Mixed Blessing System

When he tried to move away from Lothur, Phil struggled while trying to remove his spear from his opponent's body.

'What's up with that? Why did my spear get so heavy?' He wondered as he made an ugly expression in that millisecond he had to react.

Unfortunately for him, Lothur's body was much sturdier than his. Removing such a spear from young Ritter's left shoulder would be as problematic as pulling it out of a stone wall after attacking it.

At the same time, Lothur was no fool. He was putting much of his strength into his hand that was holding that weapon to prevent his opponent from retreating as he wished.

"Damn it!" Finally, Phil had no choice but to leave his spear and jump backward to escape Lothur's merciless movement.

"Wow!"

"Lothur withstood Phil's blow and still managed to make him give up his weapon!" People in the surroundings commented while the feelings on that platform were conflicted.

Lothur did not look as strong as Phil, but he was doing much better than everyone had imagined.

Hell, he had taken a blow from Phil and remained as if a fly had bitten him!

In this way, Magnus and everyone else wishing for Lothur's death was a little irritated at the moment, feeling that there was something wrong with all of this.

But Lothur paid no attention to the conversations and quickly threw that spear away.

People outside the combat platform could not throw things there, and the participants could not leave the platform until the end of their fights. Thus, that was enough for him to stop his opponent from retrieving that item.

Seeing his opponent running towards him after such an act, Phil clenched his fists and grabbed another spear from his spatial ring.

'I'll have to be careful. Besides that one, I only have one more spear with me!' He decided not to try to pierce his opponent anymore but only to scratch such a person.

But when Phil and Lothur approached, and this blonde man tried to do such a thing, he felt difficulty in scratching the silver-haired young man.

Swooish!

The blade of his spear sliced through Lothur's shirt at this young man's chest, but only a tiny scratch appeared on the well-defined chest of this person.

At the same time, Lothur struck an ax blow against Phil's right arm, making a one-centimeter deep cut.

"Bastard!" Phil shouted, leaving his expression of incomprehension to become furious with his opponent.

After that, he increased the pace of his attacks, constantly hitting Lothur and getting hit.

But while doing so, Phil gradually realized that the blade of his spear was losing its edge.

'Damn it! This bastard forced me to use a lower-ranked weapon by throwing my main spear off the platform!' He lamented in his mind, feeling that he would have to switch weapons if he wanted to continue attacking his opponent.

Lothur's body had already surpassed those of the 1st stage in terms of endurance. So, an Iron-grade weapon, like Phil's, would suffer when attacking his skin!

Meanwhile, Lothur was already sweating through every pore in his body, feeling the difficulty of constantly attacking his opponent without barely doing significant damage.

'Sigh... At least I'm training all my techniques in this fight.' He thought about that as he tried to attack his opponent.

But at that moment, Phil stepped back a few feet, quickly making that spear disappear for another weapon of a different color to appear in his hands.

"Oh? You seem to be experiencing difficulty, don't you?" Lothur teased his opponent, once again running into such a person.

Phil did not bother to respond to Lothur, having made a more angry expression, annoyed that he could not finish his opponent.

'What is wrong with this person? Why is his body so hard?' He asked himself the same question everyone in the area had in mind.

Everyone there had already realized that Lothur was not strong enough to eliminate Phil. But his body seemed to be a living armor, something shocking to everyone since cultivators usually had balanced qualities.

Even when someone had one attribute that was better than the others, usually, such a thing did not have a big difference compared to the others.

So Lothur's case was something extraordinary for everyone there!

With this, as the two bloodied young men exchanged blows constantly, Phil began to gasp in exhaustion from his movements as the battle drew to an end.

With only one minute left in this match, the referees of the committee were already considering that they would have to decide the winner of this round. But at that instant, Lothur again managed to force Phil's spear against part of his body!

When this happened, the people in the surrounding area rose from their seats, excited to see one of the opponents unarmed again.

Then, when Phil did not summon another spear from his spatial ring and began running around that platform, everyone began to watch this end of the fight with apprehension.

Lothur began to use even more of his skills, using his visual ability to predict his opponent's movements to overcome Phil's speed with more effective attacks.

Because of this, little by little, he approached Phil, making this young man feel his heart in his throat as the blade of Lothur's ax threatened him.

Phil was not afraid of being seriously injured or of dying. But if he spent the last seconds of combat being pressed by Lothur, the battle's outcome would be against him!

So he could not help but despair at the moment, feeling that he had failed to eliminate this enemy of Magnus and publicly humiliated himself!

'Damn it!'

'How can this be happening?' He wondered when Lothur finally reached his arms.

"Ouch!" With his mouth closed, Phil made a sound of pain, protecting the most sensitive parts of his body as his opponent became agitated.

Lothur seized the moment and unloaded everything he had on Phil, chopping with his ax as if he were madly trying to cut down a tree.

His blows were so fast that he was barely aiming at Phil, just trying to hit as hard as he could in the seconds he had left.

As for Phil, even though his opponent was attacking him not so effectively, without a weapon to use or armor to protect him, he could not help but come unstuck in this situation.

Against the 'ropes' of this combat 'ring,' he only had the option to defend himself while everyone in the surroundings watched his humiliating fight against Lothur.

Just like that, the last grain of sand fell from the hourglass above that platform, causing the match referee to announce the end of the fighting time and go to separate the two.

"Time is up! Cease your attacks immediately!"

Thus, the crowd could finally breathe while the three referees deciding the outcome looked at each other.

Lothur and Phil then collapsed on the ground after being separated, exhausted, and looking at each other with different emotions.

But it did not take long for the winner of this battle to be decided!

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