Taking the Mafia to the Magic World - Chapter 953 First fight in Anicane

Chapter 953  First fight in Anicane

Two days after being introduced to medicine by going to the Medicine Center for the first time, Vicente returned to the Combat Center to continue his journey to become a warrior fit for Anicane.

Today, he would have his first fight since arriving in Light Cay! n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

He woke up eagerly, putting aside his experiences in the Medicine Center and Forge Center over the last two days, where he was focused on just learning new theories for the time being.

Right after eating out, he rushed to the Combat Center, in one of the corners of the Ravengarde core.

In this part of the city accessible to Vicente, no vehicles were allowed above the area, a contrast to the remaining reality of the city. However, this was clear from the activity carried out there.

The Combat Center differed greatly from what one would imagine at first glance. Instead of a large building in the shape of an arena, as might expect, the place was a vast area with almost no buildings, similar to the training centers of soccer teams on Earth.

Apart from a small building housing the library, places for study and meetings for the Center’s members, almost the entire area comprised special fields, some with grass, others with other types of terrain.

There was even a training ground, which was a large swimming pool the size of a soccer pitch and 33 meters deep, where underwater battles could be fought.

Such a place for training and fighting was not for beginners like Vicente, so the site of his first fight was just a modest field in one of the last areas of the Combat Center.

As he walked all the way to his training ground today, Vicente came across a few disciples coming and going, but also his supervisor, already positioned on the grass in front of him.

This square field, with a hundred meters on each side, covered in perfectly cut grass, had almost no buildings around it. Apart from two stands with three tiers of seats, there were only two small buildings on the sides where the stands weren’t, where large tools facing the direction of the field were.

Vicente didn’t understand what each of these tools was for, but he already knew that, together, they could broadcast, almost perfectly, everything that happened in this place to the entire Light Cay!

Unlike in Polaris Realm, where people had to go to arenas to watch fights, in Light Cay people could buy a tool similar to television on Earth. Through it, they could follow anything they wanted, paying the fees for each event they wanted to follow.

How did Vicente know this? He had bought one of these tools for 7,000 stone coins and paid another 1,000 coins for the right to watch the major fights at the Combat Center for the next 10 months.

The best thing about this was not the chance to watch shows at home like on Earth, but that the devices behind these broadcasts were almost perfect. Even at home, one could get the same experience of watching the combat alongside the warriors fighting.

Such an observer could feel the effects of the fighters’ powers with such precision that it would be as if they were right next to the warriors, but without the risks involved in being so close to a fight.

If one was compatible and had an outstanding talent, they could even learn a few things just by watching a fight!

“Vicente Fuller, are you ready?” Asked a man with human eyes, mouth and nose, but horse’s ears and fur, human hands, but horse’s legs.

On the back of this pink-skinned individual was a long ponytail of white hair, but which, combined with his humanoid clothes, could easily be mistaken for his costume.

Vicente saw his supervisor, Miles, and nodded his head in affirmation. “Yes, instructor. I’m ready to fight. Who will be my opponent?”

Miles pointed to one of the five men next to him, the one who looked most like a human, whose only difference was the large gills on the sides of his neck. But apart from that feature, he seemed no different from Vicente’s race.

“Bazel will be your opponent today,” Miles said as the guy with the gilled neck smiled as he took a step forward.

Vicente looked into the sea-blue eyes of Bazel, this 6-Star Archmage. Even though he wasn’t much stronger than him, Bazel was a native of the area, someone Vice wouldn’t underestimate.

He had never fought since his arrival and his tests with his powers were no good, as long as he had no opponents to compare himself to.

He was much stronger than when he was in Polaris Realm. Vicente estimated that his current strength, compared to what he had achieved before killing Demien, was at least three times greater.

But where would that place him?

In Polaris Realm he was sure that, with such power, he could easily kill even Master Archmage vampires, individuals who, in his opinion, would be classified as between 5-Star and 7-Star Archmages in Anicane.

However, was that a good estimate? He didn’t know, since he had seen no combat yet, or even fought.

‘Bazel is an Outer Disciple like me. But he’s ranked 200 on the Outer Disciple rank. At 43 years old, he’s a good talent from the Combat Center, a warrior who should become a Magus in no time.’

Vicente looked at his opponent, having already studied several of the youngsters who were positioned under Miles’ wings.

Unlike the other two Centers where he had compulsory activities, the Combat Center maintained a more supervisory relationship between its members. Better-placed members looked after each other, usually organizing training sessions and refereeing matches.

Even a training session could get out of hand. But as this was a righteous sect, referees to prevent major mistakes were always needed during training sessions.

Anyway, all the sect’s Centers had their own ranks, more than one in fact, since for each hierarchical position, there was a different rank. With the Combat Center, Vicente’s opponent today was ranked 200 in the rank of the Center’s Outer Disciples. Meanwhile, Vice, who had never fought in ranked matches, was at position 998.

“I hope to help the younger brother discover his actual strength by Anicane standards. I’ll take it a bit hard, but don’t take it personally,” said Bazel as he smiled at Vicente. “Welcome to the sect, little brother, hehe.”

The two greeted each other before Miles gave the signal to position themselves in their corners before the start of the match.

Soon after, the two were allowed to begin!