Gunther, being a middle-stage warrior, could sense Qi better than the others in the area, and even though he could see what was happening, he was still having a hard time believing it.
Not only was a statue moving by itself, but even more so, it had Qi to match up to a higher-stage warrior. Perhaps the stone statue had even more Qi than him.
The one thing he did know was that it was on their side, and just maybe with the three of them, they would be able to best the Principal.
“Are you sure that statue can hold up?” Gunther asked as he was channeling his Qi through his weapons.
The Qi was turning into visual Qi, and even as he moved through the air, droplets of water looked to be coming off from his weapons.
“That thing is the strongest one of us here; if it can’t, then we’ll all be dead anyway!” Dame answered.
His words weren’t lies based on what he knew. The statue got stronger as those whose blood was used on the statue to create it.
After the other main disciples had died, new blood was put into the statue; one of those was Dame himself, and the other was Raze.
The other trait of the statue was that if those whose blood was marked got stronger, then in turn, the statue would get stronger as well.
The statue in front of them had the mighty power of high initial stage warriors, and the skills of them as well.
“Attack him!” Dame shouted.
The statue wasn’t listening to Dame’s response, but happened to, at the same time, pull its fist and used another technique of the Erupting Fist Clan.
It twisted its fist, and as it went through the air, it sounded like a volcano was erupting. The other students’ bodies were shaking as they were looking at what was happening.
At the same time, Gunther swung both of his swords from above, and his visual Qi made it look like a waterfall was crashing down.
Then there was Dame, who with the strength of his item, gathered all of his Qi to one point to deliver a devastating attack.
All three of these attacks were to hit the Principal at the same time. As they clashed, the mass amount of Qi created a ripple in the air.
It was floating, and the air was distorted. As the Qi passed the bodies of those on the ground, they felt even more sick and overwhelmed; they were finding it hard to breathe.
The good thing was, it had only lasted a moment, and when they looked up to see the outcome of all three of their attacks, their hearts skipped a beat.
“This man… can he even be stopped!” Mada claimed.
The Dark Qi Murkel was using, that was spread in the area, was still encasing the floor, reaching the students, making it so they didn’t get up.
But then, not moving from his spot, his visual Qi alone had created two waves of just pure energy next to him. One had stopped the punch from Dame; the other had stopped the blade strike from Gunther.
‘He stopped it, with just his Qi alone, he didn’t even use his body!’ Dame thought. ‘This isn’t right… I heard the rumors about his strength, but I thought it was exaggerated; this man right here, he might be as strong as my father.’
If he knew that, then Dame would have never tried to do such a thing. Even with Raze, he thought it would be an instant loss.
There was one strike, though, that Murkel had stopped with his hands; it was the other fist from the statue.
“Your strike was the most threatening; it appears that our clan’s attacks are the strongest.” Murkel shoved his hands ever so slightly, in one go.
He moved the statue’s fist maybe a centimeter, but with that movement, something odd had occurred. Cracks were appearing in the statue; they were breaking all over the statue, until it completely cracked, falling into nothing but rubble.
Dame looked at the statue; his attacks didn’t work, the statue was done for. As he said before, it meant that it was the end for them.
Immediately after the attack was done for, the Principal turned to Gunther and placed his hand on the blade and then pushed him away.
Gunther went flying until he crashed into a tree. “You should stay at the academy and know your place; you’re lucky you’re part of the Flowing Force Clan,” Murkel commented.
Right after that, he grabbed Dame’s fist; everything felt like it was going in super speed for Dame; he was unable to do anything at all.
Before he knew it, he had been slammed onto the floor, and Murkel’s foot was right on his chest. Qi was oozing out from the bottom of it, surprising him to the point where he was unable to do anything just like the others.
“You Demonic Faction scum, coming here right under our noses! This is unacceptable. Remember you came into our territory so I have every right to kill you as I please,” Murkel commented.
“Get… your foot… off him!” A voice said from his side.
When Murkel turned around, he was quite surprised. Even though his Qi was running rampant, surprising all of the students, there were three of them that had managed to stand up.
It wasn’t the main disciples, like he would have expected either, or those that were the highest stages.
