Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 92 Funeral
"Cough, cough, cough!"

Knan Nabi coughed and looked down at the worn iron sword embedded in his chest, then slowly looked up at Yaro, who had been forced back by the attack. Dark energy tentacles rapidly merged into his body, aiding his pierced lungs and barely sustaining the faint embers of his life.

"You...you're really careful!"

Yaro glanced at the metal sphere that was flashing red light, then stepped back behind the granite pillar next to him, casually echoing, "Of course, you want to live, and I want to live even more."

Once the life-or-death battle begins, only one person is allowed to participate at a time.

When Yarrow agreed, there was no turning back. He would not noblely sacrifice himself to please his enemy who wanted him dead.

Knan Nabi stubbornly replied, "No, you can't live without me!"

"It's just that you're stronger than me, so you're the one who survived in the end."

Seeing the dark energy thinning and the viscous blood slowly flowing on the ground, Yaro secretly breathed a sigh of relief and didn't bother arguing with him: "Yes, you're right."

Finally... we're about to win.

However, Knabi's fighting attitude is indeed very strange. On the one hand, he seems to have a desire to survive, but during the fight, he always gives people the feeling that he is venting his temper, as if he is looking for death.

Otherwise, given the attack power of Kronan Nabi's tentacles, if he were to find an opportunity to throw out the Exploding Firestone, Yaro would have no choice but to reveal his last trump card.

Swish!
A slender tentacle was used again by Knan Nabi, and Yaro, hiding behind the granite, was on high alert.

how?

They're doomed, yet they still want to struggle in their death throes?
"Cough cough!"

Cunnan Nabi coughed up mouthfuls of bloody foam, indicating that blood had entered his alveoli and his life was about to end.

A slender tentacle plucked a card from the rubble. Knan Nabi asked laboriously, "This is... yours?"

Yaro was slightly taken aback. Why did that card look so familiar?

Touching his body, Yaro looked at Kenan Nabi lying on his side through the jagged edges of the granite. After hesitating for a moment, he still chose to answer: "Yes, that was given to me by Wizard Bosco just now."

There's nothing to hide. If we can't get it back, so be it. It's just a sales channel for fluorescent powder.

"Iron-blooded...cough cough!"

Yaro quickly replied, "That's right, it's him."

The tentacles slowly spread, eventually throwing the card at Yaro.

Yaro glanced at the card not far away but did not go to pick it up.

"Get closer to him, try to please him... cough cough cough!"

A large mouthful of blood suddenly gushed from Knan Nabi's mouth, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.

Yaro raised an eyebrow. Although he was the one who caused this, he still felt a pang of pity seeing the situation.

After a moment of silence, Yaro asked in a low voice, "Why?"

After spitting out that mouthful of blood, Kenan Nabi's mental state improved considerably. Even the bleeding from the two wounds on his body gradually slowed down, and his voice became much calmer. "Your desperate fight with me can't be hidden from my mentor. Your situation is very dangerous!"

Looking at the pool of blood on the ground, Yaro knew that it was not that Kenan Nabi's condition had improved, but rather that his blood pressure was extremely low, and not much blood was flowing into his lungs. His life was hanging by a thread, and he was on his deathbed.

“I’ve heard of Iron Falcon. My mentor hates him. If you get close to him, my mentor will have no choice but to let you go so that other things won’t be exposed.”

Is this a case of a dying person speaking good words, or is it a final struggle, a last-ditch effort?
Yaro could not verify the information, but he still chose to express his gratitude.

"Thank you, I'll remember that."

Yaro's attitude was exceptionally sincere. Having heard him speak several times before, I had a general understanding of his experiences.

Or, as he said, if he hadn't been taken to the Owl Wizarding Academy, he might have had a real chance to soar to the heavens.

"You defeated me... so you must carry on with my share... so you can live on..."

Knan Nabi's voice gradually faded.

Amidst a mix of emotions, Yaro hesitated for a moment before finally asking, "Can you tell me the principle behind your magical simulation?"

“Steed…”

Kenan Nabi's voice was so faint that Yaro could barely make out the first three words. Just as Yaro was about to ask again, he suddenly heard a faint thud.

pat!

That is!

What Yu Guangzhong saw made Ya Luo's heart pound, and he quickly turned his body away.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by intense light and heat, a wave of heat swept in!

'The exploding firestone has such power?' Yaro, crouching in the corner of the granite wall with his head in his hands, recalled the sound of the explosion.

'No, there should still be a few more exploding flints detonating!'

Swish!
The flying, scalding stones struck Yaro's leather armor with dull thuds, causing a slight pain in his body.

The violent explosion had left Yaro's ears ringing constantly.

call out!
Cat-like Fist - Running around, Yaro suddenly sensed something being launched towards him. His heart pounded, and he immediately rolled over.

Ding dong!

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey—!"

Yaro shook his head as he stood up, and small pieces of sand and gravel fell from his body with a rustling sound.

"Alright! Our ultimate victor has emerged!"

"That is the fearless challenger—"

"Yaro!"

The clown in the suit's voice seemed to come from afar, while cheers resounded all around.

Is he... dead?

Yaro's body trembled slightly.

This was... the first dedicated seeker of the Way to die at his hands.

After a victory, perhaps there should be celebration, but... Yaro couldn't quite manage to celebrate.

After looking around, he immediately saw a knight's longsword twisted into three pieces not far away.

Was it just his old partner that bounced towards him?

Yaro withdrew his gaze, silently walked to a spot on the ground, and began to dig downwards. Eventually, he found the card that the wizard Bosco had given him from under the rubble.

Fortunately, the card was fairly sturdy, and since it wasn't at the center of the explosion, it wasn't subjected to too much impact after being covered in rubble.

With that thought in mind, Yaro carefully tucked the document into his bosom.

At this point, Yaro was still somewhat skeptical of what Kenan Nabi had said.

Since Knabi claimed he was being controlled, who knows if the control was broken when he died?
If he is still under control, can we still believe what he says?

This is a very brain-teasing question.

Although Yaro didn't completely believe it, he was prepared to make some changes, hunting down more evil spirits and visiting the wizard Bosco's residence more often.

This alone can create the illusion of intimacy between the two people to outsiders.

Even if Knan Nabi was controlled until his death, and was simply delivering fluorescent powder, the danger he might encounter should not be too great.

"Alright, now let's interview our ultimate winner!"

As the clown in the suit spoke, the void barrier in the arena inexplicably disappeared, and he floated up again, flying towards Yaro on the ground.

"Alright, our victor, don't worry, we can clean up all of your opponent's belongings, including his mangled corpse, for you in a moment."

"Now, let's face our audience properly!"

"Winner, do you have anything to say?"

Yaro glanced at the strangely bewildered audience around him and respectfully performed an apprentice's salute.

"Great referee, I have exhausted myself to achieve this victory and am not in the mood to say anything."

"I don't need my opponent's remains either. I just ask the chief referee to bury them properly."

"Please forgive my rudeness, and allow me to take my leave!"

The clown in the suit had no discernible expression on his face, but his tone was very enthusiastic: "Of course, it's your right."

Yaro thanked the clown in the suit again, and then bowed respectfully to the surrounding audience.

There's an old saying: "It's never wrong to be overly polite."

The things around him were all strange and unusual, and Yaro didn't want to offend them with any small action.

Perform a few more courtesies; you won't lose anything anyway.

With that thought in mind, Yaro turned and left.

(End of this chapter)