When Grimm stood in the field once more, he immediately felt an oppressive aura coming from Mark's body.
In his previous life on Earth, the term 'imposing manner' was perhaps just a metaphor. However, in this high-magic world where even spiritual beliefs could become a powerful force, the spiritual pressure and imposing manner that was so dense that it was almost tangible could truly be felt by people.
Through the feedback from the A.I. Chip, Grimm deduced that Mark's strength and vitality were both above 17, while his spiritual force was slightly lower at 16.
Grimm felt as if he was standing in a natural storm with such a powerful aura, and it was difficult for him to move forward. The skin on the front of his entire body even felt a slight stinging and burning sensation.
Grimm furrowed his brows.
It seemed like he had to quickly raise his spiritual force, or else he would feel pressured and suffocated just by facing a high-ranked acolyte.
This was also because Grimm's rank was too low. If he had the strength of a mid-ranked acolyte, he would be able to combine his elemental energy and spiritual force to form an energy field. At that time, if he met an enemy stronger than him, he would not be naked like he was now.
Thunderbolt Tomahawk Mark was a burly man with a height of 2.5 meters. He had a broad body and strong muscles. Even though he wasn't holding the huge tomahawk on his back, his violent aura didn't diminish in the slightest.
At this moment, he looked at Grimm's frail figure and could not help but laugh out loud.
"Kid, you've got guts! You knew that you would be tortured today, but you still dared to come. Hahaha … I like it. "
Grimm squinted his eyes, enduring the discomfort brought about by the difference in rank.
"It's still too early to say whether I'll win or lose. I hope Lord Mark will go easy on me later! "
"Haha … Well said, well said. Even though they said that they would break your legs and crush half your bones, I, Mark, quite like you. Good kid, you actually angered Blackwood so much that he fainted. It's quite satisfying to say that. Hehe, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll just break your legs. This little bit of pain will be a welcome gift for you when you enter the camp! "
"Ugh …" Breaking both arms and legs might not be an incurable injury here, but the pain of the treatment process was unavoidable. Therefore, Grim could only roll his eyes as he listened to the other party talk about such a 'hurtful' topic as if he was bestowing it on him.
"Hey, are you guys done? Once the bets are tallied up, I'll start the battle here! How long do you want me to prepare? "Ma Ke was obviously impatient. He rubbed his hands and shouted at the side of the field.
On the sidelines, it was still crowded and lively.
Groups of Wizard Apprentices and Quasi Sorcerers crowded around Mensa and announced their bets loudly.
"170 Magic Crystals on Ma Ke!"
"230 magic crystals on Ma Ke!"
"90 magic crystals on Ma Ke!"
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…
The number of mana crystals on Ma Ke's side increased exponentially on a huge fluorescent stone slab erected at the side of the field, and soon reached a high of 3,680. On the other side, there were 700 Mana Crystals under Grimm's name.
Furthermore, Grimm had placed a bet himself. Otherwise, it would have been very difficult to win the bet if everyone had placed their bets one-sided.
The odds today were not as exaggerated as the day before. After everyone had reached a consensus, the bald-headed Ah Fu took over the bet as the banker, and the odds were 4: 1. If Grimm were to lose to Ma Ke, he would not only suffer physical pain, he would also have to bear a large debt. At that time, he would probably have to sell himself to the camp and slowly do missions to pay back the debt!
To the battle maniacs in the camp, earning money was not a big deal. What they wanted to see was to kill this newbie.
However, just as Ah Fu was about to announce the start of the battle, a deep and hoarse voice suddenly sounded.
"300 magic crystals, I bet Grimm will win!"
Although the voice was not loud, it suddenly froze the atmosphere like a cold current. Everyone froze for a moment before they remembered to look at the owner of the voice.
Black Wood?!
It was actually Black Wood!
At that moment, everyone felt as if the world was spinning, as if day and night had been reversed. How … How was this possible? It would not be strange if everyone in the camp had bet on Grim, but it shouldn't have been Black Wood! Weren't we helping him vent his anger?
Just when everyone's mouths were wide open and they were dumbstruck, another voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.
"I also bet on Grim, 270 magic crystals!"
Kevin! It was Black Hand Kevin!
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air, and the expressions on their faces were very interesting. As the banker for today, Ah Fu felt that the sun was a bit dazzling, and the magic crystals piled up beside him were not so cute. Although he did not have the time to study those weird prophecy spells, he vaguely felt that today's bet was somewhat out of his control.
Staring fiercely at Black Wood and Kevin, Ah Fu shouted impatiently, "The bet has been decided.
"The wager has been set. I declare that the battle begins now!"
As soon as Fu gave the order, both sides in the arena immediately made their moves.
The brawny man, Mark, waved his hand, and the battle-ax on his back appeared in his huge, fan-like palm. Along with the crackling sound of thunder, countless blue electric arcs swam and flickered around his body.
With the powerful electric current sensing, Grim could smell the stench of the electric current burning the air in the arena even from a hundred meters away.
