"Card: Garden of the Goddess of Dawn." This was a healing card in his card set. Its effect was comparable to a level-2 cantrip. However, he could only use one card every two days, so it was extremely precious.
After using the "Garden of the Twilight Goddess", the wound on Black Jack's arm was almost healed in the blink of an eye. At the same time, a small golden arrow shot out from the muscle fibers under the card's healing.
Blackjack's eyes widened when he saw the golden arrow.
"A long-range alchemy weapon? No wonder it can be cast instantly! " Blackjack's eyes flashed with greed. Alchemy weapons were extremely rare in Brute Cavern where alchemists were scarce, let alone a long-range alchemy weapon that even level-1 apprentices could use.
"This alchemy weapon will be mine! Once I'm healed, I can use Hanger's Punishment, and the fledgling's wings will be broken by me! Whoosh whoosh whoosh — "Blackjack chuckled in his mind." A fledgling will always be a fledgling. He didn't attack me when he had such a great opportunity. Looks like he's just a newbie who hasn't seen the dark side of the wizarding world. Still, a newbie like him has a ridiculous amount of sympathy. All I need to do now is to pretend to be weak, and he'll hesitate out of sympathy. When I'm healed, I'll crush him under my feet … "
With that in mind, Blackjack decided to put on an expression of "tenacity with a hint of weakness, pride with a hint of stubbornness". Unlike all the mortal operas he watched, this expression was the easiest one to move the audience. "Hahahaha! The fledgling will be touched by my performance!"
Blackjack looked up. He was going to use this expression to move Baron Milk and make him hesitate for at least five seconds.
However, when Blackjack saw Baron Milk's movement clearly, he felt his chest tighten as if blood was rushing up his throat.
"That's not a fledgling! You bastard!" Blackjack felt his chest burning and his mouth filled with blood.
It had only been six seconds since he was injured by the alchemy weapon! Only six seconds?!
Baron Milk had at least four defensive spells in front of him!
And they were still increasing!
"How scared are you? Are all the spells you learned defensive spells? "
When Blackjack's wounds were healed by the Goddess of Dawn, Baron Milk was faced with seven spells. Four were defensive spells, and three were crowd control spells that prevented him from approaching. There was also a compound wall of fire that was a combination of Grease and Flame!
"Shameless, shameless, too shameless! You shameless bastard who pretends to be a newbie! "With such a defence, even a rank 2 acolyte would need to attack for five to six seconds! As a rank 1 Acolyte, it would take him at least half a minute to break through.
Angor did not feel ashamed at being called a shameless bastard. He was planning to use this shameless method to get to the top of Sky Tower anyway, so he didn't mind being scolded. He had more shameless things to do! No one knows me anyway. I'm not Angor. I'm Baron Milk!
He raised a hand, and a beam of golden light shot out of his sleeve.
Black Jack had just recovered from his injuries, so how could he escape? The small golden arrow pierced Black Jack's right arm.
Angor did not stop there. The golden arrows in his hand were all aimed at Blackjack's vital parts as if they were free.
Blackjack was frightened by the rain of arrows. He took out a card with a cross shield drawn on it from his remaining two cards.
"Card: Knight's Shield!" Black Jack put out the Knight's Shield and slightly blocked a few golden arrows, but under the threat of the arrow rain, the Knight's Shield showed signs of cracking.
"I don't want to fight anymore. I admit defeat. Stop!" Black Jack admitted defeat and threw his profile card into the air.
His defense could not be broken, and he was being targeted by long-range alchemy weapons. If he did not surrender now, he would die for real!
Sky Tower arenas did not forbid death, but surrender was allowed. As long as someone surrendered and threw their profile card into the air, the arena manager would activate a magic array to separate the two combatants.
As soon as the card was thrown into the air, a magic array appeared. There was also a faint glass barrier between them. Angor's weapons could no longer reach Blackjack.
[The match is over. Baron Milk wins! ]
A line of words appeared on the transparent glass screen in the air. As the words fell, Blackjack's profile card suddenly released a beam of light and went into Angor's own profile card in his pocket.
Angor took out his Sky Tower profile card and saw that he defeated Blackjack. His points were increased by three. According to the number of matches Blackjack won, Angor received 150 merit points.
"Not bad. 150 merit points is worth the arrow's price." Angor put away the card and stepped down from the ring.
Blackjack lay on the ground. His body was pierced by many golden arrows. He looked like he was dying. In the end, the Sky Tower staff carried it away.
