Transmigrated as a Ghost

‘It looks like Mraz has nearly wrapped things up with her opponent. I suppose that I need to pick up the pace and finish off Igna.’ Marcus thought, seeing Zilre begin frozen in a massive block of ice by Mrazivý’s frost breath.

Igna was bleeding from several wounds that Marcus had inflicted on her, and her breath was ragged.

While her sister was tough and powerful, her strengths came from speed and deftness. Her normal fighting style was to maneuver around her opponents and hit them in their weak spots, but this was not something she could accomplish against Marcus.

He was able to perfectly counter one of her most powerful abilities in being able to turn intangible and invisible, and her speed meant nothing to him.

Utilizing his two movement type unique skills Marcus was the one that was controlling the area and forcing Igna to move as he pleased.

Marcus had surrounded the area around them with Dark Portals and was constantly using his Light Speed Movement to reposition around faster than Igna could keep up with. All Igna could do was protect vital areas whenever Marcus attacked and hope to hold out until she could make a counterattack.

Eventually Marcus found a perfect opening, and appearing out of one of the Dark Portals jammed his scythe into the joint of Igna’s armor behind her right knee.

He pieced all the way through and nearly severed her leg with this attack.

Yet when he prepared to move away, he found that Igna had reached around and jammed her blade claws into his wrist and was gripping ahold of him.

Surprise was all over Marcus’ face as this happened. He had not figured that Igna would be able to react fast enough to grab him like this. Her attack had been perfectly timed with his, as if she knew what he was going to do before he did it.

This was not entirely what happened but fairly close. Igna had realized she needed to take a huge risk if she wanted to catch Marcus and had created an opening that was too good to pass up. She had anticipated Marcus would attack her in the exposed joint and was prepared to grab him when he did.

Igna, now having Marcus locked down, struck out with her other blade claw and aimed directly for his neck.

If Marcus was a flesh and blood entity this attack very likely would have killed him if it connected. Of course, as a very powerful ghost he would have survived even having his head separated from his body, but the attack never even reached him.

At the last moment, Marcus’ spectral arm appeared in front of him and gripped tightly against Igna’s forearm.

A loud cracking sound followed and Igna grunted in pain as her forearm was crushed.

Marcus then felt the control over her spiritual energy falter, and he turned his caught arm intangible and pulled it away.

“Vorpal Fang.”

Holding his scythe high, Marcus channeled a truly staggering amount of mana into it until the adamantine weapon had reached its limit.

His attack skill ready, Marcus slashed across Igna’s torso and cut through her armor and stomach.

Blood began pouring out of the wound and Igna collapsed down onto her knees and barely kept herself from falling over completely. She now had two unusable limbs and a horrible wound in her stomach.

“Do you yield?” Marcus asked, placing the blade of his scythe up against Igna’s neck.

“I give.” Igna replied, her head lowered, and her teeth gritted.

The announcement that Igna had been defeated and was no longer able to participate came a moment later, and now it was only Zilre who was left.

‘Though, it looks like that will be finished soon enough.’ Marcus thought, turning his attention towards Mrazivý.

The ice she had frozen her opponent in was beginning to crack, and after being trapped for around eight seconds, Zilre broke free.

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‘Heaven’s Rending.’

With an overwhelming amount of force, Mrazivý swung her sword and sliced into Zilre’s giant body.

Boiling blood flew off of Zilre as Mrazivý inflicted deep wounds on her.

It was not until the last motion of Mrazivý’s attack that Zilre was able to catch her blade with her club, and by then she was already horribly injured.

“GAHHHHH!” Zilre screamed. Pushing down with all her might in a last-ditch effort to crush Mrazivý.

Her club slowly began to push back Mrazivý’s sword until it was almost up against her face, and Zilre felt that she would be able to win.

“CRUNCH!”

Once the club had gotten closer to her face just as she had planned, Mrazivý opened her mouth and sunk her teeth into the adamantine weapon.

Normally this would have seemed like the most idiotic thing a person could do, and their teeth would have shattered against the adamantine. But in contrast to common sense, Mrazivý’s teeth sunk into the blazing club.

The magma and immense heat around the club began to dissipate as the near absolute zero cold coming out of Mrazivý’s mouth wrapped around it.

Going from extremely hot to blisteringly cold in less than a second, even the magically enchanted adamantine could not hold out, and with one last chomp on it, Mrazivý bit right through the weapon.

Zilre went wide eyed while watching her prized weapon get ripped apart by Mrazivý’s teeth, and she was wholly unprepared to react to the next attack coming her way.

Mrazivý’s Mercurial Ice wrapped itself around Zilre to hold her in place. Then Mrazivý lifted her right foot up and kicked as hard as she could into Zilre’s face.

This final blow broke Zilre’s nose and jaw, and finally incapacitated her.

After losing consciousness, Zilre’s body began to shirk down as her awakened form reverted back to how she looked normally.

“Both Zilre and Igna are unable to continue fighting! The winners are the guests and representatives for the Eazim Clan, Marcus and Mrazivý!”