Darius Supreme

Jonathan showed no panic before this attack. This magma ball was an Adept-level spell, and its power was certainly more than impressive. He simply roared and stomped the ground, raising a shield of metal before him.

The magma ball crashed into this shield and exploded, spreading its hot content all over the arena. None of it reached Jonathan though, who was cockily smiling.

The face of the female Grandmaster mage paled slightly. She didn't expect this boy to have the ability to use magic as well, and not only that, he could use the metal element.

She realized that her anger had gotten the better of her and she would have to be careful lest she loses her life to this mere boy.

[Name: Lithia Amimolan Race: Human Stage: Grandmaster Jobs: Mage, Quick Caster.

HP: 260/260 (77,778) MP: 20,315/20,315 (9,440) STA: 5,525/5,525 (11,920)

Level: 85 (Note: The stats in the brackets are Jonathan's current stats.)

Power: 34 (261) Speed: 32 (108) Constitution: 65 (298)

Magic: 239 (236) Will: 125 (554) Luck: 12 (45).

Skills: None.

Spells: Magma Ball, Fire Ball, Spread Shot Fire Wave, FireBolt, etc.]

She decided to slow down and plan her next set of moves, but Jonathan did not allow her. His set of elements were Death, Gravity, Metal, Explosion, and Fire. As such, he raised his finger and shot out the Journeyman fireball spell at the Transmuted quality level.

Seeing the 4x4 suv size fireball hurtling towards her, its heat alone far higher than her own magma ball of one grade above, Lithia was terrified. She adopted a mana shield made of the fire element to ward off the attack, and the ensuing explosion shook the arena.

Lithia managed to remain intact and now be blown away, but her mana ward - and her mind - had taken severe damage from that as blood leaked from her lips.

She had no time to be grateful though, as Jonathan was standing right before her, his frame towering over hers. Lithia yelped and tried to create distance, but Jonathan simply grabbed her by the neck to silence her and lifted her up.

The woman choked as she flailed and struggled, kicking Jonathan with all her strength which did almost as much damage as a fly crashing into him. He just watched her with cold eyes as her complexion became purpler and purpler, her life leaking out of her body rapidly.

Choking on her own spit and foaming slightly at the mouth, her hair messy and her eyes bloodshot, Jonathan noted that the previous beauty and elegance were gone.

Before death, all were just differently shaped meatbags. This amused him, but he threw Lithia to the floor just when she was about to pass out. She vomited and coughed for air desperately, struggling to revive herself.

"From now on, this Grandmaster is my property. I could have killed her, but I didn't, so her life belongs to me." Jonathan said arrogantly.

The Grandmasters in the crowd did not cause an uproar, most supporting Jonathan's claims. They had seen everything, and besides, the victor gets all the spoils.

They didn't care because they never saw themselves ending up as pathetic as Lithia due to their own personal hubris. Basically, it was like how a person might hear on the radio while driving that someone entered a fatal accident while tuning the radio/switching the song and think such a person was dumb, then do the exact same thinking that it would never happen to them.

Lithia herself wanted to protest, but with Jonathan's greatsword hovering over her neck, she kept silent. A piece of Soul paper was brought over and Martin officiated the contract.

Lithia had no choice but to sign her soul away to Jonathan, not even knowing what this vulgar boy wanted from her. Suddenly, she thought of his earlier foul words, and her expression became ugly.

Did he spare her life just so she could become his sperm deposit? What a foolish boy and what a waste of soul paper. Lithia did not much care about this situation, because she was a servant to an Adept mage hundreds of years ago.

In order to get resources and climb to where she was, she had done all sorts of things that Jonathan's young mind could not even fathom and would even find disgusting.

Dealing with a pubescent boy's lust would be like getting paid a salary for sleeping compared to what she could do.

As for Jonathan, he gestured to Lithia to scram. He had no interest in her body like she thought, his earlier words only to aggravate his foe to reveal an opening which she did.

Rather, he was surprised by how quickly the arrogant woman adapted, which told Jonathan that she had likely been in a servile position before, then later broke out of it and became proud.

Whatever the case, her purpose was not to please him, but to please those who were loyal to him. That's right, Jonathan planned to build his own force when he graduated from Darius' tutelage, and Lithia was simply going to be the tool used to 'satisfy' and show his 'generosity' to his high-tier guests.

Otherwise, why would he contract a beautiful woman? He could have made do with the Derrick fellow from before just fine. Speaking of him, Jonathan showed a filthy smile as he cast a spell Darius had especially taught him.

[Death's Call - Level 40 Spell

Grade: Intermediate

Cost: 100 MP

Description: Call back the souls of the dead to their bodies, retaking their forms in perfect shape and becoming a part of a glorious new race. This spell can only be used on 500 corpses at a time.]

Black light flowed in Derrick's corpse which Jonathan had put to the side, regrowing his fleshly body to perfection as dark energy coursed through his veins in the place of blood. His eyes were completely black, from cornea to pupil, but he seemed to be able to retain all his stats from when he died.