Dark Magus Returns

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714 A Walk Through Darkness

Nearly all of the fights were coming to an end, and the Light Faction had seen quite a series of twists and turns along the way. They had witnessed things they never expected, one after another.

"I never would have thought that the Dark Faction would suffer defeat after defeat. This will completely change the Pagna world as we know it," Beatrix claimed.

"You are correct, but that is only if there is a big change from the last fight," Ricar added. "Remember what I said: nearly no one in a state to fight, so it will come down to the last person standing. And the man known as the strongest, along with the greatest shield in the Dark Faction, are still standing!"

Ricar's words were firm, making the others believe there was still something that could happen, something that could change the tide. There was certainly one fight that was going in the Dark Faction's favor.

"You seem to not be too used to your body" Murkel exclaimed as he kicked just above Dame's head.

Dame had leaned back out of reflex along with the rest of his body and all of his arms. As the kick missed, Murkel's foot left a line of black smoke in the air. Right after dodging, Dame went to attack, but his fists were drawn upwards.

Right after, Murkel delivered a powerful fist right into Dame's stomach, a blow that resounded through the arena. It was a hit that didn't send Dame flying, and there was a reason for that. The edges of Murkel's knuckles were covered in the same dark, condensed version of his Qi. Rather than focusing on hitting an opponent away, it attracted the person to his fist when hit, allowing all the power to go through the person with nearly no energy wasted in sending them

away.

Blood splattered out of Dame's transformed mouth. It looked like he was about to stumble until both Alba and Amir came down in the middle. She was swinging both of her swords one after the other, not giving Murkel a second to recover. Even Murkel needed to be careful of his senses as he dodged each of the attacks.

"Who would have thought, during this fight you've gotten quicker, and your attacks are showing less hesitation, less thought. You have improved in this fight alone. I think you would come out far stronger from this fight, that is if you survived this!"

Murkel went to strike at Alba, throwing a fist that went perfectly between her swords. When the fist came toward her, it was grabbed by Amir, his arm transformed into strange tentacles wrapping around it and holding it in place.

Right after, Alba continued pressing forward, not pulling back and striking right across Murkel's chest. The sword drew blood, splattering it on the ground.

"You're not as untouchable as you think. You underestimated the three of us far too much. We are fighting together, not apart," Alba exclaimed.

Murkel, intensifying his Qi in his fist, forced Amir to let go. Knowing the dangers of the Qi, Amir jumped back to create more space between himself and the others.

Dame had recovered from the attack, his body healing fast from the wounds. He also realized his mistake at that moment.

'He's right; he knows that I'm not in tune with this body completely. I haven't been able to use it for too long. When I dodged the attack, I dodged with my whole body, rather than using some of my arms to block or dodging and blocking at the same time.

'What's the point of having these extra limbs if I don't know how to use them properly, Dame thought.

Murkel looked at the wound across his chest. It had cut through his clothing. He had been hurt a few times in this fight, especially by Dame, and couldn't help but smile as he saw the three

coming towards him.

Then there was a slight spark of Qi coming from his side. Without moving his head, Murkel

lifted his hand and grabbed onto the edge of the sword.

"That hot-headed fool," Amir thought as soon as he saw this, wanting to lunge in, but he knew it wouldn't help.

"I bet you thought my sword would never reach you, right?" Ricktor claimed. Murkel held onto the sword, and then with a push of a single finger, managed to force Ricktor to stumble back and fall on the ground. Ricktor quickly recovered, pointing his sword toward him. When looking beyond him, he could see Crine on the floor, clearly having passed.

"Even that fool managed to pass, and it was you two that managed to beat him?" Murkel asked, as if it was hard for him to believe.

The 'you two' referred to Mada and Ricktor, who were now standing side by side. They had clearly gone through a lot, yet both of them were still willing to fight.

"We bested one of your right-hand men in the Dark Faction. We toppled the very strongest in the Dark Faction, Ricktor claimed. "Look around, nearly every person you trusted has fallen to a bunch of no-names and strangers that barely anyone in the world of Pagna knew about."

"Father, your plan will not work. Without this army of yours, how are you going to best and conquer the entirety of Pagna?" Ricktor asked.

Murkel looked around. He glanced at what was occurring on the battlefield once in a while. It was hard for him not to with all the surges of Qi all over the place. This was the first time he was

taking a proper look and could truly see how much had fallen.

Instead of dismay, though, a large grin appeared on his face.

"If they fell at this stage, then it just means they were not meant to come with me to the Divine realm. As for myself, how can I reach the Divine realm if I'm not able to get through this?" Murkel lifted his hand in the air, and it was only for a slight moment. Amir didn't have a good feeling about it, but before he could warn and tell everyone, it was too late.

Murkel slammed his fist onto the floor, sending out a pulse of Qi. It was a ripple from the floor, but as that ripple passed through, it covered the entire arena in dark black Qi.

It went through every person's body that was on the ground, reaching the very edge, and turned the entire arena floor black.

In an instant, everyone could feel a heavy weight pushing down on them, too heavy for them to even stand. Amir, Dame, Alba, Mada, and Ricktor were all on their knees.

Those who had been resting from their own fights, too injured to help, could feel the immense

pressure pushing down on their bodies. They could only glance at what was happening and couldn't believe that everything was coming from one man.

The only ones unaffected were those outside the arena, including Gavin, Garbo, and Tilon, who had somehow managed to take their fight to one of the stand areas and were still fighting right

now.

"I can't move... and this is just from his Qi?" Alba said, turning her head to Amir, wondering why he hadn't warned her.

"I had no idea this man had this much power, Amir said. "If I did, I would have never jumped in

the ring against him."

Ricar was truly witnessing the power of one of the strongest warriors in Pagna right now.

"He's finally living up to his name. As I thought, the only fight that mattered in the first place was against him. This is a lost cause for all of the others," Ricar commented. Murkel laughed as he stood there, seeing that not a single person was able to resist his power.

"All of you thought this was a test for you, to prove your power, but you were wrong" Murkel said. "This was a test for them, to prove if they were worthy of coming with me, and it seems they have all failed. I'm glad they went through this because now I know not to waste my time

with them.

"Now all of you shall watch as I take you out, one by one," Murkel said. "Who to deal with first? Maybe you, Ricktor?" Murkel asked.

Ricktor wasn't even on his knees; his chest had collapsed, lying on the floor. He could only move

his head as he looked at his father.

Murkel started to move forward, the only person moving upon the darkness toward Ricktor,

until he stopped. "How..." Murkel said, his expression turning sour. "How are you fine?"

Ricktor was wondering what his father was looking at. He wanted to turn his head to see what

had got him so worked up, but there was no need. Because the person was soon seen walking through the darkness as if it was any other flooring and had headed right past him, stopping.

"R...Raze...?" Ricktor called out.

"How are you able to stand in all of this darkness?" Murkel shouted out.

"It seems that my darkness is a bit stronger than yours, that's all," Raze replied with his sword

drawn out by his side.

"After everything you have seen, do you really think you can best me, the strongest warrior in all

of Pagna?" Murkel claimed.

After what he had just done, there were few who would disagree with the title now. Especially

Ricar who had witnessed this.

Raze smirked back.

"Well, it's a good thing that I'm not a Pagna warrior, so that doesn't apply to me."

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