I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax - Chapter 315

Chapter 315: Chapter315-Counterattack!
John unleashed a barrage of skills directly at Victor!

Light Sword Rain!

Thorn Wrap!

Fire Meteor!

One skill after another exploded on the ground, leaving large craters in the arena floor.

Victor, enraged, couldn’t comprehend how this person had managed to entangle him for so long, wasting so much time.

Victor charged straight through John’s barrage of skills without any defense.

Boom, boom, boom!

Each skill detonated upon him, leaving his flesh mangled.

42379!

John was astonished to see the damage numbers appearing from his skills impacting Victor, far surpassing his expectations.

He understood well that despite the level suppression between him and Victor, and even with Victor’s defensive measures, the damage should not be this low.

Normally, after inflicting such damage, an opponent would be unable to continue resisting.

Yet, this situation was completely different from what he had imagined.

Victor’s eyes had turned completely red, as if they could burst into flames at any moment.

Meanwhile, John, gritting his teeth and without hesitation, launched another rapid series of skills towards Victor.

Boom, boom, boom!

The arena echoed with the sound of explosions.

Everyone was on edge, eyes glued to the scene, afraid to miss even the smallest detail.

John’s breathing grew more rapid.

He realized that after using just five or six skills, his MP was nearly depleted.

Fortunately, he had the Spring of Soul, allowing his MP to recover at a considerable rate; otherwise, he would be facing certain death.

“The challenger has used so many skills now, and it looks like his MP is almost drained. What will happen next?”

“Let’s wait and see, but I believe everyone is rooting for the Immortal Messenger, right?”

The crowd erupted in cheers.

They all wanted to know who would emerge victorious, but many shared the same sentiment: regardless of the outcome, this had already been an exhilarating match.

They could find satisfaction in either a thrilling battle or a gruesome spectacle.

They screamed and shouted, eager to see everything come to a climactic end.

Victor, without hesitation, increased the frequency of his attacks!

John felt the compressive force in the air returning.

If he lost focus for even a moment, that pressure would overwhelm him entirely.

He couldn’t afford to drag this out any longer; it would do him no good and risk exposing his trump card.

Although he didn’t care much about keeping secrets, he preferred not to reveal his ace too early.

He needed to end this quickly.

Everyone was eagerly anticipating the moment when John’s MP would be fully depleted, expecting the Immortal Messenger to then tear him apart.

But they soon realized something was off.

Why was this man still able to cast spells?

How could he continue to unleash skill after skill?

What was going on?

The crowd began to murmur among themselves, realizing that John was not as simple as they had thought.

He was still capable of launching skill attacks, showing no signs of exhaustion.

Meanwhile, Victor’s face was starting to pale, as if he were on the verge of collapsing.

Everyone was on edge.

No way, could it be?

Could Victor actually lose here?

If that were to happen, all the money they had bet would be lost.

Victor was clearly heavily injured, his face and body covered in wounds and blood.

Such injuries would have brought a normal person to their knees, but Victor seemed impervious to pain.

With an icy expression, he crushed the serpents that ceaselessly circled him, as if they were of no consequence.

He appeared unfazed, neither feeling pain nor fatigue.

John watched in horror as Victor, showing no signs of weariness, charged at him.

He tried to retreat, but it was too late.

Victor’s hand shot toward John’s neck.

John used all his strength to dodge, but his left hand was caught by Victor’s grip.

In an instant, an unbearable pain spread from his left hand throughout his body.

Crack!

John distinctly heard the sound of his bones being crushed.

Even his muscles were deformed under the intense pressure.

He gasped in pain and instinctively tried to move to the side, but he quickly realized Victor’s other hand was reaching for his head.

He had no means to resist unless he sacrificed his hand.

Just then, a serpent rose from the ground, its tail whipping fiercely towards Victor.

If Victor didn’t retreat, they would both be doomed to mutual destruction.

In the private box, Silver Tear’s heart was in her throat.

She bit her lip so hard it was bleeding.

She knew she should trust John, but she couldn’t help worrying.

Everyone was well aware of the captain’s strength, and John facing the captain had no chance of victory.

The fact that he had held out this long was already remarkable.

But if they couldn’t win, all their previous efforts would be in vain.

The spectators’ eyes were wide open, fixated on the serpent’s tail.

It seemed like both a second and an eternity had passed, and everyone felt their hearts pounding in their chests.

Would the serpent’s tail strike first, or would Victor dodge?

John gritted his teeth; he was betting on this.

He bet that Victor would retreat, so he wouldn’t have to use his secret realm.

The secret realm was his last resort, and he didn’t want to reveal it now.

So, he was gambling with his life.

Victor’s hands were inches away from John’s head, but at the last second, he pulled back.

Boom!

Victor clenched his fist and struck the serpent’s tail, shattering it into pieces instantly.

But this gave John a chance to escape!

He kicked Victor in the waist, causing him to stagger backward.

Seizing the opportunity, John swiftly darted away.

He realized that his hand was now completely useless, effectively rendering him one-handed in this fight.

It would require later medical treatment to fully recover.

The gap between him and Victor was already substantial, and losing the use of one hand was a significant disadvantage.

The audience sighed in disappointment.

No one could believe that John had managed to escape what seemed like certain death.

Some began to sigh in frustration, while others continued to shout Victor’s name, urging him to finish the challenger quickly.

However, some had started to realize that this challenger was not as simple as they had initially thought.

It seemed that John was proving to be much more difficult to deal with than they had anticipated.