The Return of the Genius Ranker’s Myth Warehouse - Chapter 299

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Chapter 299
Chapter 299
– The Grand Warrior Selection Tournament to determine the greatest warrior of the Great Desert! The finals are now being prepared!
At last, the final match of the tournament was being set up.
– The representative of the Sandclaw Tribe, who has ascended by striking down countless warriors with brilliant magic, now takes the stage!
Following the announcement, I stepped into the Tournament Arena first.
The Assassin Headquarters had been discovered, and four tribes in the Alliance had come under attack.
Yet even amid this ominous atmosphere.
“Wooooahhhhh!”
“This should be entertaining! What kind of brilliant magic will they show us this time?”
“I was tired of watching nothing but clashing blades, but thanks to the Sandclaw Tribe’s representative, this tournament has become exciting.”
“They say they’ve advanced without allowing a single attack against them so far?”
“Will they manage it again this time?”
“Let’s see what happens!”
The heat of the Colosseum remained intense.
Though I was an outsider, I had not allowed a single attack against me throughout the tournament, and by overwhelming my opponents with brilliant magic, I had accumulated quite a following.
My opponent, however.
– The representative of the Kalbaaram Tribe, which has consecutively produced the greatest warriors of the Great Desert, now takes the stage!
“Wooooahhhhhhh!”
“Kalbaaram! Kalbaaram! Kalbaaram! Kalbaaram!”
“Cut down this outsider with a single stroke!”
“We can’t allow a mere mage to run rampant any longer!”
“For the glory of the Desert!”
He was a warrior from the Kalbaaram Tribe.
As the announcement had indicated, the Kalbaaram Tribe was known to be a formidable force in the Great Desert.
They had many tournament victories to their name, and the warrior competing this time was said to be the strongest warrior the Kalbaaram Tribe had carefully selected.
As proof, the roar from the spectators the moment he appeared was tremendous.
Incomparable to the reception I had received.
“A pleasure to meet you. I am Nahak of the Kalbaaram Tribe.”
“Mir.”
“Your magic was quite impressive. Thanks to you, new energy has been breathed into the Grand Warrior Selection Tournament, which had grown stagnant.”
The representative of the Kalbaaram Tribe who had taken the stage.
Nahak spoke to me first.
The preamble was long, but the conclusion was.
“However, we cannot yield the position of Grand Warrior of the Desert to an outsider. I’m afraid you must step aside.”
No different from the others.
Simply put, the outsider should withdraw.
Well, I myself felt uncomfortable about winning the Grand Warrior Selection Tournament, as if I were using someone else’s spoon in their own home.
‘There’s no helping it.’
The reward for the Grand Warrior Selection Tournament.
I could not yield Luke’s scales.
Thus, ignoring Nahak’s provocation, I raised my palm and prepared my magic.
And not long after.
– The finals will now begin!
The moment the announcer’s voice echoed through the arena.
Thud!
Nahak kicked off the ground and rushed toward me with blinding speed.
I had heard that the Kalbaaram Tribe, true to their name, wielded the power of wind with exceptional skill.
Just as the rumors suggested, wind energy swirled around Nahak’s feet, propelling him forward at an extraordinary velocity.
Observing him thus.
– I activate the 5th Circle Lightning Magic, ‘Lightning Field’.
I formed an electrical zone as I always did.
Throughout the tournament, no warrior had ever evaded the electrical field I deployed, but Nahak was different.
He wrapped wind beneath his feet and lifted his body into the air.
A movement reminiscent of the martial arts technique of treading through the void.
At a perilously narrow margin, he cleared the electrical zone, and the current failed to touch Nahak’s feet.
Regardless, I proceeded as I always did.
– I activate the 5th Circle Fire Magic, ‘Fire Cannon’.
I unleashed the Fire Cannon.
A menacing fireball hurtled toward Nahak.
Yet Nahak countered it with remarkable simplicity.
The weapon he drew—a scimitar also used as a standard military blade in the Desert—was enveloped in a sharp wind befitting the tribe’s name.
As he swung his blade.
Whoosh!
– Waaaaaaah!
– It’s the Kalbaaram wind! The wind blade!
– Slice through that magic! Take down the Sage in one stroke!
The Fire Cannon was cleaved in two.
I could not help but be somewhat astonished at this.
I had anticipated he would prepare countermeasures, given that I had displayed such monotonous tactics thus far.
But to actually bisect a Fire Cannon with a sword strike—I had not foreseen that.
After all, this was 5th Circle magic, and I prided myself on having a fairly high intelligence stat.
I did not expect such magic to be neutralized in that manner.
Of course.
Sizzzzz—.
Cleaving the Fire Cannon had not been without cost.
The scimitar glowed red-hot, and Nahak’s expression twisted in pain from the intense heat.
Yet confidence blazed in Nahak’s eyes.
Clearly, he shared the same conviction as the Assassins’ assassins.
‘Once I close the distance, the Sage will have no means of defense.’
That’s surely what they thought.
I had no intention of changing their minds.
Instead, acting even more like a Sage, I deployed a defensive spell as Nahak approached.
Confidence flickered across Nahak’s face.
In his scimitar.
No—his entire body was wrapped in wind.
His form, now swift as the wind itself, bore down on me like a gust of air.
My shield spell, infused with considerable mana, tore like tissue paper.
Everyone watching—Nahak included—was certain.
That this meant Nahak’s victory.
With my final defense shattered, there was nothing left a Sage could do.
It was the exact same thought as the Dark Assassins who had ambushed me before.
And what happened next was too.
