My Multisystem In Isekai

This induced a sense of dizziness and nausea in his enemies. So far, Gabby had not come across someone who was able to dismiss his illusion.

To be fair, what Gabby called an illusion was not an illusion but a sonic attack in reality. Zavier who was well versed in illusions could tell at a glance what Gabby was trying to replicate. Therefore, he focused all his spiritual energy and mobilized it towards his auditory senses in order to strengthen them. The illusion broke apart like a sand castle on the beach that had been run over by tidal waves.

Macbeth on the other hand was about to engage in close combat with Zavier; something he was very good at. He wielded his long sword and took quick strides towards Zavier.

This was a common tactic that he and Gabby had come with during their long tenure together fighting as a team. Gabby would disrupt the senses of the opponents and he would rush in to deal deadly blows to the unaware enemies.

Zavier couldn't help but feel that the team dynamic of the trio was quite good. They had a specialist for hand to hand combat who specialized in brute strength in the giant oaf he had sent flying earlier. They had a good support in that guy who was trying to imitate dizziness through sound magic and the swordsmanship of the third one was quite commendable. Zavier felt that the three had a lot of potential just based on the combination of tactics that they could come up with based on their diversity of combat styles and their long term cooperative tactics.

Zavier had fought against far deadlier enemies and not to mention that his illusions were far too sophisticated; so much that even comparing those to Gabby's would be an insult to the Mesmer system that he had received from the cosmic consciousness. He not only nullified the effect on his senses, but also managed to cast his own spell of dizziness on to Gabby who had not expected that he was up against a Mesmer who was good enough to foil all his tricks.

After immobilizing Gabby, Zavier focused entirely onto Macbeth who was the last remaining fighter who was still in perfect shape. His swordsmanship skills were the real deal and Zavier had to focus a bit in order to avoid or parry his attacks. Macbeth seemed to be very proficient in the art of sword as he was able to utilize each and every gap in Zavier's defense and always launched a critical strike through those weak points. Although Zavier did not have any trouble facing Macbeth with his 360 vision granted to him by the perception system, an ordinary individual would have died a hundred times to Macbeth before even figuring out the reason for their death.

Zavier was able to tell at first glance that Macbeth was perfectly utilizing the blind spots in his vision. An ordinary individual without any perception skills would have felt that the sword was appearing out of nowhere if they managed to fight it out with him. Thankfully, Zavier was not an ordinary person at all.

Zavier first condensed the white cold blaze into a thin sword that was slightly shorter in length to the long sword that Macbeth had been wielding. The white sword clashed with the sword art of Macbeth and clanging noises resounded throughout that part of the forest. The two sword energies were tremendous and just the wind from the clashes was enough to send patches of grass flying in all directions.

Although Cold Blaze was powerful, it required extensive control and mana which was difficult for Zavier as well. It didn't take long for Zavier to lose focus and the Cold Blaze lost its short sword form.

Macbeth took advantage of the small opportunity that he had fortunately come across. He didn't want to lose the small window where he could possible hurt the enemy that seemed to be able to see his move one step before he even managed to think about it.

Zavier knew that it was not going to be easy so he had always been prepared to make use of his Blood Blade in case he needed to. He wasn't afraid to use it because he was too far away from prying eyes at the moment and was wearing a mask as well to hide his identity.

Before Macbeth's sword could have lodged itself in his shoulder, Zavier urged the blood coursing through his veins and managed to form a blade with the solidified blood. It shone with a bloodthirsty light and looked exceptionally beautiful as it glittered in its ruby radiance despite how dangerous it truly was.

Zavier brought the blood coloured blade in front of his chest and managed to not only block everything in front of him, but launched a curt offensive that was so fast that Macbeth was put on the defensive for the first time since the start of the fight. Zavier's powerful offensive had caught him off guard and Zavier managed to draw blood from his face. If Macbeth hadn't instinctively moved his head to the right, his neck would have been pierced through. This not only surprised him but also managed to remind him that it was not a friendly fight at all. They could any kind of means to win and his opponent was not one who showed mercy based on his last strike.

Previously though Macbeth had been unable to injure Zavier, the both of them had been fighting on an even ground but the difference had started to become obvious as Zavier took out his blood coloured blade.

The blade was very surreal to Macbeth as he was unable to believe that such a magical blade could even exist. It was not only capable of changing its length and breadth but was also capable of changing shape into any kind of weapon that the user desired.

Macbeth was unable to keep track of it and often walked into traps. Just when he would think that Zavier had missed the sword strike from above, he would be pushed away by the shockwave from the broadsword hitting the ground around him. Just when he would think that he was out of the reach of the sword, it would change shape to a lance and would penetrate his defenses to launch a strike at him.

He had never fought someone like this before; someone who had such a flexible fighting style that Macbeth couldn't keep up with all the changes during the battle. He had to put his entire focus on his opponent in order to pre-empt what the opponent was going to do in order to just barely defend himself.

Gabby who was still recovering from the paralysis spell was feeling the terror of the masked man as he was witnessing the fight from a third person point of view. He was able to notice even the most minute changes and the tiniest of movements. He was able to see that not even the movement of the pinkie finger was wasted by the masked man. Every little action served a purpose.

What Gabby did not know was that Zavier was not any better than them when it came to combat skills after all he was not some kind of a great fighter in his previous life. It was only because of his exceptional perception skills that he was almost capable of predicting the future thereby enabling him to dodge and parry all attacks directed at him with finesse and ease that came off as exceptional skill. The only advantage he had over the rest of them was the number, quality and diversity of skills at his disposal which was considerably higher than the rest.

Gabby knew in his heart that there couldn't be a more terrifying man in the competition. He had already declared the masked man as the number one participant in the competition in his heart.

The masked man was an all rounder whose skills were better than even the specialists in their team. For example, the masked man had so easily countered his illusion with his own and Gabby hadn't even been able to comprehend what had happened let alone retaliate. Ibeniah had lost to him in terms of physical strength and had been sent flying with that giant wolf form of his despite the advantage that looked obvious enough just by looking at them which meant that the masked man had physical capabilities that far exceeded those of Ibeniah who was the best of them in terms of hand to hand combat.