CEO In A Fantasy World Chapter 132: Chapter 132: The Tournament Part 6

Though this form of magic could be considered a form of 'sharp' weapon, the referee at the side didn't stop Caesar. In fact, no one seemed to bat an eye at the use of his ice magic as his opponent was also using powerful magic.

Once Caesar formed the arrows that looked similar to spikes, he rotated them at a quick velocity, as to obtain more penetrating power. He didn't underestimate the old man in front of him, but more so treated him as an opponent equal to himself. The reason for this being, when Caesar gazed upon him with his eyes, the number of weaknesses he could see were trifling.

The rotating arrows made a threatening sound as they started moving faster and faster, and soon, Caesar once against gestured with his hand. The few arrows that were floating above his shoulder shot forward at an incredible speed and pierced through the air.
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The old man's eyes abruptly flashed open from their squinted state. He then moved his hands in a seemingly slow and calm manner, as if he were practicing Tai chi. However, his true speed was by no means slow, and in the blink of an eye, the only thing that spectators could see was shattered ice falling to the ground.

The old man's body was perfectly intact, and his expression was serene. His now fully opened eyes radiated an emerald green. They showed more vibrancy and life than his outer appearance which was withered beyond belief.

Caesar didn't have much of a reaction after seeing that his attack was futile, it was merely a test to see if the old man was as dangerous as he instinctively thought. There appeared to be many crouching tigers within the fox-kin stronghold Caesar mused while forming a few dozen more 'arrows'.

Not only was Caesar's control over his magic affinity better, but he also learned how to utilize it more effectively. Running out of mana within a mere hour would no longer be a problem. Thinking to here, Caesar once again rotated each and every 'arrow' until they made a threatening sound.

He didn't understand why the old man wasn't moving, however, he wasn't one to complain, instead, he would continue attacking until he was forced to retaliate. With this in mind, Caesar didn't hesitate to unleash his onslaught upon the old man.

The arrows stabbed through the air and it looked as though they blotted out the sky, the cold temperature even affecting the referee and other nearby spectators. In response, the old man took a step forward and stomped the ground.

Large fissures appeared in the small arena and many small rocks seemed to combine together to form a barrier around him. All of this happened in a measly second, and soon, both elements collided with each other, creating a plume of smoke.

Caesar squinted his eyes and a cold mist escaped from his right foot, he utilized the mana within his body and froze the entire arena ground. Though this technique would not be effective in war, within a small arena, it was powerful.

Caesar a.s.sumed the man in front of him utilized earth magic of some sort, thus, if he froze the ground, he wouldn't be able to use his magic as effectively. Thinking to here, without even waiting for the smoke to subside, he once again created a few arrows of ice.

As the ice congealed just above Caesar's head, it was apparent that their width and length were a few times greater than the arrows he created prior. It would be more accurate to now call them spears. Under Caesar's command, the spears started madly rotating and whistled through the air.

If Caesar's a.s.sumption was correct, the old man within the smoke was quite strong, stronger than maybe even Faust. This speculation was based off a few observations, the first one being that Musas.h.i.+ seemed to know this particular man, the second reason being that he didn't show shock, fear, or any emotions when he witnessed his ice magic.

It was due to these two facts that Caesar didn't show any mercy, and without hesitating, attacked the man. Though, if he showed any sign of being injured, or his life force seemed to fall, Caesar would immediately stop his onslaught.

This, however, was not the case. The old man within the smoke easily swept most of the ice away with a wide kick and pushed the smoke aside. Revealing a slightly dirty outer appearance with no injuries visible. He had a goofy smile plastered on his face as he approached Caesar.

"Whew, you're a dangerous lad… who would've thought that someone with an ice affinity would once again appear in this world" he said slyly, his words containing a mysterious undertone.

Caesar's furrowed his brows as he took his scythe from his storage ring, which made the old man's smile curl even further. Seeing that his magic wasn't having much of an effect, Caesar didn't have the luxury of holding back any longer.

This made the old man laugh manically, "I've waited so long for this day… so long" He said melancholically with a strand of insanity in his eyes.
Caesar wanted to ask the old man a few questions such as who he was, however, he didn't get chance too, as the man suddenly kicked off the ground and darted towards him. His speed wasn't very fast but the muscles on his body seemed to expand two-fold as he approached.

Without a single contort in Caesar's expression, he rotated the scythe on his palms and slashed forward. Whilst slas.h.i.+ng, Caesar drained a bit of his overflowing mana into the scythe, making it appear to have a bluish aura.

The old man, who also remained calm, didn't dare face Caesar's hefty scythe dead on. He rotated his body in an attempt to dodge, alas, he underestimated Caesar's control. The scythe changed direction while in the midst of movement and struck toward the old man's chest, which was only a few inches away.

In response, the rocks covering the man's fists seemed to crack and conform around his chest, effectively blocking the strike and making him get blasted back a few meters. His ragged sandals streaked across the ground, showing the force contained in Caesar's strike.

As Caesar was about to charge forward, the old man raised his hands in the air with a wide smile, "I concede" he said loudly, making sure the referee and spectators heard him.

Everyone couldn't help but open their mouths wide in surprise at the sudden surrender. It looked as though the man held even ground against Caesar, none of them could understand why he would abruptly yield.

Even Caesar scratched his head in puzzlement, alas, who was he to complain. He stored his scythe back in his storage ring and observed the old man.

"Haha, I'll meet you after this tournament's done…" He said whilst glancing in Musas.h.i.+'s direction for a moment.

Afterword, he turned around and walked away from the arena… not giving anyone a chance to question him. The referee smiled wryly and announced Caesar as the winning, resulting in booing and discontent onlookers.

"Sigh, my plans are starting to go more and more awry…" Caesar said with an exasperated sigh.