetto’s actions, definitely not in his Night Wolf form. He chuckled while thinking to himself what the man’s expression would look like after he beat him.

”Let’s go!”

Saying those words, Emery initiated this duel by casting [Blink], disappearing and reappearing right behind Zetto. The sword in his hand was already moving towards the man’s back, coated in the luster of [Heroic Slash].

However, Zetto seemed to have predicted the attack as he immediately turned around, his expression calm. The man moved so fast that Emery didn’t even notice when he had swung his battle axe in such a way that it would parry his sword perfectly.

CLANKKK!!

Unfortunately, Emery’s attempt was fruitless. His sword was stopped by Zetto’s axe, and the clash that ensued between the two managed to make the two of them take a few steps back.

”Again!!’

Emery cast [Blink] once again, this time appearing to the man’s right side. In an instant, the [36 Dao Divine Technique] revealed itself and directly jumped into the fifth stage variations. Faint images of mysterious runes began appearing around Emery’s body, as waves of sword slashes flooded the Berserker.

Clankk!! Clankk!! Clank!!

Successive loud sounds rang in the air as Zetto dealt with every attack Emery sent over. Despite his large frame, the man was moving very fast and each swing that connected to his sword delivered a force so heavy that it almost blew Emery’s feet from the ground.

However, thanks to the tremendous increase of battle power from his transformation, Emery was able to keep up with the other party. In fact, the Berserker seemed to be the one being suppressed.

Clankk!! Clank!! Clank!!

Splatt!

After perhaps dozens or so of exchanges, Emery finally managed to land a hit on Zetto. He was surprised to see that a direct contact with a Tier 5 sword only made such a shallow scratch on the latter’s body. Not even a drop of blood was seen spilled.

That was definitely one of the advantages of possessing the Titan’s bloodline. Innate super strength and indestructible body; no wonder this race was really sought after by many factions throughout the universe.

[Blink]

Even so, Emery also had his own advantages in mobility and strength, especially the former. 

Coupled with how Sigurd had previously helped him get used to fighting someone wielding an axe, Emery knew that now he just needed to be steady and keep this up. One scratch at a time, and eventually, the huge man would fall.

BAAMM!!

A loud dull sound resounded in the air, when Zetto tried to lock Emery’s sword with his ax, but knowing better, the latter swiftly countered with a kick before the former proceeded to lay his attempt.

The Berserker’s body was pushed backwards, stumbling and almost fell, by Emery’s powerful kick.

There was a slight pause in the fierce battle following this exact exchange, and as the two raised their heads to face each other, Emery opened his mouth.

”Four minutes have passed… but you still haven’t beaten me.”

Unexpectedly, Zetto chuckled when he heard that. Under Emery’s confused look, the bald man also opened his mouth.

”Who said anything about defeating you in four minutes?”

Hearing that, Emery was about to laugh at the man’s comment because he thought the latter was trying to avoid embarrassment. But then, he realized that he was wrong. 

Before Emery could say anything, Zetto suddenly grabbed the wooden bead necklace around his neck and tore it off. In the blink of an eye, tremendous pressure swept over Emery as Zetto’s body surged with power; so powerful that many spectators jumped to their feet and started cheering.

”FINALLY! We finally got to see the Berserker Fury today!!!”

A realization dawned upon Emery. It turned out that ‘four minutes’ Zetto said was the amount of time the man gave Emery to attack and injure him before he displayed his true strength.