Damned Healer
Chapter 210: Are You Sure About This?

Chapter 210: Are You Sure About This?

"Begin." The officer’s voice came out dry.

Silas’s saber trembled slightly; it was the reaction of his muscles under intense tension and fury. Silas’s extreme anger and bitterness clearly fired up everyone from the Red River Pact clan.

Mason nodded. His whole body got covered in a layer of ice and a blood-red aura.

Silas took a deep breath and then pulled a hood over his head. All his clothes and his saber glowed subtly.

Darian watched, surprised — that was a pretty rare blessing, simply called Durability. It lets you focus on anything close to your body and make it as tough as the best metal.

"You’re a foolish, pathetic boy," Mason whispered mockingly, "If you’d surrendered right away, we’d have been pissed and disappointed. But now, you’re so dumb you chose to fall into my hands... what a joy."

Mason felt like he’d won the lottery. He could help his clan and get a bonus later, and on top of that, he was gonna crush the fight.

"Enough talk!" Silas roared, swinging his saber. "I’ve never been afraid of anyone in my life. And you’re definitely not worthy!"

The corner of Mason’s mouth curled up. When Silas was recruited by his clan in the past, he was famous for his scornful and arrogant attitude. It was obvious he’d never surrender first.

After meeting Eleanor in the clan, Silas got way less aggressive. He changed a lot and stopped treating others with contempt.

That was another reason those five hated the couple. Silas used to be considered superior to them by the clan — and back then, he treated everyone like pathetic bugs.

Mason drew his weapon, a long dark green spear, and said calmly, "Good. It’s always satisfying to break someone so arrogant."

"Shut your mouth!!"

Silas shouted, and his saber sliced abruptly with a howl. The tip of the saber aimed straight for Mason’s throat.

Everyone in the stands nodded — Silas was insanely agile and well trained.

That forced Mason to panic-dodge, swinging his spear to keep the blade away.

Silas’s Durability blessing wasn’t a joke — even Mason being a tank, the damage would be serious if hit without care.

Durability’s specialty was defense. But when applied to a weapon, it could produce terrifying offensive power. That’s why this blessing was so valuable, and only geniuses could get it: the wielder became a tank with offensive potential not to be underestimated.

At that moment, when his saber was pushed back, Mason’s red battle aura almost made Silas lose control of his weapon.

The physical ability that battle aura gave was really abnormal.

Silas clenched his teeth silently. Jumping to the side, a yellow aura exploded from his body. All the energy from his ring burst out without holding back. He charged, stabbing straight at Mason.

After that first move, most of Mason’s worries disappeared. The battle aura was really impressive!

*Clang!*

Both weapons clashed, sending out waves of energy.

Silas’s upper body shook, his saber clearly pushed back — everyone could see he lost that clash.

Still, Silas didn’t hesitate. His arm bones cracked, but instead of pushing forward, he pulled back. Small artifacts on his clothes activated.

Dozens of spikes filled the air in an instant, flying straight at Mason’s vital points.

That artifact created spikes with little offensive power — usually used by assassins after applying poison.

Everyone was surprised to see this. The spikes appeared and Silas immediately channeled some of his blessing’s power into them. In a second, he unleashed a super powerful ranged spike storm, using a mediocre artifact no one would normally buy.

Mason’s eyes glowed. He didn’t back off. On the contrary, he didn’t even look at the spikes — just swung his spear forward.

Silas snorted and attacked with his saber right behind.

*Crash!!*

A brutal force came with the blows.

The spikes hit and pierced Mason’s body, but his battle aura drastically reduced the impact.

Silas’s saber was violently knocked aside, and his body staggered backward.

Mason’s eyes lit up and a sinister smile spread across his face. His body lunged suddenly, and his spear glowed with a moss-green smoke that slipped past Silas’s side.

With a precise piercing strike, that green smoke easily penetrated him. Silas narrowed his eyes — the poison hit his bloodstream instantly and his muscles locked up.

A groan of sharp pain escaped Silas’s throat as his whole body froze and he dropped to his knees. His entire body shook violently, and his skin turned a deep shade of green.

Silas didn’t move anymore. Then, the officer nodded and stepped onto the martial stage.

