The next morning, Gray and Bernal, dressed in battle attire, once again followed Viscount Fergus and the others to the battle platform.
Elise's injuries were more serious, and she needed to rest for at least a few days before she could battle. Otherwise, her injuries would worsen.
Although Bernal was also injured, it wasn't too serious. As a middle-level blood warrior, his body was stronger than Elise's, so his injuries weren't as serious as Elise's.
However, half of his face was still swollen. Although he had already applied ointment, Clifford had been too ruthless. Obviously, the swelling wouldn't go down in a day.
When they arrived at the battle platform, Gray and Bernal didn't go up. Instead, they stood at a corner of the platform with the Fergus family. This was because the battle that was about to begin wasn't between the Fergus family and the Rock family, but between the Bessel family and the Rychens family. The battle between the Fergus family and the Rock family was scheduled after this.
"They actually recovered so quickly?
Could it be that they consumed …? "
When the Rychens family appeared, Gray's expression became one of surprise.
Clifford's face, which was originally more swollen than Beral's, had completely disappeared. There was no sign that he had been kicked in the face by Gray yesterday, and even lost two teeth.
Not only that, but the two of them walked with ease, and there were no signs of injuries.
This wasn't normal. As the person who had injured the two of them, Gray was very clear about the severity of their injuries. Even if they weren't lying on the bed, they wouldn't be able to walk so easily.
"Hmph, the Rychens family sure has a lot of good stuff!"
Viscount Fergus also saw this scene. He snorted coldly and said with slight ridicule.
"Father, did they consume a magic potion?"
Bernal frowned slightly and asked.
"Yes."
Viscount Fergus nodded.
"As expected."
Gray's face showed that he had expected it. Only a Magic Potion could heal the injuries on their bodies so quickly. Obviously, the two of them had taken a Magic Potion.
Magic Potions, above ordinary medicine, had all kinds of magical effects.
For example, it had the effect of rapid self-healing, the effect of rapidly recovering the power of blood, or the effect of greatly increasing one's strength in a short period of time …
It could be said that there were many effects, and they were also very magical. To a certain extent, magic potions were on the same level as magic weapons.
Naturally, it wasn't easy to refine such a thing. Not only were the herbs required extremely rare, but it also required an extremely high level of alchemist. Only an alchemy master had the ability to refine it, and even then, they couldn't guarantee a 100% success rate.
This made this item extremely precious. It could even be said that it was priceless. If one didn't have the corresponding channels, they couldn't even be bought with gold coins.
When Gray first came to this world, he was seriously injured due to an assassination attempt. For this reason, he specially recuperated for half a month. If there was a bottle of Magic Potion that could heal him, it would definitely not take such a long time.
The battle soon began. The first to enter the battle platform were Clifford and Qiao Li. One of them held a short knife, while the other held a long spear. After entering the battle platform, they quickly exchanged blows.
Clifford relied on his speed to move around Qiao Li from time to time. Qiao Li held a long spear in her hand and was ready for battle. From time to time, she would stab with her spear, and the air would explode. It was as fast as lightning.
Whoosh!
After several probing attacks, Clifford began to use the power of blood to increase his movement speed. His movements were faster and more difficult to guard against.
Qiao Li gradually felt the pressure. From time to time, she would be forced to retreat because of her hasty defense.
"Has the power of blood recovered?"
Seeing that Clifford had continuously used the power of blood to increase his movement speed, Gray couldn't help but squint his eyes.
Obviously, the potions that Clifford had taken not only healed his physical injuries, but also restored the power of blood. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to use the power of blood so many times.
"As expected of the head of the Sixth Viscount Family!"
Gray was envious. The Fergus family shouldn't have these two Magic Potions. Otherwise, they would have given them to him and Bernal.
Moreover, he felt that these Magic Potions were very likely one of the special resources that the Sidney family had given to the Rychens family. After all, the value of these two items was extremely high. They could be life-saving items on the battlefield.
On the battle platform, the battle had ended.
Peng!
A figure flew out and fell outside the platform. This person was Clifford.
Although using the power of blood to increase his movement speed gave Qiao Li a lot of pressure and put her in danger several times, Qiao Li still withstood the pressure. Relying on her battle talent, she keenly grasped the gaps between Clifford's attacks and stabbed Clifford out of the platform.
However, she had also consumed a lot of energy. After stabbing Clifford out of the platform, she immediately panted heavily.
Soon after, Timothy stepped onto the platform and the battle began again. This time, Qiao Li, who had consumed a lot of energy, wasn't able to completely block Timothy's crazy attacks and was defeated.
Finally, Lower Blood Warrior Cai Ni Bessemer stepped onto the platform. Although she fought hard, she was still no match for Timothy and was hacked out of the platform.
At this point, the battle between the Rychens family and the Bessemer family had come to an end. The Rychens family had emerged victorious.
It was obvious that Viscount Rychens' expression was much better. Although he had lost to the Fergus family, he had still defeated the Bessemer family and regained some face.
Of course, the price was also huge. Four bottles of magic potions were at least a few thousand gold coins. Most importantly, there was no channel, and money couldn't buy them.
"It's our turn!"
Seeing that the battle between the Rychens family and the Bessemer family had ended, Bernal took a deep breath and said.
"Brother Bernal, why don't I go first?"
Gray glanced at the other party's still swollen face and said worriedly.
The other party had consumed a lot of his power of blood and was injured. It was very likely that he wouldn't be a match for Alfred and Morey. He might even worsen his injuries during the battle.
"No need. Even if I'm not a match for him, I'll consume some of his energy and make it easier for you."
Bernal shook his head.
"Alright, then be careful. If you can't do it, just admit defeat."
Seeing that he was so insistent, Gray didn't say anything more. Although he was quite confident in his own strength, he wasn't absolutely sure that he wouldn't lose in a battle of attrition with two people of the same level.
Bernal going up to the stage to consume the energy of one of the two was the wisest decision at the moment.
Without much delay, Bernal walked up to the stage. On the Rock family's side, Alfred walked up to the stage.
"Bernal, you haven't recovered from your injuries. How much strength can you use now?"
Looking at Bernal's swollen face and the place where Bernal was struck by Clifford yesterday, Alfred sneered.
"You don't have to worry about it."
Bernal snorted coldly.
"Is that so?
Then don't blame me for being impolite … "
The corner of Alfred's mouth raised slightly. The next moment.
Whoosh!
Holding two black daggers, he pounced towards Bernal. The two black ironwood daggers were like two sharp claws, slashing towards Bernal.
Whoosh!
Bernal dodged to the side, avoiding Alfred's pounce. He didn't intend to fight the other party head-on.
The Fergus family wasn't the Bessemer family. Not only did the family have him, a middle-level blood warrior, but they also had Gray, a middle-level blood warrior. They weren't afraid of a draw at all.
With his current physical condition, if he could end in a draw with Alfred, it would be a gain.
"Hmph —"
Alfred obviously wouldn't allow this to happen. Unlike the previous battle with the Bessemer family, he was extremely aggressive. After missing his attack, he pounced on Bernal again.
Whoosh, whoosh!
He attacked continuously, the two daggers in his hands whistling rapidly, constantly attacking Bernal.
Bang!
After all, Bernal was injured and his body was far less agile than before. Moreover, his Blood Force was exhausted yesterday and had only recovered a little. Alfred seized the opportunity and kicked him.
"Hiss —"
Flying backward and landing on the ground, Bernal immediately sucked in a breath of cold air.
Alfred's kick wasn't just fierce. It directly kicked the place where Clifford struck him, immediately causing his injuries to worsen.