Syra utilized her wind magic creatively, creating small gusts of air to alter the trajectory of her strikes and increase their impact, and this time, she wasn’t just using her spells from a far distance, even though that’s what she was best at doing.
She knew several martial arts that went really well with her spells. She was taught in the ways of a warrior mage since she would be using armor in the future and would need to learn how to use her body rather than just using spells from far away.
Yet, even in the academy, without any real enhancement enchantments within their uniforms, she had to use her spells to make her attacks strong enough to actually hurt Argon.
She used air blasts to propel herself, closing the distance between them with incredible speed and keeping Argon on his toes.
Argon couldn’t afford to hold back either. He activated his toki to further strengthen his body, enhancing his speed and strength. He used ethereal weapons, manifesting them with his toki to defend against Syra’s relentless assault.
The clash of their powers created a symphony of wind and force, each strike sending ripples through the air. Syra’s eyes shone with a silver glint filled to the brim with exhilaration, embracing the thrill of the challenge, while Argon’s determination to keep up with her intensified.
With a calculated move, Syra spun on her heel and released a powerful air blast, propelling herself toward Argon. He raised his arms to defend, but Syra’s next move caught him off guard. As she neared him, she focused her mana and created a magic circle right in front of her.
“Wind Break!” she chanted, and the magic circle unleashed a shockwave of wind that shattered Argon’s toki-enhanced defenses. He was sent sprawling backward, caught off balance by the unexpected attack.
Syra landed gracefully, panting slightly from the exertion. She knew she had surprised Argon with that move and was eager to see how he would respond.
Windbreak was one of her own spells that she had created on her own without the help of anyone. She had only created it recently, but it was only one of the many spells she had produced independently.
In a way, she was similar to Silas in that sense. When she met with her mother and father when they could even meet her, they would tell her stories about her brother and how he had created spells all on his own the moment he learned about magic.
She could even remember a few instances when she had seen him use a few spells, and now that she looked back on them and even tried to research them, she would quickly realize that it was a spell that he had created all on his own, just like her.
It made her feel happy to think she was doing what her brother was doing, and Windbreaker was one of the spells she was tremendously proud of. It was a spell that created a vacuum. Once that Vacuum no longer needs to be empty and is finally released, the wind would collapse into it with so much speed and force that it would break the sound barrier and send a force of wind in every direction.
However, after a few tries, Syra made it so the spell would only be directed in a specific direction, not hurting the people around her, while also making a more powerful spell by concentrating the power of the implosion in only one direction.
For some reason, she couldn’t wait to show the spell to Argon from the moment she had perfected it.
She didn’t know why, but for some reason, she wanted to show him more than anyone else, Herla included.
When the sound of the bang reverberated throughout the gymnasium, everyone stopped fighting and looked in Syra and Argon’s directions with worry.
However, they all understood what happened after seeing Argon on the ground with Syra standing proudly over him with a certain glint in her eyes.
‘Ah… She created a new spell…’ Every single one of them thought at the same time before returning to their own spars.
David and Zelon looked like they were in pretty bad shape compared to everyone else, as if they had been beating each other to a pulp, hoping one would surrender before the other.
David had scorched marks all over his clothing and skin, while Zelon was covered in bruises from where the water spells had hit him. At the same time, Herla and her boyfriend, Falco, looked way too clean. If one were to perk their ear at them, they would even be able to hear them flirting.
And, in a certain sense, they were roughed up for the wrong reasons.
Back at Syra’s spar, Argon got back on his feet with a mixture of awe and excitement in his eyes. However, as he got up onto his feet, Syra could quickly tell that he was pretty hurt since he was struggling to get up properly.
He admired Syra’s growth as a mage and as a fighter, and he wasn’t about to let himself be outdone. He focused and summoned his toki once more.
“Let’s see if you can handle this!” Argon declared, his voice filled with determination.
With renewed vigor, the spar between Argon and Syra intensified. Both pushed their limits, honed their skills, and grew stronger with every exchange. It wasn’t just a competition anymore; it was an actual test of their abilities, and they relished every moment of it.
As the spar finally concluded with, Argon left breathless but exhilarated, while Syra had a satisfied smile on her face.
They exchanged smiles, acknowledging each other’s prowess, and the bond between them deepened even further.
“Wow, Syra, you really stepped it up,” Argon admitted, his admiration evident.
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