At least, now Luke can see that there is a white aura covering Dean’s dagger in front of him. It looks dense and sharp, making the dagger seem longer and thicker, with a sharp edge.  However, he is no longer able to endure all the confusion. So, in desperation, he just welcomes it with open arms, and…  Brakkk!!!  The stroke hits his chest, breaking his plate armor, and slamming him so hard to the back. Maybe the armor has protected him from the sharpness of Dean's dagger. But still, so much blood spurts out of his mouth.  Dean follows it up, but no longer by using his dagger. He sends a huge swing, breaking through the magical barrier in front of Luke’s face, until his knuckles hits the man’s face right on his nose. And it’s clearly highlighted vividly on the big screen, in a close up.  “Uuugghhh!!!” 

James' condition is not so dire so far. Even when a few of the ice spears hit him, they don’t hurt him too much. His mana shield is strong enough to protect his body. There are only a few scratches on his arms, and his robes are torn slightly in several parts. But the main problem is, he is getting tired after running away for so long. He has used so much mana to activate his body so he could move faster, and also to strengthen his defense. Until at some point, two ice spears penetrate his defense, and stick in his left shoulder and right thigh. His mana shield is getting thinner, and then disappears. “Shit, I’ve run out of mana,” mumbles James with a hard breath and a pale face. “And I can’t even reach that fucking bitch. Such a cowardly way to fight!” “You better give up now!” That woman persuades. “I can go on with this until dark, you know!” “Fuck you!” replies James with a mad face. “Sigh!” Rayne Clay slowly raises her two arms and starts chanting a spell. All the six ice go

The next morning, Dean comes a bit late, due to the training he does with Musgly in the hotel room. He missed most of the first fight between B-rank sorcerer Felicity Leblanc vs B-rank mage Josiah Booth. The two guardians already look wasted and battered, indicating the fierceness of the fight between the two. In fact, one of them will become Dean's opponent in the next round if he wins this second round. “Ah, shit! I’m late! I hope Mary is recording their fight right now,” mumbles Dean as he catches up to his breath. Johann Salazar approaches him from behind, nonchalantly standing right beside Dean with both hands in his trouser pockets. Dean is a bit surprised, since he didn’t feel anything from his coming until that man greets him. “I don’t think you need to worry about those two. Clearly they are not your league,” utters Johann composedly. “You are putting too much confidence in me,” replies Dean flatly. “Was that an acknowledgement?” “Well, I have to. If not, I will lose my

Noisy murmurs occur. Some audiences see this as just another golem summoning. The same with Mary, who is now looking amazed, but she also feels ridiculous at the same time. “Since when is he able to summon a golem?” Daniela asks with a confused face. “I don’t know! It's not easy to learn how to summon a golem overnight, Mary responds, baffled. “Even if he can do it, I don’t think he should use this technique to fight someone who is a master at using golems.” “Why? Is it because he can only summon one golem?” “No, that’s not the case,” Mary denies. “If only you knew how complicated that technique is. To create an animated object like golem, you need to prepare some programmed memories first, and input them into the animated object you are going to create.” “And?” “It takes years of training to command your golem to do some basic stuff. They are just animated objects without intelligence or sentience. Most golems can only do some basic stuff, because it’s hard to program complicate

They rush to stop him. Some of them are ready to launch magic attacks from a distance. However… “Protect the Prime Minister!” Dean shouts as he sends a quick wind blade. Some of them turn their attention towards Howard Mckenzie. There they realize there’s a man pulling out a gun from under his jacket and pointing it at the Prime Minister. However, the man’s forearm is slightly cut by Dean’s wind blade, and the gun immediately drops off of the man’s hand. Howard Mckenzie looks so pale. While four securities secure the man, two professional guardians are pinning Dean down on the ground. “What the hell are you trying to do?” “Who ordered you to attack the Prime Minister?” “The fuck!” Dean scolds them. “I was just trying to protect the Prime Minister.” Those two guardians avert their attention and realize their other friends are currently heading to the spectator stand. The big screen is also displaying the situation around Howard Mackenzie. The other spectators can only look at t