My Magic Age

The faint scent of snake gall grass floated in the arena, completely lifting the noisy atmosphere to the sky. Even the most shy and introverted people would shout loudly here with those nobles who were forgetting themselves. Here they could release all the pressure in their hearts. I put my hands on the railings of the iron cage. The gap between the railings as thick as thighs could not stop a thin child like me. If I wanted, I could easily get in sideways.

I wanted to give a little help to the young minotaur Luka, but the distance was a bit far. He was about fifty meters away from me. My casting distance could not be so far away, which made me anxious.

Hamasaki held the big iron spear horizontally with both hands and stood in the center of the iron cage. The aura around her body made her look like a sharp spear. She glanced at Luka coldly, and raised the big iron spear with the strength of one hand, with the sharp tip of the spear pointing directly at Luka's forehead. At this time, Hamasaki started running like a pole vaulter, and the speed was getting faster and faster. After only taking a dozen steps towards Luka, the speed was already increased to the extreme. The nearly four-meter-long black iron spear was swung by Hamasaki into a black shadow and smashed towards Luka head-on.

Luka didn't expect that the petite human female warrior in front of him actually had such a strong explosive power. He was a little confused by Hamasaki's sudden shot. He didn't even think that the female warrior on the opposite side would fight like this. There was no sign before, and Luka hadn't even made sufficient preparations, such as accumulating strength.

He was a little angry. He gritted his teeth and looked at the gun shadows that were overwhelming in front of him. His eyes were full of red bloodshot, but the gun shadows that were surging were like a fan, making it impossible to avoid them.

Faced with the sudden danger, Luka reacted instinctively, almost subconsciously swinging the big wooden hammer with one hand, and swung it towards Hamasaki's big iron spear.

With a "bang", the huge wooden hammer and the heavy iron spear collided violently.

In an instant, the arm as thick as an adult man's thigh grabbed the handle of the big wooden hammer, and was violently lifted up by a brute force. The young minotaur snorted in a muffled voice, and the veins on his hairy upper body bulged. He tried his best to control his body, but was pushed back by the huge force. The minotaur warrior's hooves plowed two deep grooves on the ground, and the minotaur Luka retreated more than ten meters away.

The big iron spear in Hamasaki's hand was also swung away by the powerful force, but Hamasaki did not use his own strength to try to control the momentum of the iron spear. Instead, he used the huge force to stick to the spear handle as the iron spear swung, and took advantage of the force of the big iron spear flying backwards to lift the big iron spear into the air. The force on the iron spear was released little by little, and the big iron spear took Hamasaki like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, spinning and floating to the highest point in the sky.

Almost at the same time when the recoil force disappeared, Hamasaki twisted his flexible limbs and opened his mouth with all his strength like a big bow. The big iron spear was entangled by Hamasaki's flexible body like a giant arrow. Hamasaki's body twisted into an incredible angle. Hamasaki's hands suddenly grasped the spear handle, and the big iron spear shot at the minotaur warrior again.

"Po Jun" I shouted bitterly in my heart.

I still remember Hamasaki's martial arts very clearly. At that time, Sister Guoguo set up three ice shields in front of her spear, but she couldn't completely block the attack of the iron spear. In the end, the iron spear still pierced my body and nailed me on the street. At that time, I was like a bird on a feather arrow, without even a trace of struggle.

At this time, I saw Hamasaki take advantage of the first wave of hard fighting and directly jump into the air. He cleverly unloaded the first wave of recoil force and counterattacked fiercely. I knew in my heart that even if the Minotaur had been prepared, he would definitely not be Hamasaki's opponent. The gap between the two people's strength is not a little bit.

Minotaur has always had a spirit of not admitting defeat. As long as they are determined to do something, they will continue to go on. Even if they know that the result is very bad, they will not turn back to make any changes.

The young minotaur had just been injured in the fight, and his blood had not yet recovered. Seeing Hamasaki's fierce attack again in the air, he struggled to get up from the ground, let out a hysterical roar, and faced Hamasaki's attack, raised the big wooden hammer high, and rushed towards Hamasaki head-on.

In the orc tribe, the minotaur is a well-deserved strongman, but such a minotaur warrior who is almost three meters tall is almost completely suppressed by the petite human woman in front of him with an iron spear. This violent method of destroying the opponent's confidence head-on with the advantage of strength has made the underground black boxing arena boil. The visual impact between Hamasaki's body and strength made many nobles on the field have a desire to conquer her, especially the bright slave collar around her neck, which made this fantasy within reach.

The beauty of Hamasaki's body strength made her ordinary appearance seem less important. In this arena, she was like a goddess with a graceful figure.

However, this was just the beginning. Amidst the cheers, faint yellow lines appeared on Hamasaki's body. These lines glowed under the black tight leather jacket. I found that Hamasaki's entire body was covered with magic patterns and arrays. Through the black leather jacket, I could see that the activated magic patterns and arrays were actually primary magic pattern structures.