Instead, it was the two no-names, and the one with the eye patch.
“Why… would you three be able to stand up, under these circumstances, how can that be?” Murkel raised a curious eyebrow.
For each of them, they had their own set of unique circumstances that had allowed them. Safa had realized that she could gather the light magic around her body.
Doing so allowed her to resist the Qi that was suffocating her. Now she stood up well, but whether she could fight or not against the Principal was another story, but she just wanted to help.
Then there was Liam; for him, his special System that he had obtained had managed to figure him out. It gave him a message, stating that it could help find a way to make it easier for him to get through this.
The cells in his body, it stopped them from reacting to the Qi, and now he was fine since the Qi wasn’t directly attacking him, and he could stand.
Then there was the last one, Simyon. As he stood, his legs were shaking, his body still felt strange. The power was suppressing him.
However, he had forced himself; he had been through so many trials, so much pain, that he was getting used to resisting against things he didn’t want to do.
The pain of when he had to suffer with no sleep, food, or water. The pain that he had to suffer to make his body grow stronger and stronger every day.
All of that was nothing compared to some Qi. Forcing himself, he stood through it and was on his two feet.
“I told you already, I quit this academy, and I’m going to get out of here no matter what!” Simyon stated.
Chapter 449 Why Isn’t he Back!
Murkel still had his foot carefully placed on top of Dame. He could feel the person trying to fight back, a different type of Qi rising, but it was easy for Murkel.
All he had to do was force more Qi into his foot, and in doing so, he would overwhelm him completely.
“Can you stop trying to unleash that disgusting Qi?” Murkel asked as he continued to look at the three that were standing up.
It wasn’t just the attention of the principal, but in particular both of the main disciples couldn’t believe it as well.
‘How are they able to stand, is there some type of technique to get over this feeling?’ Ricktor thought.
While running through Mada’s mind was a number of things. ‘It’s them, it’s them three that always hang around with the White Dragon!’ Mada thought. ‘Why are those three so special?’
‘Is it really just because they hang around that other one, and where the heck even is that guy at a time like this.’
The last thought that Mada had, after thinking it he was a little disgusted by himself. In a situation like this, he even found that he was thinking about the White Dragon.
He didn’t know if there was anything he could do; the situation was an impossible one for them all to get out of, but when thinking of impossible things, he had witnessed Raze accomplish them again and again.
At this point, Gunther had gotten out from the tree; he was hurt, but there was no large wound on his body. As he pulled both of his swords, he looked at the children that were standing.
“What are you doing? You should take this chance to escape,” Murkel stated. “I never thought that these students would end up meaning so much to you?”
Gunther was conflicted after clashing blades with the principal. If he knew they couldn’t stop him and everyone was going to die anyway, should he just escape?
Then his eyes set on a particular person who was on the ground.
“I’m sorry, but I agree with what that kid said before. If he’s quitting the academy, then I’m here to give you my resignation!” From where Gunther was, he swung both of his blades sideways.
As it cut the air, once again it looked like his attack was cutting through with a giant blade of water.
When the attack came right at Murkel, he swung his hand downward, slashing right through it and breaking it.
“Now who’s not the one thinking; if I was to simply move, then all of these kids, they would have been killed. Anyway, I only need a few of you for the martial arts tournament; let’s see who looks the weakest out of you.”
Staring at the kids that were standing, Murkel’s eyes landed on the no name that was sweating and legs were shaking.
“You, no one will care about you; I will take you out.” Murkel lifted his foott off from Dame and placed it on the floor.
When he did, his Qi had hit Dame’s body, rolling him to the side. He continued to walk forward, and similar to the first step of the descending step, Qi was being dispersed in the area.
He continued to move closer and closer to Simyon. Both Safa and Liam seeing this, charged forward trying to stop him, but when the principal took another step, a wave of Qi hit them in the face, spinning their bodies and causing them to land back down on the ground.
“You quit, fair enough, I accept, which means you are no longer needed!” Murkel said, as he went to throw out a fist.
At this point and time, the only thing that Simyon could count on was his tough body. He would take this hit and hope for something to happen.
“It’s not your time to die Simyon!” A voice shouted from the side.
