Dark Magus Returns

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718 A Real Monster

Gavin, a leader of one of the top five clans, was frozen in place. It was a reaction he had only experienced once in his life before, and he thought he would never experience it again. Yet here he was standing, blood from his open wound dripping onto the floor.

"How could this have happened? My body is reinforced with the strongest Qi. The shield even hardens my body further... yet out of all things, my arm was removed with such ease."

The hard part for Gavin wasn't the fact that his arm had been removed but how easily it was done, and with a shield of all things. All of these thoughts were going through his head, and that was why he was stunned.

Tilon wasted no time as he pried open Gavin's fingers, and now, in one hand, he held the large V-shaped legendary shield, and in the other, the round shield.

Oddly, Gavin started to walk forward, no longer using his Qi. It was as if he had already given up in the fight. When he came close to reaching Tilon, he fell to the floor on his knees.

"I have lost this match. You were the one that was greater in the end," Gavin stated. "With the way I am now, I will no longer be able to run the Moon Shield Clan!"

Tilon looked at his opponent, wondering if this was real. He was expecting the clan head to fight to the death, but without his shield, would he really amount to nothing? In the middle of his thoughts, rumbling could be heard from behind, and coming out from the rubble of the stands was Bargo.

He had markings and bruises on his face, but he was walking quite fine as he brushed the dirt from his clothes and came over to the other two.

"I thought you were dead, Tilon commented.

"While I was in the darkness, I honestly thought the same, but I see that you managed to pull a win. That shield is stronger than I thought," Bargo commented.

Tilon was getting a little annoyed that everyone was giving credit to the shield, but in a way, the shield was linked to him now. If only the others knew if the shield was destroyed, he would also lose his life.

"Ilere, you take it," Tilon said as he threw the round-shaped shield over to Bargo, who caught it with his other hand. "This guy says he no longer wants to be the clan head. With that, I guess you being the vice head will now become the head of the clan. The shield is passed down to the head of the clan, so I think you are more rightfully deserving of the shield. Besides, I couldn't exactly use two shields in the first place."

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Bargo caught the shield gracefully and looked at it for a moment. He had seen the hands of Gavin, who was still on the floor on his knees in front of him. Everything seemed so bizarre to him.

Bargo, not being from the direct bloodline and a distant relative to the Moon Shield Clan, never even dared to think of taking over such a place or having the shield. So much that he had never studied shield arts.

'I wonder if I was to combine shield arts with the sword. I could have great defense skills using a sword and shield. It could be useful, Bargo thought, an old man who had given up trying to ascend through the stages, now having treasures fall into his lap due to taking sides with a

particular person.

"I believe that it is in the best hands if you are to lead the future of the clan. I accept that," Gavin said, bowing his head down. "As the old clan leader to the new clan leader, I wish for you to take

my life"

Both Bargo and Tilon looked at each other with concern. They didn't understand. Not many people wanted to die in the world of Pagna. Sure, they were ready to give up their life, knowing it was dangerous being a Pagna warrior, but part of the reason people became warriors was to ascend their bodies-to live longer lives, and once reaching the Divine stage, to be on the cusp of immortality.

"I see you're confused. I can no longer progress in the stage I am now. I have lived a long life already, and with me gone, you leading a new generation can push it further. If you will not end my life, then you will only bring me the shame of having to end it myself," Gavin explained. Bargo understood. In a lot of ways, it would be torture for Gavin to see other warriors and the clan progressing while he was unable to do anything anymore.

"I understand," Bargo said as he drew his sword.

Tilon, in a way, wanted to stop him. Gavin had clearly given up fighting, but it wasn't his business to stop or get involved in; it was up to the two of them.

"Is there anything you wish to say or any wishes you want me to pass on to the rest of the clan?"

Bargo asked.

Gavin then looked up and looked at not just Bargo but also into the eyes of Tilon as well. Eventually, he turned his head to look at the arena below.

"There is. With the strength I have seen today, including the power of the two of you, I hope that all of you will have the power to stop that monster down there," Gavin said.

Tilon paid close attention. When saying the word "monster," he was focusing on none other than

Murkel.

"I wish that you can do what the four of us had failed to do on that day. I wish you good luck! After saying those words, Gavin moved forward, allowing the sword to pierce through his

throat, ending his own life.

Leaving them all with a deep message and the big question: just what was going on in the Dark

Faction?

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