Dark Magus Returns

Simyon and Safa faced a challenge with the mysterious stranger in front of them. He wasn't well known in the Dark Faction, and even though they had been part of the academy, they had never seen this person before.

Yet during their fight, it didn't take them long to figure out that Qi wasn't the answer. Using Qi in their attacks, both Safa and Simyon felt as if it was being absorbed when it touched the man's body.

There was no impact, and the general feeling of the energy that came out when they attacked disappeared as if it was absorbed inside his body, nowhere to be seen.

Safa quickly figured this out, so when she got the chance, instead of encasing her spear in Qi, she covered the tip in her Light Magic. It shortened the tip, making it look like a technique produced by someone from the Light Faction.

She swung it down and ripped through the bald man's skin on his back, creating a large cut that drew blood but wasn't too deep.

'It worked, it looks like the properties of magic still work against him!' Safa cheered in her mind.

However, with the attack not being that strong, the man quickly turned around and swung his arm out. Even though the man himself couldn't produce Qi, he was clearly used to fighting. The fist came out fast, and Simyon was there to block it with his body.

He raised both hands as it whacked right into him.

"Arghh, that hurt!" Simyon said, standing his ground, and Safa quickly moved back with him. With each step, Simyon felt like his body was in pain. He had hardly recovered from the match in the stadium and couldn't really use Qi to reinforce his body, making him take a powerful hit head-on.

The bald-headed man was now trying to peek over his back, checking on the wound that had been made. Even he seemed quite surprised by it.

"So we know our items and your spear can hurt him now, but he's still a strong fighter. He doesn't have Qi but can move just as fast as those in the middle stage," Simyon commented.

"Yes, we should have expected at least someone that Murkel would bring would be at the middle stage," Safa explained. "But there's still a problem."

Safa soon saw the bald-headed muscular man running toward them, and she saw Simyon moving in front, ready to be a shield. She didn't want him to be a shield and ran in front with her spear.

Using her spear, she shoved it forward and encased the tip with magic once again. It was perfect as she aimed for the head, but the bald-headed man moved his hand in front of his face. The spear went through his palm and broke through the other end but soon stopped as the man tightened his muscles, making it hard for Safa to push it forward.

She tried to place her Qi into her body to give her more strength to move the spear, but it wasn't working.

'Is it because the spear is inside his body? Now I can't even use Qi to strengthen myself?' Safa thought.

"You not lucky, you real," the bald-headed man said. Then, with the spear still in his hand, he grabbed the pole with his other hand and lifted it in the air.

Safa was lifted along with it and quickly slammed into the ground.

"Safa!" Simyon shouted as he jumped up and grabbed the spear, pulling it back out. He then hurled it toward Safa, but now the bald-headed man was right where he was and delivered a punch to Simyon's shoulder, lifting him in the air. Before he could react, Simyon was kicked in the stomach, sending him tumbling across the ground.

Simyon quickly got up off the floor and rushed to Safa, who hadn't been hit too far from him. He picked up the spear he had thrown on the ground earlier.

"Are you okay?" Simyon asked.

Safa was placing her hand against her side rib. She had broken one of them in the attack, but she was now healing it with her power. When she looked at Simyon, she was sure he was hurting more than her, just that he was used to it by now.

"Although magic does work in hurting him, there is one crucial problem," Safa explained. "I didn't learn to use magic to fight; I learned to use it in a healing way."

Right now, she was more improvising than anything in how to use her magic in battle.

"Then what about that?" Simyon pointed to the statue that hung around her waist, attached by a piece of string. "It might be time we use it."

The statue now would be incredibly strong because the blood it was linked to had grown in strength, especially with Ricktor and Dame both reaching the middle-stage warrior. The statue would be a high-level middle-stage warrior as well. It might even have the strength to fight against Murkel. It was their ace up their sleeve. However, its strange powers relied on Qi.

If there was one opponent they couldn't rely on using, it was the statue. That's when she started to evaluate the area around them as well, and she noticed the trouble the two other main disciples were in.

She quickly pulled off the statue, snapping it from her waist, and wasted no time pouring her light magic into it. When the light magic entered, she dropped it to the ground, and it started to grow in size.

The bald-headed man was fascinated by what he was seeing and cautious, not daring to step forward. Eventually, the stone warrior had grown into a full-size human holding onto a sword.

"Stoney, go help out Ricktor and Mada. Beat whoever is hurting them and come back!" Safa ordered.

Stoney quickly jumped from his position, heading off.

"I'm sorry, Simyon, but the two of us are going to have to handle this one ourselves. We said we would help Raze, right? So let's help him and at least beat one of these guys!" Safa declared.