Arena Duel (8)

The merchant felt sour. He was losing the advantage that he had built on. The enemy in front of him was so strong.

Auron had fought against two other enemies before him, but he still had 50% of his health left. It was a fantastic thing to do. Moreover, Auron was a mage.

The merchant shook his head. He didn't want these things to pollute his mind. He had defeated more than fifty mages throughout his entire time working as the test examiner here.

He thought that although this mage was a little bit proficient in battling in close combat, but in the end, a mage was a mage. Moreover, the mage had a lower level than him.

The merchant raised his hammer again. He had to win no matter what. A second later, he shoves his left hands inside the small bag. He took out two bottles of potions.

One had a white-colored liquid inside, while the other one had a purple-colored liquid. He threw the purple-colored potion towards Auron.