Calvin walked towards Harris, the duel will only end after one of them faints or surrenders, and even in his angered state, Calvin made sure to not finish Harris with that last attack, but with his mouth wounded, he couldn’t articulate his words thus impending him from giving up.
Harris got up and tried to run, just for Calvin to appear next to him and crash his face against the steel like ice floor.
The ice actually cracked a bit due to the impact and blood leaked from the crash area, Calvin crouched down next to Harris and then spoke in a clear loud voice.
“You know, if I wanted to, your “almighty” young master Alexander wouldn’t have been the fourth ranked of the elite class, I’m an earth element mage after all, so unless your lightning is as monstrous as Daimon’s, someone who depends only in lightning spells has no chance against me”.
Calvin grabbed Harris by his left leg and dragged him all the way towards his classmates before throwing him in front of them, before he returned with Daimon and the others.
He then smiled at Loren and flexed his arms.
“What do you think, aren’t I awesome!”.
“Well, he isn’t exactly gallant… nor refined, but you can’t never get bored when he is around”, thought Loren as she laughed at Calvin’s antics.
Yvonne rolled her eyes at Calvin.
“And just like that you killed the moment”, she said as she shook her head.
Calvin shrugged and then sat on the ground next to Loren, to watch the remaining fights.
The next one was Michael and apparently it was a duel of speed, his opponent used a movement spell to clad his legs in lightning to accelerate himself, while Michael used his own self boosting wind spell.
Gusts of wind and currents of electricity appeared every time they moved.
“Your friend was lucky to have elemental advantage over Harris, but in speed terms lightning overwhelms wind, so you are dead meat!!”.
Trevor Jolbaris was really pissed, from the corner of his eyes he saw the current state of his friend, nearly half of his teeth were missing and his face was completely swollen due to the impact against the ice.
,m Michael smirked, for assassin style mages or knights, speed is the golden rule, his master is also a double affinity mage, but unlike him, his master has wind and lightning affinity, his footwork has earned him the tittle of the fastest man in the white fang galaxy.
Michael took off his shirt and threw it aside, showing his toned body.
“You are right, in terms of raw speed lightning overwhelms wind… but in explosiveness fire is the king!”.
A loud explosion sound drew everyone’s attention, Michael disappeared from the place he was standing, leaving behind a cloud of fire and smoke.
Trevor’s eyes widened, in the last moment he managed to move body sidewards avoiding Michael’s kick.
“Boom!”.
Another explosion was created by Michael making him propel backwards, hitting Trevor’s back with his elbow.
“Aghh!”, the impact made Trevor fly a few meters until he managed to recover his balance, there was a sordid pain on the part of his back where he was attacked.
Michael didn’t continue with his attack; he instead stood a few meters away from Trevor as he gave him a disdaining gaze.
“I don’t really get along with Calvin, but people like you who has never had to put effort to reach his goals disgust me… Loren is my classmate now, and I can see in her eyes the same determination, I have, so insulting her is the same as insulting me!”.
Trevor gritted his teeth, the electricity around him increased creating humming sounds.
“So, what, an imitation of a lightning assassin is still an imitation!”.
Trevor disappeared, compared to his previous speed he was twice as fast as before, the spell was the same but the amount of mana poured on it was completely different.
“Sacrificing control just to increase speed, what a fool”.
Observing from afar, Aliya shook her head when she saw Trevor forcing his movement spell, take a basic fireball spell for example, if you inject more mana than what is required, the size and the strength might increase, but the spell will be unstable, it might explode in your hand or deviate from its original target and hit your comrade.
She who used to be part of the army, has seen the consequences of people forcing their spells, but those were life or death situations, doing it in a duel, is despicable in the best-case scenario.
Her words were proven to be correct, although Trevor was faster, he wasn’t able to control his movements as precisely as before, so when Michael avoided his attacks, he kept moving a few meters due to the momentum, a couple of times he even tripped and fell just to get up and try again.
Michael snorted.
“The lightning assassin style requires you to finish your opponent in a single movement, without wasting mana or time, a few seconds could mean the death of your team… you aren’t worthy of this fight style”.
