32 The Fight. (2/2)

'I have to take the risk, or eventually, I will be defeated.'- Ozul began to think of a plan.

The old Mage used the big stones to block the incoming pitch-black blades. It let Ozul rest for a second before the Mage again directed an attack Spell towards him.

Even if he wanted to, Ozul could not do anything except for dodging. The old Mage did not let the blades near him.

'If I can't find an opening, I will have to create one.'- Ozul thought of the time when he created a hole in the wall when he couldn't find the entrance.

Ozul began to run towards the incoming rocks!

'Mad man! Do this boy have a death wish!?'- The old Mage thought when he saw that Ozul was risking his life while advancing towards him!

Many of the debris hit Ozul. Wounds started to pile on his skin. But he did not bleed from any of those. Ozul felt the pain from each cut, but he did not stop his approach.

'Now or never!'- Ozul thought as he gritted his teeth.

The old Mage thought of something and created a giant rock spear and sent it towards Ozul.

At such a close distance, Ozul could not dodge such an attack. But he was prepared for such a situation. He put both of his prosthetic arms in the way of the spear!

They are prosthetics anyway, and if it could save Ozul's life, he'd be more than happy to sacrifice prosthetic arms made of some rare materials.

But the force behind the spear was something that Ozul did not account for. But he did not falter under the attack; he willed the blades to attack the old Mage from behind.

The blades would distract the old Mage as Ozul sent a wisp of black smoke towards him. Since the old Mage knew that Ozul would be sent flying, he did not care about him and turned to face the blades.

But just then, the wisp of black smoke entered through his nostrils!

Ozul was sent flying back by the force of the spear. He was hurt; it was excruciating! His internal organs were burning as he fell down.

While one hand on his stomach, Ozul stood up groggily. The sight would have been a mess if Ozul had blood!

All the attacks were stopped as the atmosphere regained its serenity.

The old Mage's face was ashen as he stood there petrified. He knew that he had lost.

He had lost from a kid who did not exude even one bit of Mana.

Just with Ozul's thought, the old Rank-6 Mage staggered and fell down as blood escaped from his mouth.

The single wisp of black smoke had turned into a needle and tore the insides of the old Mage.

Ozul did not stay standing for long and also dropped on the ground to catch his breath.

Several minutes later, Ozul was somewhat recovered and resumed running back to Azmar City.

He did not care about the Rank-6 Core that he could harvest from the now-dead Mage. Because not only it wouldn't really help him increase his strength much, but he was also exhausted from the fight. The injuries still hurt even though he had no blood.

His pace was reduced because of the injuries, but he could not do anything about it. Ozul did not have a Spatial Ring, and even if he did, he would never drink the potion made from his own essence!

The rest of the journey went without a hitch as Ozul started to see the outskirts of the City. He did not bother to go directly towards the Count's Estate as it would take like another thirty minutes.

Ozul was exhausted after the fight and the constant running! He ran towards the direction of his house which was not so far away. He would rather not roam around the city looking like a beggar!

He swiftly passed the gate and arrived at the door. He had to wait for a while after knocking before Raven's head peaked through the door.