Chapter 315: 327 Tournament’s End

Once Mrazivý and Marcus had left the king went up to Gwyneira and said, "Are you sure you wanted to give that to Mrazivý, I thought you said before that she was not going to be worthy."

Smiling and looking far off into the distance Gwyneira responded and said, "You are right, when I first looked her over to see if she would be the right one to receive it, I did not think she would be capable. But now things are different. She has changed since meeting that transmigrator and has gotten far stronger. I believe that we can entrust the future to them. One day the two of them may become even stronger than me."

After saying that Gwyneira disappeared in a shimmer before appearing on a large lavish bed and burying her face into a pillow.

'I wonder when you will finally return Boreas, I miss you terribly.'

Gwyneira then returned back into her beast form, and settled in for a long nap, as dragons often did.

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Having returned to Mrazivý's private box, Marcus and Mrazivý continued to watch the remaining matches of the tournament for the day.

Of course, none of them were as intense as the one Marcus had with Quillon but now that the tournament had moved into the final sixty-four, things were heating up.

There was not a single person left under level forty-five, and quickly only the strongest were remaining.

The days soon went by and Marcus and Mrazivý spent their time watching the tournament, and before long it was time for the finals.

"So, who do you think is going to win, that woman Natasha or Sir Varon." Mrazivý said before taking a handful of popcorn and eating it.

Thinking about it, Marcus was having a hard time picking.

He had watched both of their last matches in the semi-finals, but it seemed that neither one of them had gone all-out.

Of course, Marcus still thought Quillon was stronger than either of them, but unfortunately, Marcus was not the only one that had been drained from their match and Quillon lost against his next opponent.

"I think it will be that woman, Natasha. She has a strange magic I still do not quite understand, and I think it will give her the edge."

However, Mrazivý had a dissenting opinion and said, "I believe it will be Sir Varon. He is Darius' nephew and has been trained by him personally. I actually had a sparring match with him around a year ago, and I can tell you he is very strong. Even while he was holding back, he knocked me around with his axe and I was not able to do anything to him"

Mrazivý then grimaced a bit reliving her spar with Sir Varon, obviously not thinking very fondly on it.

"How about a bet then. If Natasha wins as I suspect, you will do anyone thing I ask, and if Sir Varon wins I will do anything one thing you want me to." Marcus said trying to make things more interesting.

Nodding her head Mrazivý said, "Your on. And I already know what I am going to have you do when I win."

Mrazivý then gave Marcus a mischievous smile, before turning her head back towards the ring and watching as the two finalists entered the ring.

At the same time, standing by the door and watching over them, Sir Heward was strongly grinding his teeth.

As Mrazivý's guardian knight now that Marcus was acknowledged by the king, he had been apprised of the current situation with them.

And when he found out he was absolutely livid at the king even forgetting himself and calling him a fool to leave Mrazivý in the hands of such a shady character.

Still his protest meant little, and the king quickly put him back in his place.

Now he just had to stand there and watch as this strange man who was also apparently Irene Geist all along, got closer to Mrazivý, worming his way into her heart.

'What was the king thinking, breaking off her engagement to a respectable noble, and then giving her to this creature. I know he must have charmed her and the king somehow, or there is no way this would have happened.'

Sir Heward was now regretting that he did not kill Marcus when he had the chance, but there was little he could do now but pray that Mrazivý or the king came to their senses.

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Of course, Sir Heward was horribly wrong in his assumptions about Marcus charming people, but his judgment was horribly clouded by his emotions that were in disorder.

"Good people of Borealia, it seems it is that time again, for the final match of the kingdom's tournament. This year the competition has been fiercer than ever before, and there is little doubt that the two remaining are the strongest fighters this tournament has ever seen. On my right we have the beautiful and mysterious Natasha. She uses a strange and powerful magic to force her foes into submission and so far, no has laid a single hand on her in the entire tournament. However, on my left we have Sir Varon, who is said to be the kingdom's strongest prodigy. He is also the nephew of our kingdom's greatest warrior Knight Commander Darius, as well as his uncle's apprentice. His skills with the axe are second to none, and he has blown away all of his opponents with powerful moves. Now which one of these two will be crowned the champion of the kingdom of Borealia's fiftieth tournament."

The announcer then gave the signal to start the match, and Sir Varon started off with a big move slamming his axe into the ring and causing cracks to spread through it as the ground shook like there was an earthquake.

It was a move meant to disrupt his enemies footing, as very few people could keep their balance while the ground below them shook violently.

After that Sir Varon swung his adamantine axe and sent a powerful blast of mana out towards Natasha aiming to end this with one big move from afar.

He had seen how anyone that got close to her started to move sluggishly and was doing is best to stay out of her range.

Yet as his mana blast approached Natasha it gradually began to slow, and even the shaking earth around her began to move sluggishly.

It was a surreal sight to see, as the ground outside of her spells range was moving at a normal rate, but near her it looked like the ground was resting on top of molasses and moved incredibly slow.

However, within her slow zone Natasha was still able to move freely and easily maneuvered out of the way of Sir Varon's mana blast.

"Well, if you will not come to me then I will come to you." 

Natasha then moved like a blur and appeared right in front of Sir Varon, who swung his axe down in front of him.

His seasoned reflexes had allowed him to react even to Natasha's blistering speed, and he had timed his attack perfectly to hit her.

His axe then carved deep into Natasha's shoulder and took off her left arm which went into the air with a spray of blood.

"You lose." Natasha said as she placed her remining hand on Sir Varon's chest.

Sir Varon's eyes then went wide as multiple shimmering blue gates appeared around his body, and with the slight flick of her finger Natasha sent him flying.

He flew fast and slammed into the arena's barrier at over a hundred miles per hour.

Of course, that was not enough to take him out, put just a second after he had crashed into the barrier another of the shimmering blue gates around him activated and sent him hurtling into the air.

Sir Varon then continued to be accelerated around the ring pinballing against the arena's barrier.

It was a brutal sight to see as he got faster and faster slamming over and over again into the barrier.

Soon even as sturdy as he was, Sir Varon began leaving trails of blood in his wake, and when he finally stopped, he had blood pouring out over his body.

With horrible external and internal injuries, Sir Varon vomited up what looked like a pint of blood, before collapsing onto the ground unable to move.

"And there you have it folks, the winner of the match and tournament is Natasha."

The cheers in from the crowd went wild as the referee said this. 

While the match may have been short, it was incredibly intense, and Natasha's final move had been a sight to see.

'Well, he was stronger than I thought he would be. If it were not for the barrier, I may not have been able to win.' Natasha thought as she picked up her severed arm and reattached it using a powerful healing potion.

She had not expected Sir Varon to react to her speed, but in the end, she was able to win by repeatedly bashing him against the barrier with her chain acceleration gate spell.

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