Supreme Magus novel Chapter 467

"I accept." Xolver replied. "Yet I’m no match for my opponent, so I request for a champion."

"I knew the Night Court’s members are just overgrown ticks, but since when do you even accept cowards among your ranks?" Inxialot hadn’t tricked Lith on purpose. In his mind, running away from a challenge was something unthinkable.

His words wiped the smile off their faces, while Lith’s mind finally connected the dots.

"Wait, does a fight between peers means ’of the same rank in the Court’ or ’of equal strength’?" He asked.

"The latter, of course." Sylla replied with a wolfish smile. "You should have asked for my help. He who lives alone dies alone. You have no friends here and you knew it."

"Bah, don’t worry, kid." Inxialot sneered. "Awakened ones are the strongest race after Liches. Everything else is trash."

"When will the fight take place?" Lith asked while using Invigoration to return to his peak condition.

"As soon as the arena is ready, and unless someone wants to die by my hand, it will happen within the next few minutes." Inxialot struck the ground with his silver staff, causing the whole room to shake.

While Sylla and Kaelan shouted orders in their respective communication amulets, Lith started to cast what he had always considered the most useless of all the trump cards at his disposal.

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Unknown location. Underground dungeon of the master of the meat puppets.

Krishna Manohar had long come to terms with inferior minds having no originality. When he regained his senses, he didn’t need to look at himself to know that his arms had been amputated.

The Professor knew his body so well that he noticed how his balance was all over the place the moment he opened his eyes. His waist was chained to the wall, and so were his legs.

The room he was trapped in was a marvel in its intricacy. The walls and floor were made of metal, the air was kept thin and dry to the point he kept yawning for oxygen.

’Well, at least this is new. Usually, they just break up my arms. Someone here is very paranoid. I can understand why they took my hands off, but what is this room for?’ He thought.

Unlike the master of the mansion, Manohar was unaware of Awakened ones’ existence, so the design of the cell made no sense to him. An Awakened wouldn’t need their mouth or hands to cast, so the metal served to make it impossible to use earth magic, while the dry air blocked fire, air, and water magic.

With no humidity, there was no water to manipulate, while fire would quickly burn the low oxygen content of the room and make the prisoner faint.

Manohar was still dizzy from all the lightning bolts which had struck him a few hours earlier. With no hands, he had to use first magic to treat his minor wounds and the symptoms from the amputation.

When the pain stopped hindering Manohar’s mind, he continued using first magic while studying the restraints trapping him. As he expected, they weren’t regular chains.

Even if he was unfamiliar with their design, the Professor could feel enough mana coming from them to support multiple enchantments.

"This may take a while." He sighed.

"Awake already? It’s not only your mind to be amazing. For a human, of course." Said a familiar feminine voice while opening the cell door.