In a rush, Dame had crashed into Simyon’s body, pushing him to the side. The fist had hit Dame right in the stomach.
A large red strike mixed with dark blast was seen going right through his body on the other side in the air. It was a powerful hit meant to kill in one blow.
A large amount of blood came out of Dame’s mouth, and then the rest of the force of the hit sent Dame in the air.
His body continued to fall until it had completely fallen off the edge of the cliff and into the smoke.
“I didn’t realize that he was so quick to die.” Murkel commented. “I wanted to at least know what clan he was from.”
Simyon was on the ground, looking at the scene in front of him. Dame was nowhere to be seen, and a large pile of blood was on the floor.
‘Did he just… did he just take the hit for me?’ Simyon thought. ‘At the last second, he came and pushed me out of the way… he didn’t even attack back and just took the hit… he saved my life.’
There was a large conflict in Simyon’s head and an incredible feeling of guilt. For a while now, Simyon hadn’t been trusting of Dame. He wasn’t sure if he was a real ally or not.
Now, just then, it seemed that Dame had sacrificed himself, all for Simyon.
‘I’m… I’m such an idiot!’ Simyon fought grinding his teeth.
His eyes were welling up, and the lump in his throat was getting larger by the moment.
‘I’m such an idiot; I can’t believe I didn’t trust him, and then he goes and does something stupid like that. That damn idiot, that damn idiot! What am I supposed to do now!’ Simyon thought.
A strong hit from a middle-stage warrior, and a direct hit, then falling from a large height, there was a low chance that Dame had survived, but there was still a chance.
In Safa’s mind, maybe if she got to him, there would be some way for her to save him. With her skills, she would be able to do something, right?
However, how could they get away now? The statue was defeated, Dame was defeated; he might already be dead, but who knew.
They were all useless in front of this man. “I have to, though, I have to.” Slowly Safa was shifting back, shuffling more and more.
Then, the eyes from Murkel were set right on her, making her stop dead in her tracks.
She wanted to move, and this time it wasn’t the Qi that was affecting her.
“Let me ask you, madam, are you planning to quit as well?” Murkel asked, tensing his fist.
Safa’s lips started to quiver; her body was shaking as she was unable to come up with the resolve to even answer.
‘What do I do in this situation? I can’t make him angry… I have to survive, right… but will he even let us go?’ She started to think.
Her mind was conflicted with thoughts, and it felt like every single one of them was just waiting for their deaths.
Right from the fog, in that moment though, a figure was seen jumping up, and it had landed right in the center between the students and Murkel.
“Murkel Dockthron,” Amir said with his hands held behind his back. “There has been some interesting changes happening, and it seems you have been doing a lot on your end.”
Murkel was surprised, not to see Amir, but to see where he had come from.
“I suggest that we stop this at once and bring the students in; there is a lot that we need to discuss,” Amir said.
Seeing Amir though, there was one question on a certain student’s mind. She had gained the will to speak.
“Where’s… where’s Raze!” Safa shouted.
Chapter 450 Who Do You Care For Raze?
?Raze had gathered all the information he needed from Amir, and with it, there was one thing that needed to be sorted so the deal between them was complete.
Currently, Raze was drawing the magic circle in a sandstone area, inside one of the houses. It was so the markings wouldn’t be blown away.
Everyone was inside waiting for him because they needed him to get home, and that included Amir himself as well.
Just as he was finishing it up, Raze wanted to say a few more words.
“Remember part of the deal,” Raze said. “I’m sending you back and out of this place, and you promise to do what you can to protect them.”
“I’ll do as you say and stay out of the Academy until I’m confident enough that I can take on the principal.”
Amir continued to watch Raze draw his magic circle, and so did the others, but even after observing, they couldn’t make any sense of what he drew or did.
For a while now, Amir as well as the Crimson Crane members had more questions. Why did Raze fight against the mages, what was he doing in Pagna as well?
It just felt extremely hard to speak to him at times because he was so focused on one thing, but Amir did ask one question.
“You seem to care for these people. I’m surprised someone from Altieran who hasn’t been here so long has an attachment to them, rather than attachment to those of your own,” Amir said.
