Chapter 114: Grand Northern Martial Tournament [9]
Julies Evans’ POV:
Starting as the dark horse of the tournament, I had surprised everyone by tearing through the competition—victory after victory, without breaking a sweat.
To be honest, aside from the first match against that mercenary—whose name I’ve already forgotten—and the second match against Gareth, no one else had posed any real threat.
I hadn’t even needed to use my blood magic. Nor had I relied on [Shadow Pin], the new skill I’d gained from the system. Not once.
If I ever wanted to finish a match quickly, I’d just activate [Ghoststeps]—an S-rank assassination movement technique passed down to me by Doran, my mentor and thief master, whom I met deep in a dungeon in the western desert.
...Not that I could keep using [Ghoststeps] carelessly. It burned through mana too fast.
So instead, I handled most matches the same way I dealt with Gareth—systematically dismantling my opponents piece by piece.
Speaking of Gareth, how did I even manage to tear through his relic-grade armor?
It was simple, really.
I just used the [Echo Rod].
The moment it touched the armor, the rest was automatic. That rod had a way of analyzing and exploiting structural weaknesses magic—like it was made for breaking through enchantments and defense mechanisms.
That was the secret behind my swift wins.