Chapter 72 – Jajeon Ilseom
The shape of the virtual magic furnace is different for each person.
Since it is a virtual organ that literally does not exist, the final form is determined according to the image of the person who created it.
Unlike the cube-shaped Kaldrash, Ozma’s virtual magic was in the form of an orb.
Every time you repeat the correct breathing, the mana of the wind filled with magical energy circulates like a whirlwind and spreads to your limbs.
Originally a sword expert, she was used to handling refined mana.
Unlike wizards who form magic according to her set formulas and procedures, those who handle auras like her deal with mana in the realm of instinct rather than reason.
The reason why Ozma achieved remarkable results in such a short period of time might be because, as her aura user, she had the experience of handling her mana like limbs.
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The blade, engulfed in purple lightning, pierces Gav’s nape.
But Gav lightly blocked her attack by lifting her thick forearm.
Even though her sharpened blades collided with her skin, Gav, who hadn’t hurt a single hair on her, kicked Ozma in the lower abdomen with her knees.
“Kuk!”
She reflexively blocked it, but a bone-chilling pain ran up her wrist.
If Kaldrash had seen it, he would have explained it as an infiltration mirror, but Ozma, who was not familiar with the martial arts of the East Continent, could not even grasp the principle.
Even though she apparently exchanged attacks once in a while, it was only her who suffered damage unilaterally.
“Stop this too!”
The punches mercilessly poured at the relatively small Ozma.
She tried to block all of her attacks by maximizing her concentration, but Gav’s attacks were getting faster and faster.
Ozuma, realizing that her initiative had naturally passed to him, bit her lip and instantly switched the sword in her left hand into reverse.
The erratic movement created by it.
The breathing of her right and left hands switch, and a fang-like blow grazes Gav’s cheek.
Drops of blood splattered in the air.
After bleeding for the first time in the three-day martial arts competition, he removed Ozma with a surprise rounds kick.
‘Great.’
Ozma jumped behind her and clenched her fists as Gav wiped the blood from the cut on her cheek with his thumb.
I pulled out an effective hit at a much earlier timing than before.
The results of the rigorous training are finally beginning to be visible.
She took a rough breath and aimed the sword in both her hands at Gav.
Then Gav, who was standing on the other side, spoke for the first time in the middle of the fight.
“You’ve gotten pretty strong. Ozma.”
“Because it was a year for that.”
She was always in the position of a challenger.
She struggled to defeat her opponent, Gav, who was vastly stronger than herself.
That effort has now paid off.
Hearing Ozma’s belligerent answer, Gav smiled and said.
“Then it’s a little early.”
In an instant, his momentum changes.
“Should I be honest too?”
A tangible blue energy surrounds Gav’s fists.
In the Western Continent, the tangible aggregate of mana is called an auror.
On the other hand, in the East Continent, the tangible aggregate of mana was called Ki.
Qigong was a general term for martial arts that dealt with such qi.
Gav, who had only fought with his natural body until now, took a stance for the first time.
It was Gav who started the attack first this time.
Bang!!
As soon as he took a step, the floor of the arena collapsed with a roar.
A completely different movement than before.
In the blink of an eye, Gav’s fist reached right in front of Ozma’s nose and flew with a piercing sound.
Ozma hurriedly thrust out his sword to block it.
The weapon in his hand screams even though he is obviously wearing the same aura.
I’m going to go to the middle of the day!
Swords and fists bounced in opposite directions with a cacophony that sounded as if they were colliding with each other.
However, the attacks of the two did not stop.
As if to show that the previous fight was just a skirmish, knives and fists came and went at a much faster pace.
Sometimes, not only arms, but also knees, elbows, and legs were used, and the two engaged in a melee at close range.
“Ahahahahaha! You’ve gotten a lot stronger! Ozma!”
“Shut up!”
As the fists and blades came and went, the wounds gradually increased on the two bodies.
Throwing away the broken sword and drawing a new one, Ozma strides into Gav’s arms.
