Taking the Mafia to the Magic World
chapter-968

"Newbie, show me what you're capable of," said Xander, as he showed his dominant hand to Vicente, his hawk eyes gleaming coldly.

Six pentagrams formed around his wrist, glowing in three different colors.

Green, Yellow, Green, Cyan, Cyan, Cyan.

"Brother Xander, be careful. Here I come." Vicente smiled as he showed off his powers, too.

At that moment, on this flat combat platform, apparently made of concrete, only the artificial intelligences of the two disciples, the match referee, and a dozen other members of the Combat Center were standing around.

Meanwhile, over 100,000 creatures were following this challenge, including Larissa from her home and Elder Collins from his place. All these creatures, whether they lived in Ravengarde or far away in different parts of Light Cay, watched Vicente show himself to this world.

Indigo, Indigo, Cyan, Cyan, Indigo, Cyan.

The six pentagrams of Vicente's first magical form appeared an instant before he moved, leaving sparkles across the space where he passed, along with the sound of the strong displacement of gases.

With a smile on his face, Vicente appeared next to the 7-Star Archamage opponent, paralyzing his opponent as he attacked with one of his fists.

Xander opened his eyes wide as he felt his muscles stiffen as Vicente's lightning-covered fist approached his face.

'Shit! What kind of power is that?'

He shuddered in front of Vicente, meeting his opponent's black eyes and feeling as if his soul was about to be devoured by such a black hole.

His arms and legs went numb, while his pentagrams threatened to return to his body, suppressed to where he even seemed to have lost control of his heart.

His heart beat differently, at a slowed pace, threatening to stop as he watched space-time distort in his presence.

His face distorted and his whole body shook, a powerful bolt of lightning penetrating his spine, passing through his organs and muscles.

Without feeling pain, he saw the world around him darken, falling into a precipice of darkness and strange shapes of weapons.

The sky darkened, and the clouds turned into weapons flying towards him, cutting through the sky like jets.

His mouth went dry, and he felt his soul leaving his body, momentarily watching as Vicente struck him down with a single blow.

His body was hit hard by his opponent's punch, thrown against the protective barrier of platform 12, where, without resistance, his body hit hard and then slid until it fell into an unnatural position, still inside the platform.

...

Larissa watched Vicente's powerful and swift attack, frowning as she felt her consciousness as if she were inside that combat platform.

She could feel Vicente's quiet breathing and the terrible aura of this Polaris Realm native.

For a moment, she couldn't help but stare at him open-mouthed, seeing what her ally could do on a much deeper level than she had guessed.

"Are you that capable?" she asked, but there was no way Vicente could hear her.

She could see him, feel his temperature, hear his breathing and sense his aura, as if she were really there. But she wasn't and as far as Vicente was concerned, only Xander was on that platform at the moment.

...

Elder Collins brought one of his hands to his mouth, standing at Vicente's right side, while cautiously observing his disciple.

'No wonder... That monstrous pentagram configuration. Only Grand Magus can compare to that!' He looked at Vicente, but wasn't convinced of his disciple's victory.

Collins didn't know every name of the Outer Disciples to know who Xander was, but judging by the sensation coming from Vice's rival's body, this battle wasn't over yet.

'Let's see how you win this fight, Vice.'

...

Theo was at home, following Vicente's match against Xander, using the same device that over 140,000 people in Light Cay were using at the moment to watch the same match.

Even just a few seconds into the battle, the number of spectators had already increased!

This item, connected to a special type of chair, where wrists and heels were attached to the chair and a helmet covered the user's entire face, was sucking up the surrounding mana while it was active.

Meanwhile, an exuberant smile was forming on the face of Vicente's and Larissa's ally, with his consciousness on the same platform 12 as Vicente and Xander.

"You're even stronger than you showed in that training session with me, haha. Perfect! Defeat him, Vicente. Show everyone how fragile the Spirit Ghost is!"

...

After attacking Xander's face, Vicente didn't move carelessly. He felt he had wounded his opponent's body, but Xander's soul had strangely left his own body.

This was not related to Vicente's powers, as he had not tried to do this. Xander had done it unconsciously, using one of his abilities to escape certain defeat at the last moment he could!

"You were quick, Brother Xander. You almost lost," Vicente said with a smirk on his face, unable to help but notice where his opponent was.

Perhaps other opponents had difficulty with the Spirit Ghost, Xander's magical form. But Vicente could see and feel him perfectly. Even without using the Throne, the Throne's attributes were always available to him. Through it, he could see, feel, and hear things that others would find difficult.

Xander's soul, floating 6 meters away from Vicente, continued to stare at him, while this individual couldn't help but become more serious.

The previous attack had almost defeated him. If he hadn't been quick enough, his soul would still be fully connected to his body and he would be unconscious.

He had narrowly escaped certain defeat. However, that didn't mean his situation was good!

Although his powers were spectral, parts of them were related to his body. In his current form, he could only use 70% of his capabilities.

But that wasn't all. With Vicente's attack, part of his soul had been wounded by his opponent's electrifying flow!

As he saw Vicente look him in the eye, Xander couldn't help but feel pessimistic.

'I underestimated him.' He thought calmly, clasping his hands together. 'He would have been a tough opponent if I'd used everything I had, but... Who knew? A newcomer can do all that.'

"I made a mistake today. But I won't do it again, Vicente Fuller." He declared as he returned to his body, "In this match, I admit my defeat!"