My Magical Card Tavern

Fighting spirit?

"Fighting spirit!"

Now everyone finally understood what Graham was talking about.

Ginnar's performance led everyone to believe he was a mage, and Graeme, as an enemy, immediately realized this after their encounter.

Ginnell was pretending the whole time, and this pretense was a trap!

Graham realized something was wrong, but it was too late.

Only after the first strike did he realize that the opponent could generate battle qi. What was he trying to do?

Ginnell didn't want to do anything; she simply wanted to test her current purity.

His physical strength is no match for a pure warrior like Graeme, which is an area that needs improvement in the future.

But for now, let's focus on the battle.

Ginnell charged at Graeme again, slashing his blade into Graeme's armor.

Clang!

Graham's eyes widened as he took two steps back, but he boldly gripped the back of the knife with his other hand and swung it at Ginnell's waist with one hand.

The bean sprouts weren't strong enough, and this ancestral battle sword didn't look particularly sharp either; they could withstand it!

The surrounding mages gasped in surprise, but the holy light that followed blocked Gram's longsword, silencing their cries.

Holy Light?

This little bean sprout has learned so many different things.

As Graeme released his grip, he quickly kicked out, sending Ginell flying. His mind was already somewhat muddled.

Holy Knight?

Unlike the Holy Knight, the opponent wasn't wearing full armor and was much weaker.

If it were a Holy Knight, Graeme wouldn't have felt an easy suppression of power; instead, he would have felt as if he had crashed into a mountain.

"Little bean sprout, what exactly are you?"

Graeme no longer considered Ginnell a human being, and instead chose to ask what kind of thing he was.

His eyes told him that the bean sprout in front of him must be a person.

But his intuition told him that the other party was just a strange thing with a human appearance.

"Of course I am human, and I am a human whose melee combat skills are inferior to yours."

Ginnell stood up, clutching his stomach, as the power of holy light began to heal the injury inflicted by Graeme's kick.

In terms of battery life, the Ginell has the advantage.

But Graeme is now fully alert, as his opponent is very likely to choose a berserk, all-out attack strategy.

If the damage is dealt quickly enough, Gianna's recovery ability definitely won't last long.

"The numerical values ​​are a little off, so we need to use a mechanism to make up for it."

In Graeme's perception, the chaotic yet harmonious power within Ginnell subsided instantly, and the amplification magic on his body also completely ended due to the consumption of the battle.

Graham said in a muffled voice.

"Little bean sprout, what do you mean?"

Ginnell took a deep breath and said.

"What I mean is, I didn't use that move just now because I thought it was too cheating."

"I want to see my strengths and weaknesses, not rely on the game mechanics to dominate weaker opponents."

"Using that method won't achieve the desired training effect."

Graham's eyes suddenly turned blood red.

Although Ginnar rambled on and on, Gram, as a traditional orc warrior, only managed to extract one meaning from those few sentences.

If Ginell uses that so-called trick, then Graeme is doomed to failure, with no chance of victory whatsoever.

"You're underestimating Graham!"

The burst of battle aura caused the defensive magic of the training ground to shake a few times, and the surrounding mages couldn't help but tense their muscles.

The guild's high-ranking members, who had rushed over upon noticing the commotion, revealed mysterious smiles.

These low-ranking mages and their apprentices tensed their bodies and clenched their teeth; their expressions were far from handsome or elegant.

But this was an unexpected bonus, saving them the trouble of preparing trials for their juniors, and at least planting the seeds of facing battle in their hearts.

Unexpectedly, Ginnell's few words were enough to stimulate that orc to achieve such a breakthrough.

I made a profit!

"Grem is going to kill you!"

An orc who has lost control of his emotions is terrifying; Gram, who looks ferocious, is fighting purely on instinct.

To put it bluntly, this duel has become a life-or-death situation. Even though Ginnell is wielding the Ancestral Blade, he is now being ignored by Graeme.

Ginnell felt the pressure.

Even though he was confident, Graham's performance was still frightening.

"No wonder Zhong Deng said that before using this move, you must first learn to suppress your fear."

In an instant, Gianna went to meet him.

As the battle blade slashed down, the mages outside the arena had already outlined the magical structure, and the apprentices and low-level mages were about to shout and yell.

Graham chopped down with all his might, but felt as if his force had struck an indestructible barrier, causing his hands to go numb and his body to tremble from the shock.

Clang!

The monks outside the arena stared wide-eyed.

"Advanced defensive magic?"

"No, this doesn't seem like magic..."

Ginnell looked at the battle sword above his head, and his eye twitched involuntarily.

If this blow lands, then he'll have to change his name.

From Genelec to Stalwart and Koshir, becoming a member of the Half-Team, he muttered incomprehensible things like, "I'm so sorry I didn't let Lord Grame have his fill."

A golden ripple rose from beneath Ginell's feet, eventually coalescing into scales that clung tightly to his body.

Scales?

Graham's eyes widened.

"You're not a pure-blooded human, you're a mixed-race person?"

"Ginnell corrected."

"No, I am human, and the person who taught me this move was also human."

"However, the sustained effect of this move does seem a bit too conspicuous."

[Combat Skill Card: Super Macro Protection!]

[Quality: Legendary]

[Description: Absorbs damage taken during the use of combat skills and transforms it into a shield to protect the user, providing strong resistance to interruption while the shield is active.]

[Note: When the attack exceeds the skill's withstand value, the remaining attack damage will be directly applied to the shield itself.]

[Note: In the hands of a true master, the shield's ability to resist interruption may evolve into an unparalleled invulnerability effect, granting immunity to control and restriction skills.]

Ginnell patted Graham affectionately on the shoulder, who was standing there dumbfounded, actually exhausted.

"Thank you, Graham. I've accomplished more than half of my purpose for this trip. All that's left is to beat you to a pulp."

Graham's lips moved twice before he finally spoke.

"fraud."

Ginnell was unhappy.

"What do you mean by 'deception'? I've already explained it to you clearly. This trick is purely a mechanic!"

"You're the one who didn't trust me, and in your rage you wanted to tear me in two!"

Graham immediately felt a wave of crisis washing over him, and resolutely forced himself to back away despite his exhaustion and pain.

Ginnell also pulled out his own card box and held it in his hand, his magic surging endlessly.

"Here you go, Graham!"

"If you don't want to embarrass Luke, then try your best to survive my attacks!"

Flames and lightning clashed, and sharp spikes and vines bursting from the ground swept across the field, all with a single target.

Graham smiled with relief, along with the defeat that had once seemed so unacceptable.

What are you fighting for?

It's given!