Chapter Forty-six: The Battle That Belongs To Me

  "Sulina let out a disdainful snort: 'Alyric is just an intermediate archer, and you want him to duel your magician? Oh dear uncle, you really are good at calculations.'"

  Lorenzo didn't respond to her, instead turning his gaze towards me and asking: "Young man, you're not just a smooth talker who deceives innocent girls with sweet words, are you? Do you dare to fight?"

  "You don't need to provoke me, Prince Lorenzo. I think you've already calculated the outcome, haven't you? If I refuse to fight, it will dampen Sulina's side's morale. If I accept, you've calculated that I'm definitely not a match for this magician. Alright, I agree to fight him. But if I happen to win, you must remember your promise."

  In any era, warriors always worship heroes. Seeing me agree to go to war, all the people present cheered up, and Sulina's soldiers even beat their weapons and shields in rhythm to cheer for me.

  The battle that belongs to me is about to begin...

  "Sulina asked me in a low voice: 'The magician opposite us seems very powerful, are you confident?'"

  I smiled at her and pinched her hand: "No guarantee, I'll do my best to deal with him. Didn't you say that without a bit of luck, how can we go on? Dear, pray for me."

  Sulina rolled her eyes at me, leaned in close to my ear and whispered: "It's not necessary to win, just try to drag out the time, my reinforcements should be arriving soon." She saw me nod, then kissed my face again, saying: "Be careful, I'll wait for you to come back."

  When I walked out of the team with my bow and arrow, Sulina's warriors burst into cheers again. The magician opposite had already walked to the center of the specially cleaned venue, quietly waiting for me, his face expressionless, extremely calm, seeing his movements, I knew in my heart that I had met a tough opponent.

  We stood facing each other, and the magician bowed slightly to me, saying: "Mid-level Magician Truen, please instruct." As soon as he spoke, everyone present let out a low exclamation, seemingly saying that this Truen was not only a magician but also a mid-level magician. Magicians rarely travel on the mainland, and the higher the level of the magician, the more energy and time they need to spend studying magic. It is extremely rare to see a magician in a kingdom, and magicians are very powerful. Even an elementary magician can entangle with some advanced professions for a short period, and have a slight advantage in confronting mid-level professions. A mid-level magician in such a small island country overseas can almost be said to be an invincible existence, let alone this country is adjacent to the sea, where the martial arts are particularly fierce, and land battles do not have many strong people.

  I actually quite like this magician, he's already very powerful here, but still doesn't underestimate any opponent. In front of me, a mid-level archer who is obviously not as strong as him, he still maintains the due demeanor.

  I smiled and bowed to Trane as well, saying: "Mid-level archer Alrick, please instruct me."

  The two of us stopped talking, and my voice flew out with my feathered arrow. A green light flashed, and the arrow was unexpectedly blocked by Truen's magic shield.

  I revolved around Tyrant, moving slowly, the defense of the magic shield was not all-around, there was always an angle that Tyrant's defense could not reach, I gradually ran faster and faster, constantly probing, searching for Tyrant's weakness.

  Tren's magic shot out one after another towards me, I ran around the arena, wind blades, fireballs, ice arrows, meteorites... One by one, the magic burst behind me like fireworks, I dodged Tren's attacks while running and shooting at Tren, but none of the arrows could cause any harm to Tren due to the magical shield.

  At last, a binding spell pinned me to the spot, rendering me immobile.

  I didn't stop shooting, another arrow flew past, and Truen, with the protection of his magical shield, released a fireball spell at me without any hesitation. Before the fireball concentrated on my head, one leg suddenly knelt down, not to surrender, but to avoid the fireball while opening the bow, adopting a kneeling posture to draw the bowstring.

  However, this time I didn't shoot at Truen, but instead turned around and shot towards Prince Lorenso. The magician Truen was shocked to see me suddenly attacking the prince, and immediately released a wind blade that knocked my arrow off course. Truen was deeply afraid that I would attack the prince again, so he cast a magical shield on the prince's body.

  Just then, a sudden change occurred, and the ground under Truen's feet suddenly softened. His two legs sank deeply into the soil. I took advantage of the situation to rush forward, with a fireball technique hidden in my hand, I rushed towards Truen with a loud shout, saying: "Surrender, Truen the magician, you have failed."

  Truen nodded and said, "Mr. Yalick, a good general never underestimates his enemy, and in terms of strategy, I'm indeed no match for you, I lost." Then he added, "I really didn't expect that you're actually a magician, it's too unexpected."

  Seeing Tyrone yield, Lorenzo's face turned red with rage and he shouted: "No, no! Yarick has shamelessly attacked me, this is not part of the duel!"

  Upon hearing Trane's words, everyone present looked at him with contemptuous eyes, and the warriors on Sullina's side whispered to each other. Sullina said to the prince, "Dear uncle, is there a rule that specifies the direction of attack in a duel?"

  Prince Lorenzo drew his sword and shouted: "All of you, get up! Take them all down!"

  Just then, a massive army appeared behind the prince and quickly surrounded everyone present. The silent steel torrent sealed off all exits, with long guns pointing at everyone in unison. As everyone looked around in confusion, wondering which side these suddenly appearing troops were reinforcements from, a helmet-less knight galloped out, his horse's hooves pounding the ground. I took a closer look and saw that it was an old man. He rode up to Serina and smiled, saying: "Your Highness, it's quite lively here, hasn't your humble servant arrived too late?"

  Sulina saw him and excitedly rushed over, hugging him and shouting: "Uncle Roderick, you've finally arrived! If you'd come any later, I wouldn't have been able to see you!"

  The king's troops looked around in all directions, then at the mad king, and exchanged a glance with each other, before dropping their weapons one by one. The battle was over! Everything had settled down...