The System Awakens: Rise of the Champion-Chapter 71: Damian Vs Elfie

Damian held the [Spear of Torment] with both hands and looked at his opponent, a beautiful and bountiful elf.

She, too, held a long spear in her hand.

Damian smiled, briefly focusing on the spear she wielded, completely ignoring the waves of dark, foggy aura seeping from his own weapon.

The sinister energy wrapped around him, coating his body in a reddish-black aura.

"To obtain 10th rank in the power rankings, she must be quite skilled... This will be a great chance to assess the level of my spearmanship compared to hers."

As soon as the timer ran out, Damian didn’t hesitate for even a second.

He dashed forward at full speed without any enhancement from his elemental essence or the techniques he possessed.

Elfie Ayre Dathyra, the common elf, didn’t stand idly either.

She charged forward with her silver spear in hand.

Though she wasn’t as fast as Damian, she was still undeniably swift.

Damian closed the distance faster and swung his spear with both hands, using only a portion of his strength.

Elfie Ayre Dathyra saw the incoming attack and didn’t slow down.

Instead, she swung her own spear, clashing head-on with Damian’s weapon.

An intense metallic reverberation filled the air as waves of energy surged outward from the point of impact.

Gritting her teeth, Elfie Ayre Dathyra felt the raw strength behind Damian’s attack.

The veins on her beautiful face throbbed.

She had no illusions about winning against a monster who had defeated 190 people consecutively in the power rankings, yet she had hoped he might be at least somewhat exhausted.

But after feeling the sheer force behind his strike, she doubted he even had a stamina limit.

Damian smiled, impressed that the elf before him could withstand his blow, even though he hadn’t used much strength.

"You’re strong. I like that," he remarked, taking a step back to create momentum before slashing his spear from the opposite side.

Elfie Ayre Dathyra had no time to reply.

She twisted her body, pushing herself away just in time to narrowly dodge his attack.

Her breathing grew heavy.

She didn’t want to be anywhere near that spear.

It made her feel uneasy.

Just now, when it had almost touched her, she had felt a faint sensation, like something was trying to crawl beneath her skin.

"Just what is that spear...?" she gulped. "If that thing touches me... I have a very bad feeling about this. I need to stay on the offensive and break his defense before he gets a chance to retaliate."

She barely had a second to think through her plan before Damian came at her with full force.

"I have to go all out."

Elfie Ayre Dathyra’s green eyes suddenly glowed with a silvery-white hue, and an explosion of aura sent waves of energy outward.

She stood engulfed in what looked like silvery-white flames.

Then, in a burst of speed, she dashed forward, turning into a streak of light as she swung her spear, now coated in silvery-white energy.

Damian saw her figure flash toward him, but he didn’t stop.

He didn’t care to analyze the situation; he had always believed that the best defense was a relentless offense.

Without hesitation, he swung the [Spear of Torment] to meet her attack head-on.

Their weapons collided, with the dark aura of Damian’s spear clashing violently against the thick energy coating Elfie Ayre Dathyra’s spear.

The impact triggered a powerful explosion as waves of silvery-white energy surged in every direction.

Damian was sent flying backward.

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Damian was hurled backward into the wall by the sheer force of the intense surge of energy released from the attack aimed at him by the beautiful common elf.

A wave of excitement and uproar swept through everyone watching the battle in the arena, as well as those tuning in from various parts of the First Tower Realm via the system’s [Streaming Function].

"Is this it?"

"Did he finally reach his limit?"

"Damn, for a second, I really thought he would get to first place."

"I was excited for nothing..."

"It’s still a record-breaking feat that he made it this far."

Shiru heard all sorts of comments from the spectators, but she didn’t take them seriously.

For some reason, her intuition told her that Damian was not done just yet.

Elfie Ayre Dathyra didn’t waste a single second.

She dashed forward without canceling her movement technique, her figure blurring as she reappeared before Damian, striking at him once again with her energy-covered spear.

As soon as she appeared in front of him, she executed a vertical slash.

But unlike what she had expected, her spear didn’t strike Damian; instead, it collided with something metallic.

The elf’s eyes widened in shock.

She used every ounce of strength to dodge the incoming counterattack, leaping several meters back.

Damian stood up, revealing the aftermath of her previous attack.

His battle attire was torn to shreds, and his body was covered in burn wounds, even half of his face was scorched.

Yet, he showed no signs of pain, no reaction at all.

Elfie knew her power.

She knew how much damage her attack should have inflicted.

But seeing Damian stand there as if nothing had happened made her doubt her own abilities.

It wasn’t just her; the entire audience was in disbelief.

Just moments ago, they had been convinced that Damian had reached his limit, that he had no chance of winning.

Yet now, that very same person, whom they had written off, stood firm like an unbreakable rock.

Then Elfie witnessed something she would never forget for years to come.

The wounds caused by her full-powered holy strike began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What kind of bullshit healing ability is this...?" she muttered in shock.