However, Gav dodged her pivotal thrust by doing a momentary somersault, and instead landed her on the shoulder with his foot.
Pudeuk!
Her right arm must have been dislocated, and in an instant a terrible sound rang out.
Grinding her teeth in pain, Ozma slashed Gav’s side with the sword in her other arm.
A bloody blast erupted, and the two engaged in a breathtaking hand-to-hand fight even though they were injured.
Gav grabbed the sword that was slashing at it with his bare hands.
Ozma let go of her grip and kicked her leg, Gav blocking it and putting her in a joint.
Ozma, who escaped capture by throwing herself into the air with a momentary judgment, jumped up and drew a new sword from her waist.
Gav, who broke the sword in his hand with pure grip, looked at the unfamiliar shape of the sword and put on a funny expression.
“That’s your secret weapon.”
Instead of answering, Ozma laid her sword of purgatory in her hand.
Sparks rise along the blades with unrecognizable letters written on them.
A mana-cutting sword made by a dwarf named Nakamura.
It was a weapon specially prepared by Ozma to deal with Gav.
Its power has already been proven by sparring with Kaldrash.
All that remains is to cut Gav.
Dudeuk!
Ozma, forcing her dislocated right arm into place, glared at her gab with her agitated, her blackened eyes.
Violet electricity was already emanating from her whole body.
In the midst of fierce battles in her line of fire, she learned a new magic of her own.
Magical Armament – Jajeon Ilseom
Originally, it was magic that she could learn only when she reached her 4th tier, but like her teacher, Karl Drasch, she implemented magic that was one level higher than her own level with a little expedient.
In short, magical armament is to acquire a special effect while strengthening the body by wearing a specific element on the body.
This was not much different from the principle of the Auror weapon used by Auror users.
In other words-
Originally, the aura that was wrapped around the sword was not wrapped around the sword, but around himself.
Each of the four elements has its own properties.
And the additional effect of the magic armament of lightning derived from the element of wind was extremely simple.
‘Acceleration’
Ozma curls up on her.
Just like the appearance of a beast right before hunting, the thigh muscles condensed to the limit are threatening.
Gav, who was in a position to deal with such Ozma, stretched out his two palms forward.
Then, slowly drawing a circle in the shape of a Taegeuk, he put one arm on his waist and held out the other hand straight out toward Ozma standing on the other side.
“Come.”
The moment Gav said that, a gust of wind blew through the arena.
Originally, it was fast, but now it was so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye.
Roaring!
Following the trajectory of the greatly swung purgatory sword, flames arise later.
Ozma’s attack, aided by the self-defense, was sharper than ever.
Gav, who gently deflected her attack with her Taegeuk technique, pushed her shoulder forward as she stepped on her advance toward the gap that was momentarily revealed.
Bang!!
But just before her shoulders touched, Ozma, dodging that attack with superhuman reflexes enhanced by her rotational flash, cut Gav’s body in a semicircle from underneath her to the top.
“!”
For the first time, Gav’s expression turns to surprise.
It was because the blade, which should have been blocked by the aura wrapped around her forearm, pierced her skin.
Awesome!
The sword of purgatory, which cut off his right arm in half, leisurely escapes.
Even if he tried to regenerate the wound with magic, the place where the blade cut was devastated by black flames and lightning, so regeneration had to be slowed down by itself.
Stepping back from her, Ozma brushed off her blood from her blade, aiming the Purgatory Sword at Gav.
“How is it? The cost of being careless.”
Then Gav, who was badly injured to the point where his skin was in tatters and the bones on the inside of his forearm were clearly visible, said with a warlike smile that he was enjoying the current situation.
“Well.”
Then he lifted his leg high.
“Is it my turn this time?”
“What?”
The moment Ozma was about to open her mouth to ask what he meant, the immense presence that came from him engulfed the entire arena.
One step.
However, the result of that act was far beyond common sense.
With just that one step, Gav overturned the disadvantageous situation at once and succeeded in obtaining a declaration of surrender from stubborn Ozma.
It was the moment when the finalists were finally decided.
