Banshee? No, an ogre!

Chapter 4: Og VS. Foucault

An apprentice wizard?

The most powerful apprentice profession was the Knight.

After that came the warrior, and the mage could be said to be at the bottom of the ladder.

Since the mages of the time could not even cast a few spells, they were easily defeated, let alone in the small gladiatorial arena.

In the case of Oug's defeat of the knight, he still dared to stand and challenge, which could only show that he had absolute confidence in himself.

This temperament and composure could not be faked.

Your fighting style is very aggressive, I like it. Would you be interested in working for me? Although Vuko's words carried a sense of aristocratic arrogance, his tone was inexplicably easy to like.

I'm used to being relaxed,' Oug said, straightening his palm.

He didn't like restrictions, which was why he hadn't decided to follow his father's dying wish and try to join the Church of Truth or the Church of Dawn, which were the preferred choices of the common people.

Unless something unexpected happened, he wouldn't stay long in this small town.

Fuke was not angry at Ouge's refusal. He just casually suggested that he cherish his talent. He was impressed by Ouge's good martial arts foundation.

Do you need a break? Can you still hold a weapon in your left hand? Fuke pointed out Ouge's problem.

No one else had noticed it, but he had.

It's okay, I still have one hand. Such a short break didn't help much, and Ouge didn't use much physical energy.

'Then I thank you for your mercy.

Vuko's ring on his left middle finger glowed slightly, and then he reached out and took a bottle of potion from his pocket.

'Space ring! This is no small thing...'

Og was slightly shocked to see this. Portable space props like this were surprisingly expensive, and not many low-level professionals might have them.

Catch.

Vuko threw the potion away. The red potion in the glass bottle landed firmly in Og's good hand, blessed by some mysterious force.

Amazing manipulation of magic. This guy is an apprentice wizard of the manipulation type...' Oug's attention was completely focused on the other person's mastery of manipulating the potion bottle.

Wizards are generally divided into two schools - manipulation and shaping.

The former focuses on unleashing spells to direct, relying mainly on mental strength, and can cast many precise spells.

The latter focuses on the cultivation of magical power, mainly the shaping of magical power, and the stronger the magical power, the greater the power of the magic cast.

Although you wouldn't normally be able to tell the difference, the combat styles are very different. Manipulation-based mages mainly use elemental puppets, rock manipulation, fire snakes and other delicate magic, and in later stages they are even better at spiritual soul magic with a high hit rate.

Plastic energy systems are based mainly on large-scale spells such as flame storms and lightning chains. The later the stage, the greater the difference between the two.

Plastic energy systems require a greater talent for magic, while manipulation systems require a higher level of mental strength.

Of course, there are all-rounders, but a mage's energy is limited, and trying to do everything often means doing nothing well.

But I don't like bullying the wounded," said the noble-looking mage apprentice.

Hearing this, Oug turned his attention from the precision of the other's manipulation to the potion in front of him.

He recognised it; it was the famous Recovery Potion, a classic potion made by a demon apothecary.

Not just any serious injury could be healed with this potion, and it could be used externally as well as internally.

A bottle of this would cost a gold coin, and most people wouldn't waste it. After all, one gold coin could feed an average family for a month.

That was a generous offer. Looks like I asked too little before. Oug poured half of the bottle into his hands without hesitation. The red potion seeped through the bandage and helped repair Oug's palm through the skin, but his magical resistance reduced the repair effect somewhat.

The internal effect was even better, as Oug still had his digestive powers.

But Oug didn't want to take off his mask in public, even if it was only a fake one.

Come on,' he said.

he said, handing the remaining potion to the servant at his side before taking the staff and pointing it at the nobleman in front of him.

It was f*******n for apprentices to use professional level items in sparring, but this kind of fairness was actually quite limited.

A low-level item for a non-professional or a set of adamantine armour was enough to fill the gap.

However, most people who come to the arena aren't well-equipped either. After all, non-professional props are only meant to be used for transition.

With a nod from both sides, the second match to defend the arena began.

This time it was Vuko who initiated the magic.

For a moment, Vuko's body swayed. When it settled, it had summoned four identical Vukos.

Immediately, the five Vukos ran around the arena, surrounding the five-pointed Oug.

A low level spell, the Mirror Image Technique.

Casting a spell in silence? Or a magic item?'

Og held his staff in his hand, but the eyes hidden in his mask kept a watchful eye on the real Fok.

This was a power derived from the Clawed Falcon, which gave Og not only the ability to see in motion, but also to see through the illusions of lower-level magic.