After saying that, two explosive sounds echoed through the place and before Trevor could react, he was kicked in the stomach by Michael.
“Crash!!”.
The propulsion created by two fire explosions plus the wind movement spell made Trevor’s body fly all the way from where they were fighting to a tree near the area where the A class was observing the fight.
When the snow which flew all over due to the impact settled, everyone saw Trevor, his eyes were rolled back and blood was leaking from his mouth.
Michael stood there on the ice, his pants were slightly burnt, showing his legs which were muscly compared to the rest of his body.
“You see, that’s the difference between someone who takes things for granted and someone who has fought to become outstanding”.
Michael remembered the hellish training his master made him go through, even without lightning affinity, he created his own fighting style compensating the lack in speed with explosions, the problem was that he also received a part of the impact, since he used the force created by it to impulse his body.
As an assassin type, his body couldn’t be heavy, so his master made him reinforce only his legs and focus the explosion in that specific part, and after many years of suffering he could now withstand continuous explosions to further increase his speed.
“Fire whirlwind step”, mumbled Michael, remembering the surprise on the face of his master when he showed him, the method he thought to reach the speed his master asked him to achieve, before he could get his permission to “officially” date his granddaughter.
Calvin nodded at Michael before he shouted.
“That’s a cool and all … but you look like a voyeur, so put on some clothes for fuck’s sake!”.
Michael felt a vein popping on his neck, “Calvin bastard, next time I won’t help you!”, he said as he took out a new set of clothes and put them on top of his now burnt ones before he walked towards the elite class.
Daimon was amused by the fact that even after insulting each other, Michael still sat down near Calvin, he then focused all his attention on the remaining fight.
Helen Jolbaris just watched her clan members being wiped and she was now regretting having insulted Loren.
“God damn… isn’t this woman the second ranked”, she thought as she looked at Aisha, last time at the welcome ceremony, Daimon stood up for his mother which led others to think she wasn’t too skilled in combat, but after seeing Michael and even Calvin who was supposed to be the “weakest”, easily overwhelming her friends she was afraid of suffering the same fate.
Unfortunately for her, to prevent duels just being used to annoy others, before both participants have exchanged movements, no one can surrender, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet.
Both Aisha and Helen used a lightning clad spell, but while Helen’s lightning was unorganized and messy, Aisha seemed to be enveloped by it as if each current of electricity was a soldier in a formation ready to obey the orders of his queen.
Unlike the previous fights Helen took out her weapon, a metal whip which conduced the electricity, making it lethal, she charged towards Aisha while preparing her whip to hit her.
“If I can land one hit, then this bitch is finished”, she thought.
Aisha indifferently stood still just waiting, which made Helen get angrier.
“Don’t blame if you get disfigured!”, her whip viciously dashed towards Aisha’s face… but then she simply extended her hand and caught it.
“Clang”, the sound of metals colliding made everyone look at Aisha’s hands which were now covered in silver-colored gloves.
“Aghhh!!!”, Helen let out a loud scream, as Aisha’s lightning ran through her whip electrocuting her in the process before her image flashed.
“Pahh!!”.
With a loud slapping sound, Helen was sent flying with the whole left side of her face swollen.
“Don’t blame if you get disfigured”, said Aisha as she returned with her son.
“Mm?”, Aisha frowned her brows when she saw some kind of vines coming her way, but before she could do something the unmistakable sound of a gunshot interrupted her.
“Aghh!!”.
From the group of the alfear a guy with a quarter part of blond hair was rolling on the ground holding his stomach with his hands as he screamed in pain.
The other alfear followed the direction of the shot and saw a black-haired youth pointing at them with a gun and a cold expression.
Daimon stood up and walked towards Aisha, once he was next to her, his eyes glowed before the world seemed to lose all its bright, the other alfear fell to the ground touching their chests trying to force the air to enter their lungs, Daimon’s aura was suffocating them.
He then looked at the tutor of the alfear as he spoke.
“I don’t care how things are done at the blue-sky galaxy, but here we call that “treason attack”, and the punish is one hundred lashes… so who will take the remaining ninety-nine bullets?”.
