Supreme Magus novel Chapter 985

Chapter 985 Struggle for Power Part 1

’Once I would have been forced to wear a goddamn shirt with the risk of my sleeves getting grabbed. This thing Lith calls a "sports bra" is really useful.’ Jirni appreciated her tank top while fixing her blonde hair into a small bun.

The skin-tight combat gear emphasized her hourglass figure, making even her opponent swallow a few times. Jirni’s diminutive stature made her curves stand out and her husband wish he could murder everyone in the room.

"You both know the rules." King Meron conjured the First Blood array, that would paralyze those within its premises the moment one of them bled.

"The victory belongs to the person who manages the injure the opponent first or pins them to the ground. Fight fairly and remember that the honor of your households is at stake. Begin."

Both contestants assumed a combat stance, but didn’t move from their respective starting point. Jirni was wary of Irehein’s long limbs and him of her counters.

"I’m sorry to meet you under such circumstances, Lady Ernas. I always respected both you and your husband." Irehein said while shifting his body weight in several feints without taking a single step.

"Sweet words coming from someone who sided with our enemies." Jirni, instead, remained still as the surface of a lake.

"No one ever got rich being nice." Irehein shrugged, using the motion to hide the change of his stance that would otherwise signal his strategy.

On paper, Jirni was an easy mark. Shorter, lighter, older, and with slower reflexes than him. All Irehein needed to do was to hit her once while making sure she wouldn’t scratch him with her nails.

He was aware of Jirni’s craftiness and how the rules of the challenge gave her an edge he couldn’t afford to overlook. Irehein focused on her shoulders to anticipate the movement of Jirni’s arms and with it her footwork.

A veteran like Jirni would always prepare both her attack and defense before moving, something that Irehein could use as a road map to victory. Yet she remained motionless while he charged forward, keeping her guard neutral as if she was focusing solely on the defense.

"Slow." Jirni sidestepped the split-second before his arms reached her own, using the momentum to spin faster and kick Irehein’s left calf with all of her strength.

Unlike other kinds of kicks, hits on the calf instantly caused great amounts of damage and pain, making even a man as big as Irehein stumble during his charge and sending him to slam against the barrier that separated the fighters from the spectators.

"Clumsy." While Irehein was forced to use his hands to not hit the barrier head-first, risking a nosebleed, and his left leg was still partially numb, Jirni kicked his calf again in the exact same spot, forcing him to kneel.

"Unprepared." She struck at the back of Irehein’s head with a knife-hand, severing his spine and leaving him paralyzed from the neck down.

Irehein fell onto the ground like a stringless puppet, screaming at the top of his lungs in fear. He felt no pain but he was perfectly aware that unless a rejuvenator cured him, that kind of injury might require months of therapy to heal.

"Maybe no one ever got rich being nice, but you should have known that biting my husband’s hand and now mine would have consequences." Jirni ignored his screams and stood at the center of the array in defiance.

"Anyone else?" She looked at her opponents in the eyes, making sure that they got the second part of her message that said: "If you come at me hiding behind the law, I’ll use it to my advantage to crush you."

"Lord Irehein, the fight isn’t over unless you bleed or surrender." The Queen replied to the man’s plea for help the only way she could.