I found that these magic patterns were not engraved on high-grade leather, but on the skin of various parts of Hamasaki's body. The carrying capacity of those magic patterns was also added to Hamasaki's body. I took a deep breath secretly. I didn't think that a warrior's body could be painted with so many magic patterns. It seems that Hamasaki's physical condition is really strong.

It is not accidental or talented that Hamasaki can have such a huge explosive power. It is mostly because there are power-type magic patterns in these primary magic patterns. Otherwise, how can a human female warrior face the Minotaur warrior head-on?

The big iron spear was like an iron arrow that would never return, shooting towards the Minotaur warrior. The Minotaur warrior's blood and qi had not yet calmed down at this time, and there was no way to dodge the iron spear. He took a breath again and bit his scalp to meet Hamasaki, raised the big wooden hammer and hit the tip of the spear hard.

Another "bang" sound.

This time, the minotaur Luka was in a more embarrassing situation. The stone mill-like hammer head of the big wooden mallet was shattered by the big iron spear, and the broken stones were splashed everywhere in the arena. After the big iron spear shattered the stone hammer head of the big wooden mallet, the remaining force was not dissipated, and the sharp spear tip directly pierced the minotaur's shoulder, and blood immediately flowed out along the blood groove of the spear head.

Fortunately, the minotaur Luka reacted quickly. Seeing that things were not going well, he reached out and grabbed the tip of the iron spear firmly in his hand, preventing the iron spear from going deeper.

The powerful impact made the minotaur Luka squat on the ground. Just as Luka wanted to use brute force to throw Hamasaki at the other end of the iron spear off the handle, Hamasaki was not willing to let him succeed. Seeing that the minotaur Luka grabbed the tip of his spear, he quickly held the spear with both hands and shook it vigorously. The tip of the big iron spear was like a spirit snake spitting out its tongue. With a "hum", it vibrated at a high speed in the hands of the minotaur Luka, and the tip of the spear immediately broke away from Luka's palm.

Then Hamasaki landed on the ground of the arena with her big iron spear in hand, and used strange spear skills to force the minotaur Luka to fight her. Every time they fought, the big iron spear would smash a section of the huge wooden handle. Luka's injured shoulder would bleed again every time he fought hard. The absolute disadvantage made Luka retreat continuously.

The two of them were getting closer and closer to me. It was just that Luka's current situation was very bad, and a lot of bright red blood flowed from his injured right shoulder, but I became a little excited because Luka had retreated into my magic range. I put down the wide cuffs of my magic robe, and my fingers drew the most skilled "hydrotherapy" magic pattern array inside the cuffs, and the spell was recited between my lips in an inaudible voice.

Just when Luka was repelled by Hamasaki again, a halo like white mist appeared on Luka's shoulder. The crisp and pleasant sound of "dinglingling" was covered by the lively and noisy scene. At this time, Luka's body was shocked and he looked at the wound on his shoulder in surprise. At this moment, the blood was stopped. There was a strong vitality that made the wound on Luka's shoulder shrink rapidly. The healing speed that could be seen by the naked eye was something that the minotaur Luka could not understand.

Hamasaki on the opposite side also looked at Luka in confusion and slowly stopped. Her expression seemed a little solemn, because this series of fierce means like a storm was aimed at destroying the confidence of the minotaur Luka. However, when Luka's confidence had completely collapsed, his body suddenly showed strange signs, as if the confidence that was about to be annihilated had returned to his body again.

What Hamasaki could not understand the most was that the wound on Luka's shoulder showed signs of healing under a ball of white water vapor.

At this time, there was also a very suppressed shocking sound outside the field.

"Hey! Is this the blood talent of the Minotaur clan? How can they have such a strong recovery ability?" A nobleman with a sword in the crowd not far from me asked his companion in a low voice.

His companion was thinking about whether to buy some chips and said silently: "Brother, do you want to gamble? I think 'Black Thorn' will win this time. This Minotaur has no power to fight back..."

"Ten to one odds, what's the point of gambling!" The nobleman with a sword said with disdain.

"Since the fighting field is giving us money for free, why not do it!" His companion smiled and reached out to his purse, and walked towards the maid holding a silver tray not far away.

At this time, the maid who kept wandering in the crowd outside the field happened to have walked to this place with a silver tray. No matter where they go, they are the focus of the small range in the field. She has a faint smile on her face and faces every noble who buys chips.

When I turned my head, I saw a hand with a silver coin between its fingertips, pressing the coin into the plate held by the maid...

These maids, wearing low-cut leather skirts, with good figures and above-average looks, were almost everywhere in the arena. They would hold a large number of chips in their hands for the nobles watching the fight outside to place bets. I also went over to ask about the odds of betting on the Minotaur Luka to win, and was told that it was 1 to 6.4. The nobles around were all cheering, and they were also cheering that this unexpected result had a new high odds.

