How come this arcanist is invincible?

Chapter 104 I want more money

Twin Ports, named for the confluence of two inland rivers, is dotted with ports of varying sizes.

Here, the size of the warehouse is a symbol of wealth and status.

More than twenty people had gathered on the open ground of the port, including various professions such as wanderers, knights-errant, and warriors.

Unlike the Nords, even the humans here are more slender, and their weapons appear more refined.

Sophia led Kane through the crowd and bumped into a short, stout half-elf merchant.

The merchant's gaze fell on Sophia, then he looked at Kane and spoke in a low voice:

"May I ask your name, sir of the Dark Brotherhood?"

Kane raised his hand and removed his hood, revealing the distinctive features of a pure-blooded drow elf, and said calmly, "Kane."

Upon seeing his appearance, a low gasp immediately rose from the crowd. The half-elf merchant was also taken aback, unable to hide the surprise on his face.

"This is Lord Cyril," Sophia was about to introduce him when Kane raised his hand to interrupt her.

"No need to introduce yourself."

Kane interrupted her, his voice flat.

He didn't want to waste any more words; he just wanted to complete the task, which was worth one skill point, as soon as possible and then leave.

Sophia nodded and fell silent. Cyril showed no dissatisfaction in his eyes; instead, he nodded in approval.

Those who can speak like that usually have some confidence.

Just then, a merchant dressed in an expensive silk robe spoke impatiently, "Can we begin?"

Cyril sneered, and the two stopped talking and the match began quickly.

According to the rules of underground duels, as long as someone can stay on the stage without being defeated, they win. Theoretically, it is not impossible for one person to defeat three others.

Kane chose to play in the third match, his eyes fixed on the field.

The human warriors of our team are locked in combat with the half-elf rangers on the opposite side.

Unlike the sword and shield or one-handed longsword commonly used by Nords, this warrior held a short sword in both hands.

The half-elf ranger, meanwhile, kept his distance by using arrows to keep the distance at bay.

The warrior kept dodging, looking for an opportunity to close the distance. After several clashes, the two finally engaged in a close fight, with the scimitar clashing against the short sword.

Kane frowned slightly.

Although both sides' moves were fluid, they lacked any killing intent and even seemed...overly cautious.

No wonder the Nords often mocked the fighting style of the Susas Elven Court as being like a performance—this kind of fighting style, so afraid of getting hurt even a little bit, left him speechless.

Many times, the warrior could have risked a minor injury to cripple the ranger, but he always chose to evade the challenge.

With a soft "bang," a shallow cut appeared on the soldier's arm.

He immediately jumped back and raised his hands, saying, "I surrender."

The wandering knights seemed somewhat taken aback.

Cyril frowned and gestured for one of his rangers to enter the fray.

The second match ended even faster—the swordsman only exchanged two blows before deliberately letting an arrow graze his arm, then clutching his injury and admitting defeat.

Kane understood.

The merchant on the other side had clearly bribed the two people on his side, resulting in a lose-lose situation.

Cyril turned to Kane with a grim expression and lowered his voice:

"Sir... could you please win the next three matches? I'll double the reward—one hundred gold coins, in full."

Kane looked at the three people opposite him:

A half-elf ranger, a human wanderer, and a human bard.

They were all first-tier professionals, so even if the three of them attacked together, they would not pose a threat to him.

At this moment, the merchant opposite strolled over with a smile, his eyes scanning Kane as if he were appraising a piece of merchandise.

He cleared his throat, his tone tentative:

"My lord Drow... would you be willing to spend the night with my daughter? I am willing to offer ten gold coins as a reward."

Cyril was taken aback at first, then flew into a rage:

"Donovan! You swindler! This is a pure-blooded elf! Ten gold coins? It's worth at least fifty!"

Donovan, forcing a smile, argued, "Pure-blooded drow... drows aren't high elves after all; fifty is the price for high elves!"

The scene suddenly became absurd.

What was originally a competition fraught with hidden schemes turned into a farcical bargaining game between the two.

Kane's lips twitched slightly.

He now understood what the Nords meant by "the Susasian elves are all sissies"—the intrigues and schemes here all reeked of petty calculation.

Cyril was angry for a moment, but then he actually started to make his own calculations. The other party, on the other hand, seemed convinced that as long as the price was right, this drow would not refuse.

Sophia stood by, somewhat speechless. She whispered to Kane, "Sir, this is your first task... If you wish to withdraw, I will refund your deposit."

Kane shook his head as he thought of that one skill point.

He looked at Cyril: "If I win, the prize money will be tripled. Promise me, and I'll continue playing."

Cyril paused, then gritted his teeth and said, "Fine!"

Donovan's face immediately turned grim. The three men opposite him also gripped their weapons tightly.

Kane walked to the center of the field and calmly said to the three opponents, "Come at me all at once."

If he's still holding back against three Tier 1 opponents, he might as well just leave. Besides, he hasn't even really used his enchanted gear yet.

Sophia knew Kane was a Tier 2, so she wasn't worried.

Cyril was about to warn him to be careful when Donovan preemptively shouted, "Alright! Let's do it!"

Before he could finish speaking, an arrow pierced the air.

Kane sidestepped easily, dodging the arrow with ease, and with a swift swing of his scimitar, he cleaved it in two with a clang.

"Susas Military Scimitar Technique!"

The half-elf ranger opposite him gasped in surprise, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes, and he subconsciously took a half-step back.

As Kane approached, the human wanderer immediately drew his sword to meet him, slashing out with a sharp arc.

Kane narrowed his eyes, twisted his wrist, and engaged in a fierce fight with his opponent.

Just as the warriors beside him were about to rush forward, Kane quietly chanted an incantation, activating the enchantment on his ring—the magic spell "Mind's Edge".

Ordinary soldiers, whose intelligence is already low, were momentarily stunned by the trick.

At the same time, Kane activated the enchantment on his scimitar—an enchanted piece of equipment he had brought from the cavern, imbued with the first-circle spell "Fear."

The wanderer opposite paused for a moment, a hint of fear flashing across his face, and his movements slowed by half a beat.

That's the opening!

Kane slammed his elbow into the wanderer's chest.

The latter groaned, spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew backward.

The soldier finally came to his senses and was about to make a move when Kane was even faster, kicking him hard in the stomach.

The soldier was in so much pain that he curled up on the ground and could no longer move.

The remaining half-elf rangers, seeing Kane's icy gaze sweep over them, turned deathly pale, immediately dropped their bows and arrows, raised their hands, and shouted, "I surrender!"

From beginning to end, it only takes a few dozen breaths.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Cyril was taken aback at first, then his face lit up with ecstasy.

Donovan's face turned ashen. He glared fiercely at the three hired professionals, then turned and left...