When Sauhir saw these patterns, his eyes filled with astonishment, “Sage’s Shield? Is this the talent of a Sage Body? You are a Sage Body?!”
Sauhir’s words made all the spectators look towards Serum in astonishment.
A body of a Sage was an extremely specialized and rare constitution. Had one truly appeared in this New Star Tournament, and moreover, a person who previously had no fame whatsoever?
Instantly, the venue was filled with an uproar!
Some journalists who had come specifically to report on Sauhir’s matches now had gleaming eyes, having not expected that following a potential seedling would lead to the discovery of a contestant with a Sage Body!
Leaving the spectators’ reactions aside for a moment, the focus returned to the stage.
Ultimately, Serum was outclassed by Sauhir. Even though he had withstood the attacks, he was unable to move any longer.
Sauhir stood up, looking at Serum with a complicated gaze, never expecting to be pushed to such lengths by a Second Level Apprentice.
However, at least he had not lost.
Sauhir extended a finger, originally intending to release a finishing trick to defeat Serum completely. But after thinking it over, he curled his finger back in—after all, Serum was a body of a Sage, and no one knew if he had a powerful backer. There was no need to offend him to death.
Changing his extended finger to a palm, Sauhir sent a gentle breeze to push Serum out of the arena.
However, just as Sauhir released the breeze, a beautiful female voice suddenly sounded from behind him, “Oh my, it seems I’ll have to be the key to victory.”
Sauhir spun around and saw, to his surprise, that behind him, floating in the air at some point, was a thick-shelled book. Suddenly, the book began to flip pages, and when it landed on a certain page, an elegant lady emerged halfway from the book. She extended her hand directly towards Sauhir’s chest.
“The match is over—”
Light flickered!
The announcement of the match’s end echoed after the burst of light.
Black Classic, confident of his victory, ultimately found the result to be Sauhir’s victory.
This was because, at a critical moment, Sauhir had used the Ice Prison Technique to firmly trap himself in the middle of the stage.
This Ice Prison was a trick on Sauhir’s witchcraft slot, thus capable of instant casting.
As for Serum, he was carried off the stage by the persistent breeze, suffering an unfortunate defeat.
Sauhir had not expected that a technique intended to be used against enemies would end up being the key to his victory. However, his magical core was now completely drained, and he was unable to leave the Ice Prison for the time being, awkwardly stranded on stage, subjected to the onlookers’ gaze…
This match might not have been thrilling, but it revealed a previously unknown potential seedling who suddenly made an impact.
It was foreseeable that after this battle, Serum’s reputation would certainly spread!
The Sage Body alone was rare, but he also came close to defeating Sauhir in the process.
For Serum, what seemed like a doomed match—if seen from the perspective of a boost to his reputation—might not be such a bad thing after all.
Of course, that was for the future to tell.
After the match, Angel intended to bid farewell to Serum in person, but as he had exhausted his magic power, he fell into a healing slumber the moment the match ended.
According to the medical team, he was likely to sleep for two or three days.
With no other choice, Angel relayed his farewell to Black Classic, asking him to pass it on to Serum when he awoke.