Chapter 142
If Erucel’s victory was an unexpected twist that defied many predictions, then Mircel’s duel was seen as a fifty-fifty chance, with victory hanging in the balance.
His opponent, Rimlan, was a sorcerer who knew how to use spirit magic. It wasn’t strange to hear comments from the crowd.
“No matter how much of a genius he is, it’ll still be tough, right?”
“Of course. Spirit magic is basically like fighting two against one.”
Spirits could take on various roles, but the most troublesome one for a swordsman was a tank. To get close to the sorcerer, you’d first have to break through the shield, which meant dodging way more spells than usual.
“And think about the age difference. The accumulated experience alone makes a big difference. Can he really win that easily?”
“That’s true. You can’t overlook practical experience.”
There wasn’t a single incorrect word in what they were saying. But if the one they were talking about was Mircel, the story changes.
There’s no way the Tenest family, with its elite tutors and unlimited supply of rare potions, wouldn’t have provided Mircel with plenty of experience fighting against sorcerers.