Transmigrated as a Ghost

Literally being disarmed, Marcus watched as his arm and scythe went flying away from as Quillon landed an attack he could not block.

‘Radiance Scales.’

Seeing Quillon switch his stance and prepare for another attack, Marcus used one of his best defensive spells in preparation for the incoming strike.

‘Sword Savant Style Sixth Form, Unstoppable Thrust.’

Stabbing his sword forward with immense force Quillon began shredding through Marcus’ defenses.

Yet right before he was going to pierce through him, Lyra appeared from behind and grabbed ahold of Marcus, before switching places with another one of her clones.

Being pierced right through this clone evaporated into a blue mist, but it had served its purpose by allowing Lyra to bring Marcus to safety.

Now the two of them stood eighty feet away from Quillon who was pretty beat up and exhausted already.

Of course, neither Marcus nor Lyra were in perfect condition, but they were still far better off than Quillon who had been taking heavily blow after heavy blow since the battle started.

‘Luminous Prison’_.

Aiming to keep Quillon in place for a moment, Marcus created a massive cell made of light around Quillon and expanded its area so that he had nowhere to escape too.

Even if he wanted to, he could not try to run away as Lyra was keeping him on a short leash with her Fight to the Finish unique skill.

With his spell taking full effect, Quillon was sectioned off. Being trapped inside the luminous prison, while Marcus and Lyra who were just outside of the spell’s area.

Naturally Quillon was not going to take this sitting down and began attacking the cell made of light that had trapped him.

Still, this gave Marcus enough time to cast his persistent healing spell on Lyra to boost her recover, and at the same time used his spirit healing along with his high-speed regeneration to bring his severed arm back in a matter of seconds.

Now the two of them were practically back in peak condition other than the stamina and mana they had used during this battle.

‘Ten Greatest Techniques, Tranquility.’

Slowly stabbing his sword into the ground Quillon once again used his supreme skill and the area around him became eerily calm.

A moment later a wave of energy flowed out from around Quillon, and Marcus’ Luminous prison began to fade. Except not only that, but the other spells he had cast on himself and Lyra began to break apart as well.

But the most surprising effect of this ability was that it forced Lyra to revert back to her normal state canceling her transformation and ended her unique skill that was tethering them all together.

In fact, every skill or magic that was in effect within eh entire area began to break down and fade away other Marcus’ Embodiment of Eclipse.

His supreme skill was the only thing strong enough to resist Quillon’s own.

Walking forward, Marcus smiled at Quillon and said, “That was impressive. You never used that one in our previous match.”

“Yeah, well by the time I thought about it, I had already merged with Aerial, and it would have knocked me out of my spirit assimilation. Still, it looks like it was pretty effective this time.” Quillon said with a smirk.

He was enjoying this battle that had been incredibly uphill which he was not accustomed to.

“Now how about we finish this. Last time we clashed with everything each of had, so how about we see how it ends this time?” Marcus said as he brought his scythe back to his hand.

Nodding his head, Quillon agreed to Marcus’ proposal and raised his sword above his head.

‘Lyra if you would not mind keeping Mrazivý safe. And if I lose make sure to finish Quillon off for me.’

After telling this to Lyra, Marcus gripped his scythe with both hands and held it to his side as he collected all of his power around him.

At the same time Quillon began shimmering with mana as he prepared to use his strongest attack.

The ground began to tremble and crack as these two brought their power up to its peak and reached their limits.

‘Eclipse meteor.’

‘First Form Typhoon Fang. Ten Greatest Techniques, Final Slash.’

Launching at each other, Marcus and Quillon used the same finishing attacks they had during the tournament wanting to see who would come out on top this time.

As they impacted against each other, Marcus and Quillon pushed back against each other as they used their full might to try and come out victorious.

BOOM!

Reaching a critical point where there two ultimate attacks became unstable as they fought, a massive explosion of mana, light, and darkness encompassed the entire area.

Even the powerful barrier that had been set up in advance for them to have their match began to crack under the strain, and Lyra had to exit to protect herself and Mrazivý.

When the smoke and dust cleared the entire training ground that was once pristine was now just a large crater, and on either side was Marcus and Quillon flat on their backs after being caught up in the explosion of their own powers.

‘Crap are they okay.’

Rushing back into the training ground, Lyra went right up to Marcus who was now missing both of his legs, and about twenty percent of his right side.

He was currently leaking a huge amount of gray mist which was the essence of his soul.

However, as Lyra approach he just said, “I won. Now go help Quillon before he kicks the bucket.”

Hesitating for a bit, Lyra was not sure what Marcus meant when he said he had won, or why he was trying to get her to help Quillon first when he was in terrible rough shape.

Nevertheless when she glanced over at Quillon, she noticed that he was indeed in worse condition than Marcus with a huge hole in his torso, and his left side practically being sheared off.

Taking off towards Quillon, Lyra pulled out a lesser elixir that she kept on her for emergencies and prepared to administer it to him.

But before she got there, Aerial who had been watching from the sidelines appeared next to Quillon and began enveloping him a soft glowing wind that started healing him.

When Lyra arrived, Aerial held out her small hands, and said, “Hand that to me. It will be more effective if I use it.”

Nodding her head, Lyra handed over the powerful potion to Aerial, and watched as the contents began to lift up out of the vial and fly towards Quillon.

A mist created from Aerial’s wind and the lesser elixir soon engulfed Quillon and began fixing his worst injuries and making sure that he would not die.

While this was going on Mrazivý limped her way slowly over to Marcus, having recovered just enough to make her way over to him.

“You two really are idiots. This was just a practice match, and you still went so far that you nearly killed each other.” Mrazivý said to Marcus as she sat down in front of him.

She then pulled his head up and laid it in her lap, while putting her left hand over his chest.

Immediately the engagement ring he had given her began glowing. Then using the fragment of Marcus’ soul Mrazivý activated his spirit healing specter power and began restoring his broken form.