Coincidence? No, he's not affected!

Fuke noticed as well. He noticed that the bespectacled guard with the mottled mask was actually facing him!

This time, it was the young nobleman who panicked a little. His usual opening tactics had failed.

It was rumoured that professional-level martial artists had the ability to see through low-level illusions, but wasn't this guy just an apprentice?

He didn't want to fight this guy in close combat.

The staff danced with power under Oug's control. The staff was not the best weapon, but almost all weapon techniques could be used with it.

In the blink of an eye, the staff turned into a spear that pierced the sky!

Boom!

The fine iron staff hit the magic shield and made a few cracks. It looked like a few more blows would break the shield.

Why is the power so great! Did he hold back before?

Fuke was surprised. He knew exactly where the limit of his magic shield was, and the strength of this stab was close to that of an ordinary professional.

Of course, Oug had not hidden his skills before. The reason why the strength of this stab was so great was also very simple.

He was using the martial art of Fish Leaping Spear.

This is a spear technique that imitates the way a narwhal breaks the surface of the water. The body and the spear become one and charge forward like a fish leaping.

Do you know the biggest difference between a martial artist and a knight? That was the first question the martial arts teacher who taught Ouge the martial arts asked him.

It's not that they can't become knights... At that time, Ouge was not very clear about the differences between different professions.

He simply thought that martial artists lacked innate talent.

Professional knights can use their fighting spirit, but martial artists can only unleash their fighting spirit when they reach the higher level - even if some people call that fighting spirit anger.

They are wrong, Oug. Martial artists are the inheritors of martial arts, and martial arts are used by the weak against the strong!

The origin of martial artists is actually very similar to that of sorcerers. Both are avenues explored by people with no innate ability to seek power.

However, martial artists are different from sorcerers.

The martial arts that martial artists inherit are the result of self-cultivation, and martial artists believe more in self-cultivation!

Whether it is martial arts or martial arts inherited from the East, the initial result sought is the same: to make the weak strong!

Seeing that the attack could not be broken, Oug resolutely withdrew his spear, took a deep breath, stepped back three steps, then charged forward and leapt up!

Jumping into the air would of course prevent Oug from dodging, but Oug knew even better that he had to end the battle quickly! Launch his most powerful attack!

He simply did not have the energy to waste on a Manipulation Mage!

Og saw his chance, and using the momentum of his jump, he brought his staff down with all his might. It was like a chop, and with it he unleashed his most powerful attack with the force of a mountain.

The Great Collapse Staff!

Lightning Arrow!

At the same time, Fuke finished casting his spell. Two lightning balls crossed in his hands, emitting a blinding light.

The reason why he didn't choose the Fireball spell, which had a greater range and could be cast faster, and chose the Lightning Arrow was very simple.

Since Lightning Arrow didn't require any effort to detect the enemy, the iron rod in Oug's hand was the best anchor point!

At this distance, the damage of the lightning arrow was even greater!

At that moment, the collision of martial arts and magic intertwined.

Lightning Arrow first climbed through the magic shield and onto the iron bar.

The scene was like Oug holding the lightning spear and riding the lightning to attack.

At first glance, it did indeed have the flavour of a battle between superhumans.

When the bright light effect faded,

Fuke's magic shield shattered, and Oug's staff was already pressed against the nobleman's neck.

Oug's previous Great Collapse had hit the exact same spot as before, so this charged attack was bound to break through.

You lose.

At this point, a fine golden flash had not yet dissipated from Og's body.

With a sharp shout from Og, the audience erupted in cheers.

Og always lived up to expectations, defeating one challenger after another in the quickest and most unexpected manner.

No... this is impossible.

Vuko looked up, feeling the coldness of the end of the staff as it touched his skin. His expression changed at that moment.

He could understand his squire's feelings - the feeling of being defeated by basic combat skills when one's own special move hadn't worked.

How could he have lost when his opponent's moves were so mediocre?

Why didn't the lightning arrow paralyse the enemy?

The gourmet wins!

As the other mirror images shattered, the referee announced the result.

Yes, I lost.

Fucoco was forced to admit as Ogg withdrew his staff.

It was just luck,' Ogg's voice came from under his mask, and then he extended his hand to his opponent in a sign of reconciliation.

No one would have noticed what had happened to Ogg's body the moment he was struck by the electric current.

The faint bluish tinge under his skin was the reason he had been able to win - basic magical resistance.

This is a power that every ogre has within their skin, and it is also the reason why the ogre is shielded from the mage's path.