[ Sand King’s Scimitar ]
( Non-Tradeable )
Type: Sword
Grade: Legendary
Requirement: Level 550+, Sword Mastery Lv 55+
Description: A scimitar said to have been wielded by the Tyrant King of Sand, who once ruled all the deserts of the Continent.
It was perfectly identical to when the Dark Assassins had ambushed me.
Clang!
“Huh?”
I deflected Nahak’s blade.
His wind-wrapped form and sword.
It was certainly a powerful attack, but the moment he pierced through my shield thinking I was merely a Sage, an opening appeared—and striking through it, his blade twisted far too easily.
I hadn’t been pretending to be a Sage for nothing.
While I had practiced magic, my act as a Sage had caused everyone—both the Dark Assassins and Nahak—to reveal their openings, hadn’t it?
I turned toward the bewildered Nahak.
– Activating skill ‘Crimson Bloodclaw’.
Whoosh!
I swung the scimitar in a wide arc.
“Cough!”
Nahak spat blood and staggered backward.
The strike connected cleanly, but Nahak’s reaction was swift.
He had concentrated the wind that enhanced his speed for just an instant, minimizing the damage from my attack.
Well, even so, he’d only avoided a fatal blow.
The bleeding was severe enough that I expected him to collapse within moments.
“A scimitar? You were hiding a sword!”
Nahak spoke through gritted teeth, swallowing blood.
He seemed quite aggrieved at being caught off guard by the sudden blade strike.
And one more thing.
I could see him trying to recover from his wounds while pretending to converse.
Against such an opponent.
– I activate the Fifth Circle fire spell ‘Fire Cannon’.
I unleash the Fire Cannon.
Even facing critical injuries, Nahak remained composed, summoning the Kalbaaram winds and wielding his scimitar to cleave the Fire Cannon apart once more.
The instant he split the Fire Cannon.
Through that gap, the arrow I had released streaked toward Nahak’s heart with a brilliant flash.
[ Desert Hawk’s Arrow ]
( Non-tradeable )
Form : Arrow
Grade : Heroic
Thunk!
“Ugh! An… arrow?”
The arrow embedded itself in Nahak’s shoulder.
Someone of Nahak’s caliber would have understood.
Had I truly intended to strike with that arrow, it would have pierced his heart, not his shoulder.
Immediately after, I activated the White Fish Swimming skill and rushed forward, pressing the freshly drawn spear blade against the front of Nahak’s throat.
“…I concede defeat.”
– The victor! The Sandblade Clan Representative!
– Since the Grand Warrior selection tournament began, for the first time, an outsider who is not a Desert native has claimed the title of the Desert’s greatest Grand Warrior!
The tournament concluded with my victory.
The audience’s reactions were varied.
Many marveled at the twist—the one they thought was a Sage suddenly wielding a sword, and then revealing mastery of both bow and spear.
Some rejoiced that it was a magnificent battle that shattered convention after so long.
Yet others seethed at the fact that the Desert’s greatest Grand Warrior position had been stolen by this sudden outsider.
Regardless.
– Now, the Alliance Leader of the Golden Sand Tribe Alliance shall honor the tournament victor with the qualification of the Desert’s greatest Grand Warrior.
The awards ceremony continued.
The Alliance Leader emerged at the announcer’s call.
Accompanied by no fewer than four Grand Warriors, the Alliance Leader appeared so formidable that one might wonder if he himself was a Grand Warrior.
The Alliance Leader approached and stood before me, maintaining an expressionless face that revealed no emotion whatsoever.
Then, without even picking up a microphone, he unleashed a thunderous voice toward the spectators.
“The Desert has stagnated!”
Stagnated?
What did he suddenly mean by this?
As the spectators murmured among themselves, the Alliance Leader continued to roar like a lone lion.
“While the Empire of the Continent advances day by day and extends its reach in all directions! We have confined ourselves to the Desert, scorning outsiders and rejecting foreign culture!”
“As a result!”
A mere proclamation.
At that simple cry, the audience was completely overwhelmed by the Alliance Leader’s overwhelming presence.
“We have stagnated!”
“Look at this man!”
“While the Continent competes with one another, advancing magic and refining martial techniques! How stagnant and obsolete have we become! Is he not proof of this very truth!”
The Alliance Leader pointed at me as he shouted.
And I could understand.
What the Alliance Leader was trying to say.
“From this moment forth, I shall open the gates of our Desert!”
“We must accept outsiders and embrace foreign culture!”
“Otherwise, we shall continue to fall into decline!”
“I declare this tournament champion to be the catalyst and symbol of our reform!”
It felt similar to the Emperor of the Continent.
Just as the Emperor had used me to steer his policies in the direction he desired.
The Alliance Leader too was using me to unlock the gates of the insular Desert and open its pathways to the world.
It seemed I was continuously being used by those in power.
But what of it?
As long as I received proper compensation, that was all that mattered.
“I, the Alliance Leader of the Golden Sand Tribe Alliance and representative of the Sandclaw Tribe! Recognize Mir as the greatest Grand Warrior of the Desert!”
A Grand Warrior standing behind the Alliance Leader brought forward a treasure chest emblazoned with the symbol of the Golden Sand Tribe Alliance.
– Krrrr….
Luke’s reaction followed.
That reaction proved it.
What lay within that treasure chest.
Sure enough, as the Grand Warrior approached and opened the chest’s lid before me.
“Befitting the greatest Grand Warrior of the Desert! I present to you the magnificent scales of a great dragon!”
“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
[ Black Flame Dragon’s Dragon Scale ]
Form : ??
Grade : ??
Restriction : ??
Description : ??
The Black Flame Dragon’s dragon scale.
Luke’s black scale had revealed itself.

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