The Magical Path Of The Wizard With A Biological Chip

Chapter 287 - 287: Arena

A circular amphitheater, an oval stage for combat, an impenetrable energy barrier, and an arena full of passionate spectators...

Guriad Arena. In terms of design and architecture, it wasn't much different from Leon's past life memories of the Colosseum.

When Leon finally entered the arena alongside the Byron Mages the whole arena went silent. The Mages and apprentices remained quiet in their seats, assessing Leon and the Byron Mages with odd and doubtful gazes.

Some Mages who were familiar with each other couldn't help but start murmuring when they saw Leon. Leon could only see their mouths move, but not a single sound came out of their throats. It was obvious that they were communicating using magic.

"No need to get nervous! The Byron Clan will help you deflect any kind of variable or interference that might come from the outside. You just do your best to beat the opponent." Mage Nunnally ground her teeth as she sent a voice transmission to Leon, "Remember, you must win!"

Even though she knew that this would probably put more pressure on Leon, the path to retreat was already shut off for the Byron Clan. Thus, after giving Leon a wicked and mean 'encouragement', Nunnally sat down and waited for the outcome in silence.

Angus let out an awkward laugh. He looked at Leon with an expression that suggested at the complexity and difficulty of the situation, but he didn't say anything more.

The stage where combat took place was around five hundred meters in diameter. The floor had also been magically hardened. The entire place could endure the chaos and damage caused by a fight between two magical golems. There were about two hundred seats in the spectator stands. All of them were already filled. There were about forty to fifty Mages amongst them, while the rest of them were elite apprentices from various clans.

A commotion started up just as Leon was calmly observing the place.

"Here they come! It's here... "

"Quick, look! That thing is here again... "

"We get to see the Golem Knight in action again ..."

"..."

The noisy voices of chattering Mages and apprentices filled the arena as they talked about the Golem Knight.

Leon stopped looking around and turned to see the opponent he was about to face. A tall and powerful metallic golem entered the arena, following behind a group of Mages. The group hadn't even gotten close, yet already Leon could hear the heavy footsteps of the metallic golem and the unique sound of its grinding joints.

There were seven Mages in all, both male and female.

All of them were wearing an emblem with a roaring bear's head on their chest. These were the Gerto Clan Mages.

The one walking at the very front was a bald and muscular man wearing a thick and heavy bronze armor. As a Second Grade Mage himself, he was the clan leader of the Gerto Clan. His eyes clashed with Mage Nunnally the moment he walked into the arena. A deep-seated hatred was carved into his gaze.

Leon couldn't help but have suspicions when he saw this happening. There were probably some other tensions and conflicts between the two clans other than the bet with the golem challenge. At this point, there was no longer any room to back out. Thus, Leon gave up on mulling over unnecessary thoughts and shifted his attention to his opponent– the golem master and his Golem Knight.

Leon's eyes swept across the seven Mages and quickly identified the golem master.

Of course, this wasn't because the golem master was any different from the other Mages. He had already seen a portrait of this golem master in the information the Byron Clan provided him with.

This was a short, crafty old man with wrinkles over all his face and a white goatee below his chin. Leon could sense his aura. He didn't seem to be much more powerful than Leon himself. His Spirit probably didn't even exceed ten points. Otherwise there was no way Leon would be able to detect the strength of his aura.

Leon had finally gotten a basic understanding of First Grade Mages after all this time.

One could be considered an Mage once they successfully formed their Mage core and were able to sense the strength of the planar laws. Under normal circumstances, a newly advanced Mage would have no more than one point of Spirit. The basic condition for becoming a Second Grade Mage was raising that one point to twenty-one points.

Thus, the greatest amount of Spirit that a First Grade Mage could have was twenty points!

A First Grade Mage at their very peak would have twenty points of Spirit, while a newly advanced Mage would only have one point of Spirit. Although true combat ability wasn't defined purely by the amount of Spirit, the difference between an Mage at their peak and a rookie Mage was still extremely obvious.

First Grade Mages would often treat the first ten points of Spirit as a threshold for a certain standard. Mages that passed this threshold of ten points were called elite Mages. Those who never crossed this threshold would almost always remain as rookies and amateurs.

The Mage Anderson that died at the Leon's hands, on the other hand, had advanced for three hundred years already. Yet he still hadn't manage to break the threshold of ten points. These fellows that had no potential for improvement could only be known as veteran Mages, even to their graves. They had no qualification to call themselves 'elites'.

In truth, nearly sixty percent of all First Grade Mages on the Continent were unable to cross this threshold in their entire lifespan.

The Gerto golem master before him, Rouneau, had already exhausted most of his life force, yet his Spirit remained on the level of any other Mage. It was clear that he had no chance of breaking through to Second Grade.

This was one of the awkward truths that esoteric Mages had to face.

They spent too much time

Leon brought the Infernal Tyrant to one side of the barrier and waited for the start of the duel. He turned just in time to catch the sinister smile on Rouneau's face.

"Kid, you had best yield quickly! Don't get too heartbroken when your golem is torn to pieces!"

Leon shook his head as he laughed. He had no intention of talking to someone that was about to lose to him.

"I hereby announce, that the duel has started!" The silver-robed Mage's voice rang out within the stage.

Leon instantly took out a vial of grey potion and swallowed everything in one gulp.

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