Dark Magus Returns

Ricar, the current clan head and one of the Elders of the Dawnblade Clan, was part of one of the ten powerful Elders that allowed the Dawnblade Clan to be at the top, practically ruling the Light Faction.

However, their power had lowered in recent times, gaining a small boost when Beatrix won the last Martial Arts tournament, but then weakened again with the loss of one of the Elders to the Crimson Crane.

They were now in a state where they needed to prove themselves, which was why Ricar had volunteered himself to leave. Not only that, but he didn't like staying around the other two for long.

'They have been trying to allow the Dawnblade Clan to fall from the top for so long. Using anything they can, but I won't allow them to,' Ricar thought as he headed to the door, ready to see what was happening on the other side.

On the outside, the match was still going on. It was one of the longest matches that had occurred. The crowd was almost silent, only whispers heard among each other. For a while now, they had no longer been enjoying the event.

Amir stood there looking at Simyon.

"That boy has always had a strong conviction, he was always the one that lasted the longest in our training. His body as well is well-refined like a legendary sword that only grows stronger. Although in many ways his growth is the slowest among all of the others.

"He has the potential to becone of the strongest, which is why I don't want him to lose his life here, just give up, boy."

Amir glanced at the hooded person next to him. For a while now, both of his fists had been shaking.

"I know you want to get in there, but believe me, you aren't the only one. There are many that wish to jump in the arena right now, yet not a single one of them has done," Amir commented. Although he did find it weird.

Judging by the others' personality, he was sure speople would try something at this stage, so what was going on. Amir thought about heading back to the Dark Faction viewing area, but for now, it was important he at least saw the outcof this match.

Amir was greatly unaware of the events that were occurring in the arena itself where the others couldn't see. Murkel had pushed Safa and Liam into a corner. His Qi was starting to leak out from his body, and the moment it touched the two of them, it would be over.

Killing his own wouldn't be considered too much of an issue; it would just raise questions. In the first place, Murkel wasn't a man who worried about what others thought about him.

Then, at the stime, Ricar was ready to push the door open; he had his hand placed on the handle when he heard the crowd erupt into a loud cheer behind him.

Ricar turned around, and so did Murkel, both of them honing in their Qi and going to the viewing areas to see what had occurred.

That's when they all could see that a single bloody boy lay there on the ground. The fight still hadn't been stopped by the middle-stage warriors. It was just simple that the boy who had been withstanding everything so far could no longer continue.

"Please…don't get up, don't get up," Safa cried out.

The glass area was soon lifted from both the Demonic and Dark Faction viewing areas, telling contents to head back. Safa immediately ran out ahead of the others with Liam behind her.

Murkel saw this, but he did nothing, letting them head out onto the field to see their friend.

"Ladies and gentlemen, a tough fight was put on by the Dark Faction! I know any of you may be wondering why the Light Faction arrivals haven't intervened in this match, and we have an answer," the announcer stated.

"Due to how strong these students are, and their will, as we get closer to the final of the single events. As you saw in the match itself, it would not be fair for us to intervene. This is a tfor students to unlock their hidden potential and at any tthe outcof the match could be reversed."

The explanation was one that the general public could understand and fitted the events that had occurred because at one point, it looked as if Simyon was going to win the event.

Regardless, the people naturally cheered for joy when the match was over for two reasons: to congratulate the winner, and they were glad the fight was over.

Hearing the cheers, Raze quickly turned around. He knew something had to have occurred with the match. As he jumped away, he swung his sword behind him, and Slip, who was with him, was turning his head back and forth after he went running with Raze.

"I have to do my duty, and that's to stay with the Demonic Faction viewing area!" Slip shouted out. "Remember, you two have to guard this place as well, so no following us!"

With that, Raze had quickly returned back to the Demonic Faction viewing room to see what was occurring and taking place outside, and that's when he could see Safa down next to him.

'She's using her magic…out in the open, this isn't going to be good, but I can understand why,' Raze thought.

Instantly, Safa was using her Light magic to heal what parts of Simyon she could. He was still breathing, but who knew if he could survive what he had been through.

As she used her light magic, there were those in the crowd, those that were part of Alter, noticing what had taken place. They couldn't quite believe their eyes.

"One of the Pagan students using magic, and so young as well, just who is that person."

After using what she could, she placed her hands down to her side, and Liam picked up Simyon, placing him over his shoulder.

"He's going to be okay, you've done enough Safa, I can promise you, you don't have to do anymore," Liam stated. He knew because his system had stated that Simyon's vitals had returned to normal.

There was no more need for concern; Light magic was something that was truly powerful. When they finally returned to the Dark Faction room, the Light Faction warrior checked on him and had physicians cin as well to have a look.

After it was confirmed that Simyon was fine, there was a sigh of relief, including from himself and the middle-stage warriors out in the field, the ones that had gotten involved in stopping the match.

At the stime, Mantis had returned. His focus seemed strange; he didn't look at anyone in the room, and no one said a word to him, as they felt like it would do nothing.

Just like that, Mantis went and leaned up against the wall like he had done for the entirety of the tournament so far, as if nothing had happened at all.

"With all the single match phases currently finished, we now have our final contestants for the finale, Hannah from the Light Faction, and Jake and Mantis, from the Demonic Faction!"

In the crowd, Amir walked over right to the edge as he looked in the distance.

"As expected he wasn't enough to break it out of him, but in the next match, I'm sure, we will all need to be ready."