He quickly checked Silas’s condition, and when he realized how serious it was, his eyes narrowed: the guy’s life energy had dropped a lot, and he was barely holding off the poison. What was even harder to stop was the spread... that poison would kill him in less than a day — slowly and painfully.

Nayara ran up to him with her clan leader. Both watched Silas shake violently and stared seriously at the officer.

He just shook his head no.

Nayara then turned her face fiercely and stared at Mason, "Give me the antidote right now!!" she demanded.

"Antidote?" he replied, with an innocent look.

"If he dies, it’s your fault! Give me the antidote now, damn it!" — she shouted, furious. Killing was strictly forbidden by the Empire’s rules, and Mason was clearly responsible.

"Oh? How am I to blame? I just attacked with my weapon, and that’s the passive poison on it. You wanted me to just let him hit me, then? Blades don’t have eyes. But... I’m not that cruel... The problem is... this spear of mine was forged with scales from a very peculiar poisonous dragon. It’s really hard to make an antidote for this poison, so I usually carry some emergency pills... Ah, but I left the house in a rush today and forgot to bring any!"

"You bastard!" Nayara roared, standing up with clenched fists. She threatened to attack, but her clan leader grabbed her shoulder, quickly sealing her ring power.

Several officers rushed to Silas, but as they checked his condition, all their faces turned equally cold.

Then...

...a young guy sneaked onto the arena and came close to Silas. Without hesitation, he grabbed a green pill and put it in Silas’s mouth.

"Swallow it fast!" he ordered.

Saying that, he pushed the pill down his throat. His hands then glowed with a faint white aura. He touched Silas’s chest and closed his eyes, focused.

Everyone swallowed hard — that was the only healer they’d ever seen. They knew he had insanely fast healing powers. But... that poison was no joke.

A minute of silence passed.

"!"

Then, everyone clearly saw and felt it: the poison in Silas’s body suddenly weakened. It started to disappear at an impressive speed, until the greenish tint in his skin vanished completely.

Darian’s hand moved away from Silas’s chest. The pill he gave was just a regular recovery pill. What really healed him was, obviously, his white power.

Soon after, Silas closed his eyes and passed out.

Everyone breathed out. They were sure: that pill must’ve cost a fortune... added to his healing power, this miracle happened. It had to be that.

Nayara turned to the officers: "Take him along with Eleanor. My clan will pay for everything."

They nodded, and Silas was taken away. All that took less than two minutes.

Nayara and her clan leader started climbing the stands but noticed Darian hadn’t moved. They turned...

Then they saw his eyes locked on Mason, who was laughing excitedly.

"Hahaha, what’s up? Wanna fight me?"

Darian laughed too.

"You’re right. I challenge you. Let’s fight."

"Hm?!" Mason’s laughter stopped abruptly — then burst into loud laughter again. He laughed so hard he staggered back and forth, almost unable to breathe.

"A support with two rings? Be my opponent? Ahaha... you think I’m like Raon, who never trained in his life? Hahahaha..."

The officers and everyone in the arena fell silent, surprised.

"Young Darian... are you sure about this?" asked the commanding officer, seriously.

He nodded slightly. "Yes. I challenge him."

Silence.

"TAKE HIM DOWN!!"

Niara’s voice echoed loud from the stands. Darian still didn’t want to show his secret card to the world, so he left it with Lucy.

It was so unexpected that Mason actually felt humiliated to face such an inferior opponent. That fight would be broadcast all over the Empire. Later, surely the whole world would watch to analyze his power before the tournament.

But right after anger came joy. He’d hit the jackpot twice!

Now he could show off to the world. And he couldn’t beat him immediately — even if he could with just a fingertip. He needed to humiliate him as much as possible.

The officer sighed, then announced: "Begin."

Silence.

Mason stayed there, relaxed. He made a finger gesture at Darian and said lazily:

"So, let’s fight. Come on. Grab your weapon and hit me however you want. I’ll stay here and let you hit me ten times. If I step back even once, consider it my loss, alright?"

"Oh?" Darian muttered, then chuckled lightly. "No need. I won’t need a weapon to deal with you."