Even though he was very confident in the Demon Crocodile Hunter under him, Grim still did not dare to block Thunder Axe Mark's long-awaited attack. Stamping its right foot on the ground, the Demon Crocodile Hunter was already moving as fast as it could under Grimm's urging.
Ma Ke raised his head and let out a deafening battle howl. His footsteps shook the earth as he charged at the Demon Crocodile that was diving down at high speed. His footsteps weren't heavy, but with every step he took, he would leave behind a shallow pit that was covered in fine cracks like a spider web. His steps were not big, but he managed to reach Grim before the Demon Crocodile completely disappeared.
With a howl, the Demon Crocodile's thick and long tail, covered with thorns and sarcomas, swung over and collided with Mark's battle-ax that was filled with thunder.
There was a loud bang, followed by the splashing of mud and gravel and the sudden explosion of a small lightning storm.
Grim's body that was wrapped by the Aborigine Hunter suddenly sank into the ground, and only then did he avoid the dirt and lightning attack by a hair's breadth. Everyone could clearly see that before the Demon Crocodile had sunk into the ground, the lower half of its body and tail had disappeared. It looked extremely miserable.
Mark, on the other hand, stomped on the ground with both feet, and used the force of the impact to leap high into the air. In mid-air, he suddenly let out a violent roar, and threw the battle-ax with all his strength. His target was the place where Grim had disappeared.
With another earth-shattering bang, the Thunderclap Battle-Ax hit the ground with blinding lightning storm, instantly creating a huge pit that was more than half a meter deep. The lightning storm that had suddenly exploded continuously at the bottom of the pit, burning the dirt and gravel into a glass-like substance.
Such a violent attack, let alone facing it head-on, even if a Junior Acolyte was caught in the aftershocks, he would still be seriously injured, if not dead.
Through everyone's sharp mental perception, they could sense that Grimm's life force had been reduced by more than two-thirds in the blink of an eye.
Fortunately, the ground had taken most of the damage for him, and he had only suffered some aftershocks. Hence, Mark's thunderous attack did not kill him instantly. This caused everyone to shake their heads and sigh in regret!
If Mark had been just a little faster and used just a little more force, perhaps that kid called Grim would have been smothered to death in the shallow underground.
A Junior Acolyte challenging a Senior Acolyte? What a joke! If they really fought, Grim would not even be able to take a single blow from Mark. Perhaps only a good-for-nothing like Blackwood would be knocked down by a mere Junior Acolyte!
Enduring the puzzled, mocking, and disdainful gazes of the crowd, Blackwood hid his face under the shadow of his dark hood. Only a pair of green will-o '-the-wisps flickered faintly, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Only Kevin the Black Hand's expression fluctuated with the changes in the battle.
To be honest, Mark's violent attack almost scared Kevin out of his wits. Kevin had painstakingly saved up that 270 magic crystals bet over the past two to three years, and he had hoped to use it to exchange for a decent enchanted dagger. If he had been hot-headed and smashed into a muddy pit for no reason, he would have lost everything!
What did that Grim have to rely on? That Magic Crocodile would probably be smashed into a pile of mud by Mark the moment it showed its head. 'Kid, kid, don't screw me over, or I'll block your door every day!'
However, at this moment, Grim was hiding underground and vomiting blood.
His opponent's powerful attack had really hurt him. If he had not reacted quickly and tried his best to sneak deeper underground, he would have been kicked out of the battle. Even so, just the huge tremors from the pressure of the ground made him vomit three liters of blood, and he almost fell to the ground.
Moving quickly in the dark underground, Grim used the narrow space created by the Native Magic Puppet to quickly treat his injuries. Only then did he throw out the new Magic Puppet that he had painstakingly obtained last night with a ferocious expression. He then controlled the Magic Crocodile Hunter to slowly float upwards.
As expected, Mark had long been prepared for Grim's sneak attack. The leather boots on his feet were obviously a little strange. They could emit strange magical waves that made the ground beneath him as hard as a rock, thus blocking all the Earth element spells cast by the Magic Crocodile Hunter.
In the end, Thunder Axe Mark simply sat cross-legged in the field and shouted with disdain, "Kid, from now on, your underground attacks are useless against me. If you still want to fight, then come out! If you want to waste time, then I'll accompany you. I don't believe that your puppet lifeforms can last that long underground! "
Before he finished speaking, Mark suddenly stood up and once again grabbed the battle axe in his hand.
Less than a hundred meters away from him, the Magic Crocodile Hunter slowly floated to the surface. Grim's cold eyes were staring at him.
"Kid, at least you know what's good for you. Today, I, Mark, will teach you what it means to fight! "
With that, Mark's body was once again covered in blue electric arcs. He swung his battle axe and roared as he rushed forward.
"Didn't you always want to see my methods? Alright, I'll show you now. "Grimson sneered, raised his hands and shouted," Come out, my Berserker! "
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