Abyssal Lord Of The Magi World-Novel



"Winner of the first battle of the second round, Beelzebub of the Depravita Race."

Beelzebub calmed his chaotic energy as he stared at the wounded Sun Dragon in the sky. He did not say a word before turning toward the coliseum section where the Depravita Race sat and raising his arm in victory.

Akius felt the power of the Emptiness Thearch healing his wounds, and a small smile appeared on his face as he saw Beelzebub's behavior. There were no words from the winner to the loser.

Although his journey in the First Samsara Tournament had ended, the young Neo-Demon with the Sunlight Dragon Lineage felt a powerful battle intent burning in his heart. He was ready to push himself above and beyond from now on, improving his destiny before challenging the genius Depravita again in the future.

Ezequiel saw how Akius and Beelzebub acted and softly nodded as their behavior was worthy of two great geniuses of the Daybreak Universe.

One minute after Beelzebub's victory, Ezequiel waved his hand, sending both out of the arena and bringing the next duo to fight.

"Sirik of the Astral Fiend Lineage and Magno of the Eldar Race."

The ones that took the arena next were Sirik and a gargantuan Eldar. Magno had a humanoid form made of obsidian crystal, massive arms, and cosmic fire covering his entire body that was larger than a mountain.

Sirik's eyes were sharp as he stared at his opponent. Members of the Eldar Race were known for their powerful bodies, and when it came to pure physical strength, Magno surpassed Zaphirox.

Magno's expression was not relaxed either. He already saw the physical might that Sirik could unleash and was sure that it would only rise to the next level if this one combined it with the Sun and Moon Sword Inheritance.

"Fight!"

Ezequiel's voice echoed across the arena, and the duo did not hesitate before making their energy and bloodline burst with power.

Sirik immediately adopted his Astral Fiend Form and took out his swords, igniting them with black and white flames. It only took him a nanosecond to be battle ready, but his opponent was even faster.

The Astral Fiend was about to flash forward when he saw a massive hand approaching him. 

Magno took a basic yet effective approach to this fight. Since he could not surpass Sirik's skill, he removed it from the equation and used all his energy to deploy destructive battle strikes capable of breaking any technique.

Sirik clenched his grip over his swords and was about to counter that palm strike when his eyes widened. Now that Magno's palm was right in front of him, a thought appeared in his mind.

'I can not take it!'

"¡BOOOOMMMM!"

Magno's palm generated a massive shock wave that made the arena tremble. Sirik chose to avoid it, using his impressive speed to dodge the attack before flashing toward the enemy.

The Astral Fiend hacked with both swords on Magno's chest, but they only managed to penetrate the Eldar's obsidian skin a little, which was far from a deadly blow.

Everybody was surprised by Magno's resistance, and those with high enough cultivation understood that the Eldar used the unique power of his bloodline to harden his body to an outlandish degree. 

Strengthening his body to the point it could resist a point-blank attack from Sirik drained a lot of the Eldar's energy, but this one had no problem with it since this was never going to be a battle of attrition. Magno bet everything into striking the Astral Fiend with enough strength to incapacitate this one before he ran out of energy.

Sirik's eyes narrowed as he saw Magno's endurance, and he immediately figured out the key behind it. However, that did little to help him handle those massive punches and outrageous palm strikes that sought to destroy his body.

Magno's punch carried a massive power, and it was able to suck the air around it, generating a void that could trap the opponent and prevent this one from escaping. 

Sirik's swords burst with flames that covered Magno's vision, affecting the battle awareness of this one and allowing him to redirect that massive punch away. 

Although he managed to avoid a direct clash, Sirik felt his arms tremble after redirecting Magno's punch due to the immense power in it. Yet, he clenched his teeth and hacked again with his swords, right in the same spot as before. 

Magno saw how the wound on his chest grew deeper. It was still far from being a severe injury, but it could become dangerous if things carried on.

Sirik was not willing to bet everything on Magno running out of energy. While that was a chance, the Astral Fiend would rather carve his own path to victory.

Determination and killing intent appeared in the eyes of the Astral Fiend and Eldar as they attacked with all they had. Magno's palm strikes and punches carried an overwhelming power, but Sirik always managed to avoid them or at least redirect their energy.

The battle continued for around five minutes when Magno's energy began to fluctuate as there was not much of it left. That was not all since the wound on his chest had already pierced its skin and muscles and reached all the way to his ribs.

Sirik's arms did not stop trembling, and their bones were full of cracks, yet he smiled as he felt the fluctuation in the Eldar's energy. His battle awareness was as good as it could be, but his instincts relaxed for an instant since victory was all but certain.

Magno noticed the change in Sirik, and his eyes narrowed as he threw another palm strike. That attack seemed no different than the previous ones, and Sirik was ready to dodge it, but at that exact moment, the Eldar's energy exploded.

Sirik's eyes widened with shock as Magno's energy burst with power, enhancing this one's speed and strength. The Astral Fiend noticed the scheming smile on the Eldar's face and understood that this one had purposely projected a lower speed to trick him.

'Sneaky bastard.'

"BOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!"

An explosion much more powerful than any of the ones unleashed before in this fight echoed across the arena when Magno's palm collided with Sirik.