One person even wanted to take out ten silver coins to gamble, but he hesitated to take out ten silver coins from his arms, and then held the steel coins tightly in his hands, and never threw them into the silver tray. While everyone was talking, I threw a heavy money bag directly into the silver tray. The maid felt the tray suddenly sink down and almost overturned the silver tray. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and mastered her balance in time... In her surprised eyes, I bought a full thirty-five gold coins and bet on the Minotaur Luka to win.

This bet directly raised the odds of Luka's victory by one point.

The nobles around me looked at me as if I were a fool. I think maybe they were thinking in their hearts at this moment: How many gold coins will this prodigal child waste in one night before he is willing to stop.

People around me looked at me strangely for my willfulness, but the people watching the game in the arena were all nobles, and they had their own pride. A young and wealthy magic apprentice would not be a very eye-catching target. When I left the maid holding the silver plate, I was submerged in the crowd again. Just as I slightly left the iron cage railing, there was a new change in the arena. The minotaur Luka had two new scars on his body. He looked even more embarrassed at this moment. His huge body had even been forced to the edge of the iron cage by Hamasaki. I was standing less than two meters behind him, and I could even reach out and touch his hairy back.

Minotaur Luka no longer had any weapons in his hands. The only big wooden mallet had been completely destroyed by Hamasaki's attack. The big iron spear whipped Luka's back like a steel whip, hitting his exposed skin and flesh. Luka screamed with despair and unwillingness, and his bulky body hit the thick and cold black iron railing.

A faint wind circle surrounded the feet of the minotaur Luka at this moment. His skin turned grayish white little by little, like a piece of mottled stone. At this moment, there was no blood on his body. Hamasaki's big iron spear continued to rain down like raindrops, hitting the minotaur Luka again, leaving only a white mark on his skin as hard as stone, one, two, three points. The minotaur's skin was as hard as stone. He used his body to bear all of Hamasaki's attacks. When the iron spear fell on his ribs, he nimbly clamped the iron spear firmly under his armpit with his arm.

For this moment of shock, the people outside the field exclaimed in disbelief. They would never know that there were two exquisite stone drums floating in my sleeves at this time. The moonlight stone drum and the turquoise drum were both in my wide sleeves, constantly rotating around my wrist. That was the source of the magic power obtained by the minotaur Luka.

Hamasaki looked surprised, and her hand holding the big iron spear was trembling slightly. The minotaur Luka had already held the big iron spear in reverse, swung the spear and threw Hamasaki out fiercely. Hamasaki was thrown more than 30 meters away in a very embarrassing manner, and her body kept rolling and falling in the center of the arena.

At this time, the minotaur Luka began to run forward, and he kept speeding up, like a one-horned buffalo running freely in the wilderness, rushing towards Hamasaki.

"Bull collision"

The sharp horn on Luka's head pierced Hamasaki's chest deeply, and blood flowed all over her body along the wound on her chest. The magic patterns on her body were getting darker little by little, and her whole body was lifted high by the minotaur Kalu. At this moment, Hamasaki's face was actually wearing a relieved smile, and the corners of her mouth were bleeding red. The air in her chest had been squeezed out by the gushing blood, and she even had difficulty breathing at this moment.

The bull-headed man Luka had been aroused by Hamasaki. He held Hamasaki's weak body high up and roared to the sky.

Hamasaki suddenly saw me not far away. Her eyes had regained their clarity. She looked at the magic robe on me dumbly. In an instant, she seemed to understand everything. She wanted to speak, but blood flowed out of her mouth. The blood flowed from her mouth, nose, eyes, and ears. She had no strength to speak. She couldn't even breathe at this time. Blood foam came out of the wound from her chest.

She stretched out her weak arm and pointed at me. She wanted to speak, but she could only make strange sounds in her throat.

The bull-headed man had already shouted loudly to the outside world: "Life or death?"

"No...!"

At this time, there was a bloated old nobleman on the second-floor stand holding the marble wall of the stand, barely leaning out and shouting loudly. He was still trying to say: "Money... freedom..."

But before he finished speaking, there were all kinds of shouts in the noise, but many of them were about the Minotaur raping and killing Hamasaki. Perhaps they were all very curious about how different the Minotaur's physique was from that of humans...

However, the Minotaur Luka did not do what the audience wanted. He took a deep breath, raised his head, and closed his eyes as if he was listening to the sound of bagpipes in the wilderness.

He suddenly let out an angry roar, and his two big hands tore Hamasaki into two pieces...

I deliberately stopped at 4990 words to make up for the mistake made in Chapter 212 of Volume 2. It seems that I pasted it repeatedly. Sorry!