Although this resistance weakens the effect of potions, it also gives the ogre a good level of magic resistance.

A more advanced lightning chain might still be able to hurt him.

But an apprentice-level lightning arrow won't do much damage.

A loss is a loss. You really are the strongest martial arts apprentice I've ever met,' said Vuko, who was very kind and took Oug's hand. When he stood up, he even offered an olive branch: "Let's get acquainted. I'm Vuko Chromie, the second son of Marquis Chromie.

So you're the second son of a noble family," Oug thought.

This guy, I'm afraid, is not gathering manpower to seize the family fortune, after all, this kind of scandal is nothing new, especially since the title of Lord of Engodo can only be inherited by one person...

It's best not to get involved with people like that.

Og Kaixin," Og withdrew his hand and said in a voice only the two of them could hear.

He didn't really care about exposing his name to this outsider, since his name was clean at the moment.

He mainly wanted to show the surname Kaixin, which he deliberately revealed - Og wanted to know where his surname came from.

This nobleman from the outer city might have some news.

Of course, Og was not really trying to go home to his ancestors. He just wanted to find his family, get resources more easily, and then avenge his father!

He would use any chip he could get his hands on.

Are you an exiled noble?' Fuke asked, confused.

On this continent, commoners have no surnames, only given names.

The surnames of nobles, on the other hand, are divided into two types: prefixes and suffixes.

Putting the surname first is usually only done by royal and archduke families - although if you are a high-ranking professional, you can do it too.

It is said to be a custom that comes from the mysterious and distant East.

Of course, Fuko knows the truth.

It's not a custom that came from somewhere else... It's because the royal ancestors of the N'Golo came from the East!

It's just that their appearance is indistinguishable from that of the Yaks, due to long-standing intermarriage.

And noble families with a surname.

It's very common. As long as their ancestors were powerful, they can legally have a surname.

Ordinary civilians don't deliberately imitate a family name for no reason - it might provoke certain nobles and other civilians.

If you want to be special, make sure you have the capital to do so. If commoners find out by chance, they can easily be ostracised by their peers, which is why some disgraced exiled nobles drop their family names.

Something like that,

Og neither denied nor confirmed, just gave an ambiguous answer.

Listening to the answer, he also somehow understood that this outer city noble really didn't know.

If you have time, I'll buy you a drink at the tavern,' Fuke invited Og again.

The exchange of full family names often meant the establishment of diplomatic relations, an unwritten rule among nobles.

He felt that since Ogg was an exiled noble, he was qualified to be his friend, so he also softened his tone a bit.

I will be free tomorrow. Ogg saw the referee approaching out of the corner of his eye, and once again he answered in a lowered voice. This time he did not refuse, but he did not immediately agree either.

The main reason was that he did not want to suggest befriending an outsider in front of many nobles.

But he also did not want to offend people casually.

He didn't want to sell himself to his subordinates, but he could make friends.

It was better to have more friends than enemies, and that was his own bargaining chip.

He just didn't know what the young master's entourage would think of him.

It would probably be interesting.

My uncle and I are members of the Guild of Professionals. You can find me there. I'll be here all week, so just say your name when you arrive.

Feeling Ogg's reminder in a lowered voice, Fuke also glanced at the approaching referee and also understood that this was not the right place for a conversation.

After a few words in a low voice, he took the initiative and jumped from the two and a half metre high ring.

As a wizard's apprentice, strengthening the body with magic is also part of the compulsory curriculum, which is rather weak for a warrior-knight of the same level.

Congratulations to our foodie for successfully defending the ring! The approaching referee shouted as he took Ogg's hand.

The cheers for Ogg reached a crescendo with Focker's earlier move to jump off the platform.

The crowd could not hear the two men talking to each other, as Ogg did not shout this time.

So they just thought they were exchanging harsh words.

People from the Guild of Professionals... Maybe we can get in touch.

Ogg straightened his mask - he would have to put some effort into preparing a more elaborate face mask.

This mask is still too stiff and can be seen through.

Where is the rest of my half-bottle of restorative potion?' Oug asked as he stepped down from the stage - the stuff was worth at least half a gold coin.

He had deliberately left half a bottle, he didn't have that much money to waste.

Here it is,' the servant inwardly cursed the miser, but still respectfully handed the restorative potion to Oug.

Oug took the rest of the potion and put it casually into the bag he had put aside.

Then he touched his chest again, where the leather armour hid his greatest gain this time, the even more powerful meditation method, the 'Resurrection' meditation method.

Later, let's go to the black market and have a look... I have to work later.