Sign In: Becoming A Great Spell Deity Starting From The Magic Academy - Chapter 509

Chapter 509: See You Again, Ichiro Kitajo

While waiting for the second match, the audience below the stage began to cheer towards the stage. Lei Luo, who had been paying attention to the other stages, turned his attention to the other stage.

A man who was like a giant tower had just torn the person on the stage into two halves. Fresh blood sprayed onto Lei Luo’s face, and everyone cheered for him.

This man’s fighting style was very crude. Basically, he used his body to withstand his opponent’s attacks, forcing his opponent into a corner of the stage, and using his hands to crush his opponent into pieces.

The people who saw this for the first time would undoubtedly feel disgusted and even fear this person. However, the audience below the stage seemed to have been fed up with the complicated swordsmanship, and they admired this kind of barbaric physical technique to the extreme.

The brawny man grinned at Lei Luo. Together with the blood on his face, which looked particularly ferocious, Lei Luo frowned and asked Masanori Sakamoto, “Do you know him? Why is he smiling at you?”

“You’re thinking too much.”

Masanori Sakamoto rolled her eyes at Lei Luo and looked solemnly at the man on the stage. There was a power in his body that she did not know about. This power that disgusted her also made her feel nauseous.

Miyamoto Musashi walked to Lei Luo’s side and said, “I feel a familiar scent on this person, but I don’t know what it is. Your next opponent is a grandmaster from the wisdom path of the mirror heart. Be careful.”

“Someone has made a bet on your match. The odds are quite high.”

After saying that, he walked back to his own arena and began to prepare for his match. Lei Luo looked at the arena and was lost in thought. This was the first time that he had fought against a grandmaster. If he did not include the few matches that he had sparred with Miyamoto Musashi.

“Next match, the mysterious warrior James against the youngest grandmaster of the wisdom path of the mirror heart. The legend of Noriko Ichiro.”

The referee in the arena began to become very energetic. After all, the following matches were very interesting, especially this Noriko Ichiro’s reputation in the northern border was very great.

Within ten years, almost all the young people in the northern border had become his role model. At the age of ten, he was taken in by a grandmaster of the wisdom path of the mirror heart. At the age of sixteen, he received the title of the Wisdom Path of the mirror heart, the legend of Noriko Ichiro. At the age of twenty-three, he became a grandmaster of the wisdom path of the mirror heart, he could be said to be a living legend.

When his reputation had reached its peak, he had left the northern border. In order to pursue a higher path, he had challenged the experts of the empire. With his identity as a martial artist, he had fought against a level-five mage. According to the rumors in the northern border, he was also known as the “Mage Killer.”

“Hello, Mage Killer.”

Lei Luo greeted Beitou Ichiro, who had walked onto the stage. This person was quite fated with him. When he was in the administrative department and when he was smuggling, he had met him. At first, Lei Luo thought that he had discovered his identity.

However, after Lei Luo investigated, he found that this was really just a coincidence. He didn’t care too much about it. When he was in the empire, he had never heard of this “Mage Killer.”

Every mage had a very high status in the empire. Lei Luo didn’t think that all of his legends were true, but there was no doubt that he was still a very powerful opponent.

Ichiro Kitajo pulled open his hood, put his hand on his sword, and said with a bitter smile, “We’re really fated, Mr. James.”

“But I won’t show mercy. This is for my goal, and it’s something I have to do.”

He muttered. Ichiro Kitajo knew that Lei Luo was a mage, but he didn’t think that Lei Luo’s mage level was high.

Ichiro Kitajo had seen Lei Luo’s matches before. Every time, Lei Luo didn’t show any signs of using magic, especially against Takeda.

Based on his knowledge in the empire, a Grade-3 mage was enough to destroy Takeda’s magic conductor through magic. Even if it wasn’t enough, it could still delay the launch of the magic conductor.

But Lei Luo used a method that no mage would use and dodged it directly. So he was sure that Lei Luo’s mage level wouldn’t be higher than Grade-2.

After calming himself down, Ichiro Kitajo heard the referee’s call.

“Begin.”

He drew out his katana and slowly walked towards Lei Luo. It was as if he was dancing, elegant. In Lei Luo’s eyes, he could see the difference in his aura.

Lei Luo also took the boy cut he won and drew his katana as he walked towards Ichiro Kitajo. Both of them appeared to be neither too fast nor too slow. However, a true grandmaster would only see the clash of auras.

Ichiro Kitajo’s sword was very slow, but it gave Lei Luo the feeling that he wouldn’t be able to dodge it. So, he naturally raised his sword to meet it, but the blade followed Lei Luo’s sword and turned at an unbelievable angle.

It directly slid onto Lei Luo’s chest.

“Looks like the victor has been decided, Mr. James.”

Ichiro Kitajo’s face revealed a smile after he had succeeded, but the corners of Lei Luo’s mouth also curled up.

In an instant, Lei Luo’s knife had already slid to Kitajo’s throat, almost piercing Kitajo’s neck.

Kitajo no longer felt like he had everything under control. He only took a step forward and withdrew the knife that was about to pierce Lei Luo. He knew that before he pierced Lei Luo, he would definitely die first.

His expression became serious. A storm of blades started to blow around Lei Luo. Lei Luo’s movements looked very relaxed.

Every move was aimed at Ichiro Kitajo’s vital parts at a strange angle, causingIchiro Kitajo to have no choice but to retract every killing move.

This was the effect of Lei Luo’s [ gravity manipulation ] spell. All objects with weight within this range were under Lei Luo’s control.

Under the almost subtle manipulation of mana, Ichiro Kitajo’s blade was always slower than Lei Luo’s moves where he could not feel it.

Under the torrential rain of attacks, Lei Luo’s mana flow and familiarity with gravity magic were steadily increasing.

This was one of the ways that Lei Luo improved. It was a more precise manipulation of mana, allowing him to cast every spell almost perfectly. Every strand of mana was used where it should be.

Ichiro Kitajo quickly felt this strange. Before Lei Luo’s next attack, he stepped on the ring and retreated. The tiles had long been shattered and scattered in all directions during their battle.

“Is this your magic? Why don’t I feel anything?”

The cheering audience was in an uproar. No one knew that James was a magician, but when Ichiro Kitajo said it, it made people believe it without a doubt.

“This is not magic, Mr. Kitajo. There are no magic waves around me.”

Lei Luo smiled and looked at Ichiro Kitajo. He still did not want his identity to be exposed, but what Lei Luo said was true. There would be no magic waves around him. This was the magic power in his body.