Dark Magus Returns
chapter-740

Ricar, along with Beatrix and Hannah, saw everything. They had their eyes fixed on Murkel as his body managed to heal itself from the devastating attack that Raze was able to pull off.

When seeing him heal, with a keen eye, Ricar was sure of it; he had seen the red gooey substance. A substance that was used on hybrids, there was no doubt in his mind that this person was a red hybrid.

"Only one has ever appeared in existence before, and now it has appeared again," Ricar mumbled to himself.

"What should we do?" Beatrix asked. "Should we go in and help them? After what you said about the dangers of the red hybrid, doesn't that mean once again all of the factions are going to have to come together to defeat that thing?"

Ricar was at a loss. He was wondering if the safest thing for them to do right now was to run away or help out in some way.

"I'm not so sure that we can be of any help, and the rest of the Light Faction wouldn't be able to come. I think it would be best if the two of you at least ran away," Ricar explained.

Both Hannah and Beatrix were surprised. Why would the elder tell them to run away and for him to stay behind? The world of Pagna warriors was not like that of regular citizens, where one would save the youngest first.

In the world of Pagna, the strongest was to survive. If the strongest survived, the chance of the clan still being able to exist and prosper was much more likely. The worth of the weaker in the clan was just that—they were worth less.

"I know what you are thinking, but I wish to see this event with my own eyes, as I believe it's an event that will change the world," Ricar explained.

Hearing this, Beatrix had also made up her mind.

"If it's that big of an event, then I will have to stay as well."

"Don't say anything," Hannah interrupted Beatrix before she could say anything else. "I go where you go. It's decided, and you can't stop me. If the both of you are being stubborn, then it's the same for me."

On the ground floor itself, no one wished to move in further. They were already worn out from heavy fighting in the first place and were surprised to see that Murkel was in perfect condition.

"What's wrong? Was this not what any of you were expecting?" Murkel replied. "Did you really think it was so easy to take on someone who has the title, as the closest to the Divine realm? All of you need to do better!"

Murkel started to laugh, and Ricktor felt sick to his stomach. He knew he was no longer looking at his father, but what could they do? As they watched Murkel laughing on the spot, sure of his victory, a lightning strike hit his body, lighting him up.

When looking at the stream of lightning, they could see that it was coming out of both of Raze's hands, flowing out of his fingertips.

"Do you think I've run out of options? I have plenty of ways to hurt you!" Raze claimed.

While the tail of lightning was coming out of his fingertips, he was continuing to walk forward toward Murkel. The lightning soon stopped out of his hands, but the shock continued to linger for slightly longer.

Then in both of Raze's hands were two swords—the ghost blade and another. He started to swing them both in succession, one after the other, along with his wind magic, sending out multiple strikes.

They hit Murkel's hard body, causing cuts that drew blood but also appeared to somewhat bounce off him and go toward the cursed part of the arena behind him.

Everyone was in awe as they watched the Dark Magus wielding this strange power of his. They clearly weren't Pagna techniques.

"In situations like this, I need to improvise!" Raze exclaimed as he got rid of both of his swords and gathered wind magic surrounding his feet and the palm of one of his hands. A whirlwind had gathered behind him.

Meanwhile, Dark magic had swirled around his right arm, moving toward his palm.

The wounds on Murkel had healed, and the lightning no longer seemed to have an effect.

"You think attacks like that will hurt me? I can tell, none of you have any weight. None of you have any idea what I have been through to get to where I am right now!" Murkel exclaimed.

"I can say the exact same to you." Raze then flicked off his feet, pushing himself with his Qi, and sprung out of the tornado of magic from behind. It was a powerful spell that pushed the others back just from the power alone, even though they weren't close.

It was a high-level Wind magic spell.

'My specialty in the past before Dark magic was Wind magic after all, and I learned a thing or two about combination magic!'

As Raze was pushed forward, he thrust his fist as if he was punching the air, and a ring of Dark Pulse fired out. It was pinpoint sharp like a laser, the propelling wind mixed with the sharpness of the wind, Qi, and destructive power of his Dark magic.

At that point, a laser shot right through Murkel's chest. The Dark magic had gone right through him, breaking a complete hole in the arena.

Murkel looked down and could see the hole in his chest. Even he was quite shocked. However, Raze wasn't done there.

He placed both his hands on the floor, and two ice rocks had formed. He then moved them together, slamming them together, encasing Murkel in the middle of it all.

Raze then stood up, looking ahead. He had used up a lot of magic and a lot of spells, but he still had a lot of fight in him.

"This is the power of a five-star mage," Raze claimed. "You might feel like you climbed through hell and back, but for me, this is my second time doing it."