My Joker System: From Low Mana Trash to the Mightiest Wizard!-Chapter 98: Popped Like A Melon

"Brat, what are you doing?" Murphy called out in frustration after spotting Hal moving closer.

The bastard just couldn’t behave, could he?!

But the balding twenty-eight-year-old wizard’s attitude didn’t last long.

Hal, upon reaching optimal range, conjured a decently massive greatsword with one hand and fired a [Piercing Light] with the other, silencing Murphy with the rare feat of dual casting.

The fact that he could cast two spells so effectively, and of differing elements, was enough to earn the respect of the older balding young wizard.

Hal was nine or ten years younger than him, after all.

The ray of light was weaker than Liora’s, but so was Amirra compared to Khan and Arran.

Her physique, in particular, wasn’t as tough as theirs, so she had to blink away to dodge both Hal’s [Piercing Light] and Murphy’s Wind Cutter.

Amirra didn’t have much time to recover, though, as Hal’s greatsword immediately came chopping down on her.

Although the young subordinate Fellkin easily stopped it with her hands, it gave Murphy the opening he needed to catch her inside a horrifying tornado and slam her into one of the Iridescent Willows, leaving Amirra sliding down and landing on her buttocks.

She knew she couldn’t stay in that position for long, so she quickly stood up and repositioned with a void-type spell that Hal wasn’t familiar with.

Liora and Yve’s battle was unfolding in a similar way, with the two working in tandem to slowly overwhelm Akara, tipping the balance in their side’s favor.

In a skirmish like this, the loss of even one comrade could heavily tip the scales to the opponent’s side, resulting in a sudden and overwhelming victory.

It seemed to be only a matter of time before the goddess of victory smiled upon them when suddenly, a horrified voice filled with denial and disbelief echoed from behind:

"MONK!" exclaimed Therese, aghast at the sight of Monk’s head popping like a watermelon after he failed to dodge Arran’s palm strike.

He fell onto his back with a nauseating thud, dead.

"Therese!" Lucien called out immediately, momentarily suppressing the pain in his heart from losing one of his subordinates.

"Stop dallying and retreat to Murphy and Yve’s position! Just buy me some time. I’ll kill this bastard soon."

Therese was jolted awake by her captain’s orders and immediately dashed toward Murphy and the others, blinking just in time to dodge a Void Orb from Arran and finally reach safety.

But for how long?

Arran was about to join the fray, and no one among them could stop the Fellkin from rampaging.

Even Monk couldn’t...

Meanwhile, a sneer rang out a few dozen meters in front of Lucien.

"Heh, big talk, human. You’re quite delusional if you think you can defeat me so easily. Your entire squad will be wiped out before you even dream of harming me. You really believe I can’t rip you apart?"

"Shut the hell up, filthy Fellkin," Lucien snapped. "Keep dreaming about touching our women. Ugly bastards like you couldn’t score one without using force."

"What did you say?"

The battle resumed shortly after, though it was undeniable that the morale of Lucien’s squadron had dropped drastically following the sudden death of their longtime comrade.

They had been together for more than five years, after all.

Murphy and Yve were forced to give Amirra and Akara some breathing room, moving closer to Therese to protect her, as her arsenal of offensive spells was limited.

Hal and Liora also recognized that their current position was unfavorable, so they repositioned closer to their temporary comrades.

The battle dynamics shifted drastically with just one death.

What had been four separate battlefields was now reduced to two: Hal’s three-on-five skirmish and Lucien’s one-on-one duel with Khan.

They had thought this arrangement would somewhat equalize the situation.

Only when Arran charged forward, ferociously swatted away Murphy and Yve’s elemental spells, and rushed straight toward Therese did they realize how wrong they were.

It was only after the balding, bespectacled young wizard cast his strongest spell, Tempest’s Rage, and blew the young master of the Fellkin race quite a distance away that they finally managed to stop his fearsome advance.

As a result, Amirra and Akara opted to temporarily retreat, temporarily pausing the battle on this side once more.

As it turned out, things had only been hanging by a thread earlier for them.

With Monk gone, there was no one left who could hold Arran off.

Perhaps the ever-dependable Murphy could continue to buy them some time.

But then, who would hold off the Fellkin subordinates?

Why, Hal—who else?

While Lucien and his squadron wore deep frowns, worrying about how to handle the situation, Hal had a slight grin, his heart racing with excitement.

Liora was also looking his way.

She believed he could probably hold off Amirra, even if he couldn’t defeat her in her moderately injured state.

They had more or less managed to roughly gauge the subordinate Fellkins’ abilities after working with the wizards from the guild, and it was clear they were quite a bit weaker than their young masters.

They weren’t opponents Hal couldn’t handle.

At least as far as Liora was concerned...

Of course, if even she—who wasn’t as familiar with Hal’s abilities as he was—believed he could hold off Amirra, how much more would the ever-confident, narcissistic, and slightly delusional Hal himself?

This was exactly why he was grinning in anticipation.

In Hal’s mind, the scenario was simple: everyone was busy with their own battles, he could go all out and test his true mettle against a worthy opponent, and then he would win and survive to tell the tale of his greatness to Ennya and his mother.

How perfect...

He would be showing his true prowess at the Arcana Primis Cup a few dozen days from now anyway, so there was no real need to keep his strength hidden.

Perhaps he would even gain a few backers in the Imperial Wizard Guild this way?

And so, with a cheeky, loud voice, he suddenly declared,

"Sir Four Eyes!! Leave this Fellkin subordinate to me and focus on holding off that arrogant bastard. I can handle her."

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