"That wasn’t just any attack; it was imbued with holy power. Normally, wounds inflicted by holy energy require extensive healing potions and time. How is he recovering so fast?"

She couldn’t believe her eyes.

Narrowing them in focus, she activated her heightened elven senses, pouring all her energy into analyzing Damian to uncover the secret behind his rapid regeneration.

She knew Damian was just a mere human.

He shouldn’t have any natural self-healing or accelerated recovery unless he possessed a special healing-type ability.

Then, after a few moments of intense scrutiny, she finally detected a unique energy coursing through his entire being.

"Wood essence...? But how…?"

Her eyes widened in shock.

"Isn’t that an energy exclusive to dryads and dryad-like beings? How can he possess it?"

"Just what is this monster?"

While Elfie was grappling with the reality of Damian’s mysterious power, Damian himself was internally debating whether fighting this elf was even worth assessing his spearmanship.

Just then, a series of notifications appeared before his eyes.

[Your talent, [Boundless Refinement] is taking effect.]

[Your constitution, [Unyielding Warrior’s Physique] is taking effect.]

[Your resistance to Holy energy-based attacks has slightly increased.]

"Holy energy?" Damian narrowed his eyes at the elf. "So she has holy power… just like the Saintess?"

Looking down at his wounds, he noticed that unlike regular burns, these injuries hurt far more.

Faint traces of silvery-white energy were still creeping into his skin, slowing down his regeneration.

His body was forced to exert more energy to heal the damage caused by the holy power.

"Holy energy, huh? Should I extract it from her when I defeat her?" Damian pondered.

But after a few moments of thought, he dismissed the idea.

He was in the middle of a ranking battle.

If anything went wrong while attempting to merge holy energy into his own, he wouldn’t be able to continue fighting.

That would cost him the special rewards he would receive for securing first place without breaking his winning streak.

Even if he successfully absorbed the holy energy, the process would require time, time he couldn’t afford to waste.

With a reluctant sigh, he let go of the tempting idea, though his heart ached at the thought of passing up such a valuable power within arm’s reach.

"Let’s see how long she can hold out." Damian muttered as his own aura exploded, a thick blue energy flaring around him like flames.

He activated two techniques he had copied from the Heavenly Sword Demon.

[Heavenly Shadow Step: Movement Technique Activated.]

[Heavenly Tyrant’s Body: Body Strengthening Technique Activated.]

A dense layer of Qi enveloped his entire body, forming a protective layer like a second skin.

The pressure he emitted increased dramatically.

"He was still holding back?"

Elfie’s frustration boiled over.

She had believed she had forced the undefeated monster to his limits.

He was the highlight of the entire First Tower Realm, and she had thought she had at least pushed him to his breaking point.

But it seemed she was mistaken.

This monster had been hiding even more.

Damian’s figure vanished.

A blue streak of light flashed, leaving behind multiple afterimages, each seeming to chase the real one.

Elfie gritted her teeth and activated her own movement technique, turning into a streak of light as well.

Then, a battle of pure spear skills unfolded, continuing for more than fifteen minutes.

Waves of energy blasted in all directions each time their spears clashed.

The concentrated energy tore through everything in its path, leaving the battlefield riddled with spear scars created by Spear Qi and holy energy-infused attacks.

"How are you this strong?" Elfie gritted her teeth as she barely managed to deflect a spear thrown at her.

"That’s classified information," Damian replied casually, launching another barrage of spear strikes from all directions.

"This..." Elfie was at her limit.

No matter how much she tried to defend, she was never on the offensive.

She wasn’t faster.

She wasn’t stronger.

And most importantly—her spearmanship fell short compared to her opponent’s.

"Are you... are you a Grandmaster?" she asked, her voice shaky, her expression intense.

"No… just a Master," Damian said before unleashing another devastating attack.

[The Thousand Armor Impale: Spear Technique Activated.]

The Spear of Torment in his hands was enveloped in thick, raging Spear Qi.

"This is bad," Elfie realized, sensing the impending danger.

She poured every last drop of holy energy into a desperate defense.

Damian executed a rapid impaling gesture.

The moment the sharp tip of his spear shot forward, a massive, car-sized spear made of pure Spear Qi rocketed toward Elfie, accelerating at a terrifying speed.

Elfie did everything in her power to maintain her defense, but the sheer intensity of the attack overwhelmed her.

The same eerie sensation she had felt from his spear before now radiated from the incoming strike.

The spear pierced through the battlefield, colliding with Elfie.

A deafening explosion of energy erupted, sending shockwaves in all directions.

When the dust settled, Elfie was revealed.

Her armor cracked all over, a massive hole in her stomach, blood pouring from the wound like a broken pipe.

Blood dripped from her mouth and nose, yet unlike Damian’s previous opponents, she was still conscious.

"You’re more resilient than the others," Damian acknowledged as she began to fade into specks of light.

[The system judges that the Awakener ’Elfie’ is no longer in any condition to battle.]

[The Power Rankings have been updated.]

[The Awakener ’Infinity’ has obtained the 10th position in the Power Rankings.]