Earth's Greatest Magus

The last day of the tournament had arrived, and the arena was bustling with excitement as two female fighters stole the show, leaving the audience in awe and amazement.

Jarl Harladson, despite the obvious pain it brought him, was filled with a strange excitement as he watched the ferocious female fighters vanquish his strongest Vikings

“By Odin’s beard! These two fierce female warriors are a wonder to behold! You’re truly blessed!”

However, King Arthur just answered with a distracted nod leaving Jarl Harladson onto his one-sided conversations. His mind was too preoccupied with troubles that plagued him since the previous night, and had little patience to keep up with Jarl’s eccentricities.

Not so far from the King, Klea found herself with a slight smile on her face, finally enthralled by the high-level matchups.

As a student of the Magus Academy, Klea had long got used to the classification of acolytes from rank 1 to 9, the name focuses on one level in spirit forces. However, in the world of magus a more common term was used to classify the level of strength for anyone below magus.

Mortal Realm, Earth Realm, Sky Realm, and Saint Realm𝒐𝗏𝑙xt.𝒞𝑜𝐦

Just as the name implies, the first was for anyone who still is within the confines of a normal human, a mortal. With a measly battle power or spiritual force less than 30, they were comparable to those of rank one acolyte.

Basically almost all the people Klea had been seeing in the matches before belonged to that category.

However, in these top 50 fights, Klea managed to identify six warriors who had surpassed the ceiling of the Mortal realm and became classified as Earth realm warriors.

These Earth realms were all the people who had learned to harness the secrets of spirit energy within their bodies and were able to manifest it in their skill.

Unfortunately all these six, who have battle power and spirit force range in the thirties, were barely scratching at Earth realm.

With them in such an early stage of their journey, they probably did not realize that they had such a talent.

While she matched the other six in battle power, Gwen had a spirit power close to the peak Earth stage. While Glita on the other hand was  a descendent of the fey bloodline and was already stepping into the next realm called Sky Realm, just one step below Saint Realm.

Glita defeated her opponents with little effort thanks to her overpowering strength, while Gwen needed extra effort to defeat any of the six participants, but eventually, the two met in the final match.

As the young fey girl in green armor faced the shining Silver armored queen, Glita couldn’t help to feel anxious, especially since Gwen was a respected elder sister to her.

“Sister Gwen,.. I mean.. your maje…. Aa… ” said Glita, stuttering and stammering with each word she spoke

The Queen gave out a lighthearted laughter and said with a genuine smile “Don’t worry Glita, just do your best, I want to see how to see how strong you are now”

“Alright sister! I will not disappoint you!” replied Glita as she took her fighting stance and a will to win gleamed in her eyes.

Now that they had met their match, the two were finally able to show the full extent of their strength. They mesmerized the audience as the two moved like the wind, their swords flashing in the light.

Klea watches the match attentively, analyzing their sword skills with her expert eye. She noted that the two had similar styles, influenced by the teaching of Emery, but with subtle differences. Glita’s style was a more offensive one, drawing on the beastial nature of her Fey bloodline. While Gwen, as a student of the Brittania Knight, favored a more grounded and defensive style, with an added shield on her arm.

From the strength values provided by her spell alone alone, Klea could tell that Glita surpassed the Brittania’s Queen in both raw strength and speed thanks to her fey wolf lineage. However, Gwen was much more skillful and practiced in using her weapon, with solid defense and footwork that flowed like water.

Suddenly the tempo of the battle started to shift in Glita’s favor as the strength of each strike slowly but surely kept increasing the pressure on Gwen.

The crowd went wild as they too realized the match was about to end in favor of Glita.

Even when all the odds were placed against her, Gwen’s composure didn’t waver as she kept parrying and dodging each slash by the skin of her teeth. One mistake, only one mistake from Gwen would declare the end of this tournament.

And she did.

Klea could only smile as the match came to an end, just as she predicted. Glita didn’t even realize that she was playing right into Gwen’s tactic and finally and with one masterful move, she disarmed Glita of her sword.

With a childish frown, the fey girl said, “Aah sister… you are so strong… I lost so badly”

Gwen laughed heartily. “Haha, do not be discouraged dear sister. This sword move was taught by your expert brother, after all. Besides if this was a battle of magic, I wouldn’t stand five-seconds fighting you”

The tournament concluded with thunderous cheer from the audience, and ten warriors were selected by the king to be granted the coveted title of Silver Knight.

It was then time to call on the champion to move forward, however, the King’s face appeared to be in dilemma, before he was about to call on Gwen, the king was interrupted by his trusted Sir Gawain who urgently rushed toward him.

The frenzied crowd grew quiet at the sudden turn of events, some whispered among themselves as the King didn’t call out the name of the Queen.

Unbeknownst to them Sir Gawain reported to the King with an uncharacteristic  look of dread in his eyes.

“My King, we have received urgent message, a strange group of warriors is riding toward here”

Knowing Gawain would not interrupt him unless it was something of utmost  importance, Arthur couldn’t help but be alarmed.

Klea who can sense using her spirit reading,  replied to their worries with a chuckle and said “Dont worry, I know them”

A longhorn was blown, one alarmed the ten of thousands of people on the field. Everyone’s attention was drawn towards a group of 5 unknown riders. Panic created chaos  in the crowd as their distant rides came to view.

“Are we under attack?” exclaimed one of the men in the stands.

Horses glowing as if they stole a part of flame from the sun, the group of riders thundered toward them on the horizon.