After finishing up the circle, all it needed now was a bit of magic. Standing up, without erasing it, there was a smile across his face.
“Those people have done me no harm, and instead all they have done is get hurt because of me, yet despite the danger, they still continue to support me.”
“They might think that I’ve abandoned them; they might be wondering why I haven’t turned up or waiting for my return, and I don’t care what they think about me.”
“If I can help them from the shadows, then that will be enough for me. They have already given me some good memories to forget about the bad.”
For the first time, as Amir and the rest of the Crimson Crane looked at the one known as the Dark Magus, he seemed approachable, but instantly the smile faded away, and the strong demeanor had returned.
“It’s okay anyway,” Alba replied. “Remember, Cronker is with them as well. If he thinks he can’t help in any way, then he isn’t one to risk his life since he thinks with his head.”
“But he will continue to do his duty even if we aren’t with him. So he will be there for a bit of support at least.”
Raze was a little worried about that. Although he could send Amir back to the academy and the Crimson Crane back to the Demonic Faction, he couldn’t really get Cronker to come back. Not without him appearing himself or sending the Crimson Crane into enemy territory.
Alba said it was fine, since the group spent large amounts of time apart before so it wasn’t something for him to worry about; she was just happy that her and her group could get out of the dimension.
Raze activated his magic, and with that, the portal had opened in front of their eyes. It was still amazing for them to see.
The dimensions were seen as great dangers or great dangers to the clans and here there were people that could just open them with a few drawings on the ground.
“I will keep my promise to you,” Amir said as he took a step forward. “Your plan to join Alter, to dive in even deeper is a dangerous one.”
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“The deeper you dive in, the harder it will be to get out when you need to. However, when you find out the truth that you are seeking I hope we can be on the same side.”
“Before then though, the Bonum Society will see you as an enemy, as they won’t be made aware of anything that occurred between us.”
“I hope the next time we meet on the battlefield that it’s not as enemies because I’m a little afraid, to be honest, that if we fought later on, then I would lose.”
“Well, I don’t plan on dying, so you might be right about that one,” Raze replied as he witnessed Amir step through the portal, and it closed behind him.
It was unnerving not knowing what was going to happen on the other side. It had been a long time since he had to just trust people, but there wasn’t really any other option he had.
Looking at his face, Alba walked over and stood in front of him. She had an inkling of what he might be thinking inside that head of his.
“Raze… it’s okay to call you that, right?” Alba asked.
“It’s acceptable,” Raze replied. “But when we are in public, it will be better to just refer to me as the Dark Magus.”
Raze still wanted his name to spread. He wondered if the name had reached those he wanted it to yet, only time would tell with that.
“Right, you know, you, and the Dark Magus, all of it, are part of the Crimson Crane. I know that you already agreed to join us.”
“But it was for a mutual benefit. What I want is for you to be more officially part of us and treat us like a clan.”
“Sure you can still keep the Dark Magus business to yourself; you can still do what you need to do. I see that you have a lot going on, but do you know what else it means to be in a Clan?”
Alba was waiting for an answer, but Raze didn’t have one for her.
“Being in a Clan, at least our one that has few members, means we are like a family. We help you when you’re in need.”
“All of us, without realizing it, went beyond just our promise and protected you, and I know you wanted us to help you take down the academy.”
“When the time comes, we’ll still help you do that, but only if this relationship goes both ways. When we need your help and when you need ours.”
With that, Alba placed her hand out. Although Raze didn’t like touching people, he did find it slightly easier touching women compared to others.
There was a reason for that, which he didn’t want to remember.
“This is twice today I have had to put trust in others. In the past, there were two things that happened to these people.”
“Either those I trusted ended up betraying me, or they ended up dead.”
Alba smiled in response.
“Well, so far we might have died twice if we didn’t trust you, and I think it’s safe to say the same for you.”
Alba was the one who went forward and grabbed onto Raze’s hand. As the two of them shook it, she smiled away, and it didn’t feel too bad.
“Before I send you off, there’s one more thing I need to do in here,” Raze said as he pulled out the Ghost blade and the level 4 crystal he had on him.