When there was no one left in the 7th combat ring, waves of surprise erupted from the spectating area.
"Mister Blackjack, didn't you say you were going to break the wings of that fledgling? How …"
"Fledgling? Blackjack couldn't fight back at all. How can it be a fledgling? "
"Maybe that person in the black robe is a level-3 apprentice?"
The audience on the first floor was mostly mortals, so they could only make wild guesses. On the other side, the apprentices watching the match were whispering among themselves.
"Blackjack lost? He lost? "
"Didn't you see? That Baron Milk has an alchemy weapon. And a long-range one! "
"I saw it. Damn it! I want it!"
"How about we wait until the kid is alone? Let's do it!"
"We don't know who that Baron Milk is yet. If he can afford an alchemy weapon as a level-1 apprentice, he must be someone powerful. Let's not look for trouble."
"Cowards!"
When Angor returned to the backstage, the people in the contestants' area all looked at him with fear, surprise, and most of all, greed.
Angor went to the lottery area again. The middle-aged woman seemed to have watched Angor's match too. She glanced at Angor's wrist covered by the black robe and gave him a subtle smile.
"Mister Baron Milk, are you going to continue the match?"
Angor nodded. He was a little nervous because of his first match. He used up most of his mana by casting seven spells in one go. However, he should be able to fight a few more matches after meditating for a while. It was not like he was going to run into someone like Blackjack every time.
"Very well. Please draw," the woman said.
Angor reached into the lottery box and took out a ball based on his intuition.
Number 035325.
The woman took the ball. Soon, a row of words appeared on the screen in front of her. [Baron Milk VS Ashen Warrior, Sky Tower, Ring 6 in half an hour. ]
…
Angor walked to a remote corner and closed his eyes to meditate. He put on a "do not approach" expression while the people around him were still discussing among themselves.
He didn't meditate for long before he heard the familiar footsteps again.
"Fate guided you, but not me," Angor said in a cold voice.
"Hey, Milk, I saw your match. You're so good. "Someone chuckled.
Angor snorted. "Don't call me Milk."
"Baron Milk, was that an alchemy weapon you used? That's awesome. Did Master Prome make it? "
"It's none of your business." Angor opened his eyes and looked at the person standing in front of him through his hood.
He was still in White Bear's attire, and he was still smiling. However, this time, there was an exquisite black cane in his hand.
Angor sighed in his mind. Why did this guy keep following him around?
"I'm just curious. Everyone in Brute Cavern who can use alchemy weapons is famous, and we know everything about them. But the weapon you're using is different from all of them. This is the first time I've seen it. "
"So what?" Angor sounded impatient. "Why are you following me?"
White Bear smiled. "Fate is intertwined. I'm destined to meet you again."
"You came to me yourself. Don't talk about fate." Angor waved a hand. "Fine. I'm going to fight soon. Don't disturb me while I meditate."
White Bear left with his walking stick with a smile on his face.
When White Bear was gone, Angor frowned. He did not know what was going on.
After meditating for another ten minutes, Angor heard footsteps approaching him again. This time, the footsteps were heavier and did not sound like White Bear's.
Angor looked up impatiently and saw it was Blackjack.
His body was wrapped in bandages, and his hat and monocle were gone, revealing his gray-green short hair and handsome face.
"You …" What are you doing here? Angor was about to ask when he suddenly remembered his cold attitude. "Hmph."
Angor humphed and waited for Blackjack to speak up.
"I admit defeat in the match just now. But I'm warning you. Don't tell anyone my secret. Or I'll make you pay even if I have to sacrifice my life! "
Blackjack's words were loud and clear. But Angor still did not know what Blackjack was talking about. What was his secret? Was it just a copy of Sunders' appearance?
Angor looked at Blackjack carefully. Without his hat, Blackjack's short gray-green hair was almost the same as Sunders'. His appearance was also somewhat similar.
"So Blackjack is Professor's bastard son?!" In his mind, Angor was imagining a romantic drama with ups and downs. In order to gain the approval of his strict father, the illegitimate son tried his best to mimic his "father" in terms of appearance, dress, and personality. Unfortunately, his heartless father did not care about his performance at all, which twisted his mind and made him a pervert. He even took pleasure in torturing the newbie.
After giving Angor a warning, Blackjack limped away with his cane.
"Sigh, what a poor child." Angor watched Blackjack's lonely figure and put a sad end to the drama in his mind. Herder said, "Hmm … Feel free to comment in the comments. But remember, do not spread rumors.
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