Weapon seller in the world of magic

The following day;

The entire sect gathered in the grand coliseum, and their excitement was obvious. This was the battle they had been waiting for.

On one side is Lan Xia, one with a princess title and one of the two heiresses of the Ancient Lan clan. She is also the pride of the sect. Whether it is her grace, her battle techniques, or her ice element, everyone just feels proud of her. She is like a goddess of the clan.

However, on the other hand, it is Mark/Lan Zhen, the rising star of the Clan, the great-grandson of the sect leader/clan head, Lan Yujin. His fame is completely the opposite of hers.

On the first day he arrived, he offended his own clan elders. And then in the first week, he charmed Lan Xia with some tricks, made her follow him like a puppy. Then, in the tournament, he either used simple fists and kicks or this weird artifact, the anti-matter gun, to make it to the finals. He offended the proctor, he offended an inner sect disciple like Lan Wenshua, and He offended the prince of the empire. Most importantly, he is cruel, torturing those two in front of many eyes. He is basically a devil.

So, for the majority of the spectators, this is a battle between the goddess and the devil.

The moment he entered the arena, the boos were already filled all over. He didn't know who started it but the boos aren't coming from any certain section of the audience. It was like the entire sect was standing against him. Of course, among them, there were a few supporters who liked his guts, rebellious attitude, and found his defiance cooler.

Anyways, the two finalists are here in the arena, covered by a clear barrier so that no attacks accidentally affect the spectators.

Mark stood on one side of the arena, maintaining a calm expression. Opposite him, Lan Xia exuded an icy confidence with her aura crackling with power. She seemed emotionless, but those with high-ranking cultivation and super eyesight could see that Lan Xia seemed a bit anxious.

The sunlight caught the edge of her blade as she drew it, her stance poised and lethal.

The sect master, Lan Yujin, sat in the highest seat, watching with an unreadable expression. Elders and disciples alike held their breath.

The Proctor was changed for the final battle. Elder Yuxuan, the other clan heiress and the god realm expert herself, also a grand elder of the sect, volunteered for this position.

*Began*

The battle began with her voice reverberating all over the arena.

Lan Xia struck first, vanishing in a blur.

She flew high into the sky while her fingers formed a seal. Dozens of ice lances materialized in the air, and she stopped around 150 meters high from the ground.

Meanwhile, Mark calmly raised his hand. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned his Anti-matter gun, his soul weapon.

With a motion of her hand, she shot the ice lances at him, raining them down all at once. Without looking at the result, once she fired, she proceeded with her next attack already, not intending to give him a chance to counterattack.

Looking at the ice lances, Mark smiled, "Well, that's a mistake. One or a hundred, it wouldn't matter, because all of that is made of matter."

*Bang*

He clicked on the trigger, shooting an anti-matter bullet.

The moment the bullet struck one of the lances, the anti-matter energy was released and came into contact with the matter. It exploded, releasing its energy widely. The chain reaction caused all of those ice lances to explode into energy.

However, when they were exploded, the mass of energy didn't dissipate. Shockingly, it transformed into a mist cloud.

"Go." Then a word was heard above the mist cloud.

The mist cloud was pushed to the ground and expanded all over the field, minimizing Mark's naked vision.

Mark heightened his vision, scanning his surroundings with his senses. He didn't take Ark's help to find her location. He wanted to do it on his own.

But he only found her when Lan Xia was already behind him with her sword aiming for his back.

Mark twisted at the last second, blocking her blade with his gun. Sparks flew as they clashed, their weapons locked for a breathless moment before they separated.

She smirked. "You are fast."

"No, you are too slow," Mark replied with a shrug. "I have a high opinion of you. Don't disappoint me and fight me at your full strength, Sister Xia."

Lan Xia's smirk deepened by his comment. "Alright, I will stop holding back. Get ready."

In an instant, a monstrous surge of energy erupted from her body. The ground beneath her shattered as her Immortal realm cultivation was fully unleashed.

She then shot forward, several times faster than sound, closing the gap between them in an instant. She momentarily freed her sword, which floated in the air, while she threw her fist at his face. Mark, taken aback by her movement, crossed his arms and barely blocked. "There are two ways to deal with you, Lan Zhen. One, from a far distance, and two, close combat."

She kept on throwing high-speed punches while Mark tried his best to only back up. However, for every exchange, Mark was being pushed back. His arms are getting bruised, and pain is spreading all across his body.

"Ark, what's happening? I shouldn't feel pain at this level of attack. I had a 99% Damage reduction spell on me." He became confused.

*Ding! Master, the passive skill is being restricted by the aura in the mist.

The AI replied to him. Mark realized now why. It is her bloodline's power. "Hmpf, no wonder you spread this mist all over the arena, Sister Xia. Its main reason is not for blinding my vision, after all." Mark commented, a smile creeping to his lips as he was impressed by her idea.

Continuing to press her assault with rapid punches, she replied with a smirk. "Well, you figured it out. My Frost Dragon bloodline has the power to restrict the bloodlines of others. But that also means I cannot use my bloodline powers either. So, we can only use the power of artifacts and sect cultivation techniques."

"Bloodline restriction?"