Chapter 431

Chapter 431: Battle Mage

The sharp War Spear wasn’t an Ice Mage’s skill.

Energy constructs formed by skills couldn’t withstand a strike from the Horn King Greatsword.

This was a genuine magic weapon—its balance flawless, its tip lethally sharp.

A faint smoky aura clung to its shaft.

A weapon tempered through endless battles, inherited across generations of warriors!

At that critical moment, when Midi shattered all defenses, Ulhan didn’t panic. Instead, he pulled this War Spear from his space ring and thrust upward with pinpoint accuracy, meeting Midi’s descending greatsword head-on.

The clash hurled Midi backward.

Though Ulhan also reeled from the impact, he planted his spear against the ground mid-flight, channeling the backlash into the earth!

Such refined combat skills surpassed any ordinary magic user profession.

Only those who mastered blade battles could wield a spear this expertly—like a Battle Mage.

In the world of Arad, each melee profession had its traits.

Demon Swordmen forged their bodies using the demon god’s power.

Psionicists and Fighters honed their physical forms through energy and inner strength.

Paladins, Blue Fist Saints, and Exorcists drew power from their gods and the holy light’s cleansing glow.

While these melee professions possessed some magic, none relied solely on it. Their physical attributes were forged through distinct methods.

But Battle Mages were different.

Born with vast magic reserves and swift meditation speed, they should’ve been ideal ranged casters. Yet they chose to infuse their magic into their limbs and bones, using raw magic to strengthen their bodies!

Magic clashes with life force, making it poor for body refinement.

Thus, Battle Mages relied on external aids—magical beast blood rich in life force, star sand to boost defensive power.

Only powerful factions with ample resources could nurture such practitioners—high-tier magic users committed to the melee path.

This profession’s bar was staggeringly high.

Rarity and stringent demands granted Battle Mages power beyond ordinary opponents.

Their magic alone matched other melee professions’ combined traits and magic. Enhanced further by secret medicine, star sand, beast blood, and magic tempering, they outclassed others of the same level entirely!

Even Midi, attacking from above, gained no advantage in their clash.

“You think closing the distance defeats me?” Ulhan sneered. “Human, you’ll never win!”

With his trump card exposed, Ulhan held nothing back.

He ripped off his elegant robe, revealing crimson dragon scale armor beneath!

A flick of his spear scattered silver light, whipping up a Fierce Wind laden with icy fragments!

His stature wasn’t tall, but in that moment, he loomed like a giant, dominating the entire scene.

Midi’s earlier displays of ease—the shocking aerial strike, the overwhelming final slash, even the air of imminent victory—all dissolved like mist.

In raw power and defense alone, Ulhan had surpassed even a half-giant.

His magic reserves were staggering. Without revealing his trump card, his mere presence already eclipsed that of Uday, the Ice Mage.

The "Ice Prison" forged through Composite Skills could obliterate most practitioners in its frigid gusts.

Now, with his trump card exposed, the sheer scale of his magic became undeniable.

What horrors would unfold if all that surging power flooded Ulhan’s steel-like frame, then erupted as skill after skill against Midi?

The thought alone chilled the spine.

Not just Midi, who’d faced him once, but even the spectators felt the crushing pressure radiating from Ulhan.

Among the Wolfspider tribe, grim expressions spread—from the old mage leading them to Galantis, Zaknavan, and Mason.

Their confidence in Midi, once firm, had been rooted in ordinary limits.

But Ulhan’s power now defied all expectations, leaving them speechless.

Could Midi, at Level 62, defeat such a foe?

Perhaps—but only Midi could judge. The tribe could only watch, silenced by uncertainty.

Alexis’s gaze sharpened with unease.

As a high-level psychic user, he grasped Ulhan’s strength. Even he wouldn’t dare confront this Battle Mage openly.

Yet Midi had shattered the "Ice Prison," forcing Ulhan’s full might. How?

Staring at the black-haired youth, Alexis fell deep into thought.

Across the stands, the boisterous Risen turned solemn. If Ulhan—a rare Battle Mage blending Ice Mage control and skill—was his next opponent, even a Black Dragonkin melee fighter like him faced dire threat.

The martial arts master of Mososbury City’s first family, the Death Scorpion, wore a scowl.

Ulhan, the Water Spider Tribe’s Great Warrior, was tied to their rivals, the Death Scorpions. Losing such a powerhouse to a competitor gnawed at him.

In stark contrast, Simon of the Death Scorpion laughed freely.

“Ulhan!” he crowed. “A Battle Mage! Who’d have thought the Water Spiders could raise one in secret?”

Midi’s earlier triumphs had irked Simon, but Ulhan’s reveal shifted the bonfire gathering’s mood entirely—a reversal Simon relished.

“Fetch my black Dwarf sixty-year reserve!” he barked at guards. “Bring the Water Spider leader and priests. Let’s toast Ulhan’s victory now!”

His magically amplified voice rang across stands and arena alike.

Arrogant? Yes. Yet none could deny Ulhan’s aura—his secret silver war spear, peerless gear, and oceanic magic. Even the Death Scorpion’s martial master only snorted.

Simon’s boldness left no retreat, a perfect opening—but betting against Ulhan for Midi? Too risky. Silence prevailed.

The gathering’s atmosphere twisted. Most here opposed Ulhan’s faction dominating, yet shock, envy, and dread birthed an unspoken certainty: Ulhan would win.

All eyes clung to him—awed, fearful. Midi, once the center, faded like a roadside stone, met with pitying glances.

“See the crowd, human?” Ulhan sneered. “Your Level 62 and that clumsy greatsword can’t beat me. I’ll spare your life… to crush you slowly.”

Under that crushing pressure, Midi… smiled. Not mockingly, but with pure exhilaration.

His Dragon’s Blood burned, craving this blood-soaked battle. The Horn King Greatsword quivered, eager to strike.

“Bloodline awakening!” Rot’s voice trembled with rare excitement. “Seize this, boy!”