Chapter 375 – Beatdown

Chapter 375 – Beatdown

“Salute!” Professor Valdibal bellowed. His stern aura set the ranks of spectating students in an exemplary formation before he returned his attention to the arena.

Kai also straightened his back, one arm loose at his side, and flicked the steel wand with a formal flourish. Chains of runes wove beneath their feet, the wards rearranging into a glowing boundary for the duel.

His opponent mimicked the greeting across the field.

Rather than scoff or sneer, Ambrose Willow returned the nod of greeting and intently studied him with pale green eyes. His pale face and delicate features stiffened into a mask of focus. He seemed a slightly bookish teen, as willowy as his name suggested, though not frail. His aura and mana thrummed with intent, a dozen small details no skill or attributes could define, marking him as an opponent to be wary of. He might be a sheltered patrician, but one who put in effort to match his status.

Looks like he didn’t get tenth place for nothing. Peak of Yellow too…

“Ready!”

Kai raised his guard with a faint smile. Given his own abnormal Spirit, the disadvantage in attributes should be manageable even with his profession at a lower level.

It might even be fun.

“Start!”

A whisper. Roots burst from the grass, trying to impale and tangle his boots. Kai sidestepped them, twisting to avoid three spikes of granite heading for his chest and face. A volley of ice shards flew in response, but he wasn’t the only one on the move.

Ambrose nimbly darted to the left, further than Water Magic could adjust the spells. A round disk of stone, formed from ground and dust, rose to intercept the remaining shot.

“Teverth ne karth…” The young man muttered quick words under his breath, treading the arena to keep the distance.

Kai didn’t wait for him to finish chanting and cast a hail of ice. The projectiles shattered on a wedged sheet of rock. The few glancing shots that slipped past didn’t seem strong enough to count as a hit.

Plant and Earth Magic, close to the first Yellow milestone.

Sharp whispers accompanied the last word of the chant. A stone spear with dark green veining shot toward him. Air split. Kai threw himself into a dodge, his muscles flushed with mana. A sharp whistling whirred dangerously close. Wind brushed his face. Grass and dirt erupted at his back.

Would the pauldron wards protect him from that spell? Kai wasn’t keen to try. A staggered wave of mana disrupted his attempts to cast Earth and Nature beneath his opponent.

How did he—

Ice and stone cut across the field in an exchange without respite. Kai tried to close the distance as Ambrose flung darts and dashed along the edges of the arena. The angles, numbers, and speed of his Water spells were better, but still failed to find their mark.

His mana pressed through the sluggish resistance in the steel wand. He’d thought it might be a defective engraving, but had confirmed his opponent’s was the same after the first duel. The inefficiency seemed an intentional part of the design. Each spell took just a bit more effort to form, and each flaw in its design would be exacerbated.

A training aid to punish sloppy casters.

Despite his slight figure, Ambrose moved with surprising athleticism for a mage student. No obvious opening. The mirrored frustration in the teen’s stiffened jaw at the repeated misses was a meager consolation.

So damn slippery. Much better when I’m the only one doing it.

Kai bounced and tiptoed without ever getting a breather. Each step, the earth and grass at his feet conspired to trip, stab and snare him. His attempts to channel his own mana to disrupt those spells were wrenched away or pierced by roots of essence.

How does that work…

He couldn’t help but have a begrudging admiration for his opponent.

Focused on dodging the attacks, he fell into the rhythm of the battle. Seconds ticked by with neither able to land a hit. Curiosity soon surpassed his annoyance, fascinated by how Ambrose wove his mana.

Is it a specialization? But it doesn’t look like a skill-locked ability.

A tangle of bony brambles tore the ground from both sides, slithering to wrap him as two veined spears flew to impale his heart and stomach.

Shit!

Threads of mana burned through his muscles. His legs coiled as he leapt, where a sheet of ice pushed down the thorns to open a path. An exemplary dodge with a retaliatory trio of icicles already in flight—all perfect till a blow slapped his forearm.

What—

The mana soaking the field, added to Raelion’s wards, had camouflaged the stone dart shooting from the ground. The pauldron wards had weakened Hallowed Intuition’s warning. A weak, slow attack, no more than a glancing blow even without protection, but a ripple in the enchantments told him it broke the threshold for a valid hit.

If he weren’t busy evading the creeping vines chasing him, Kai would have buried his face in his hands, embarrassed and angry with himself.

That’s what I get for relying too much on the whispers.

He doubted any first-year at Raelion could match even half of his fighting experience, but this wasn’t a life and death battle. It was a magic spar, one patricians likely practiced since childhood.

Ten meters from him, Ambrose lightly heaved as he morphed his stone shield to push himself into an awkward dodge. No triumph or smugness, just focus.

Letting go of his irritation, Kai brought his attention to the duel. A smile tugged at his lips. This might actually be a worthwhile spar. His limbs pleasantly burned with effort and mana. Unless Ambrose had a high-level acting skill, he was confident he’d win a contest of endurance, though it wasn’t ideal.

How many other Trial rankers would Professor Valdibal call forth? His mana and stamina were good, but so were those of the highest-ranking students’. He could make a valid excuse to refuse, but he only had one chance at a first impression

Two hundred students were watching them, all with their own opinions of him. What would they say if he only narrowly beat tenth place? If he didn’t shut down the rumors now, they might believe they could easily push him around.

Kai stomped on a frozen vine. Thorns shattered into splinters as he twisted below a stone spear and summoned vines of his own to intercept a sneaky dart for his back. Falling for a trick once was a misstep; twice was foolishness.

“…te kar’nath.”

Fist-sized balls of compressed earth pelted his position. A revolving Water bubble slowed and altered their trajectory. Kai angled his body and easily stepped aside in a rain of dirt and grass.

Chanted spells were powerful, but predictable. The build-up of mana snapped into a rigid shape; the glowing lines arranged with swift and mechanical precision that looked almost—

Kai shoved surging thoughts into a mnemonic chain.

Later.

His mind split to evaluate and discard strategies as he continued to evade and weave ice and water.

Winning at range didn’t look realistic, not quickly. If he had access to his profession, Water Cannon would shatter that stone bulwark. But then again, rules limited his opponent too. The scion of some ancient House wouldn’t have a simple profession.

He trusted his casting speed and reflexes, but the more he closed the distance, the less time he had to react. The speed and power of the stone spears might be static, but Ambrose could adjust their trajectory until the last instant.

Overwhelming his foe with raw magic power also wasn’t feasible without draining his reserves.

Should he force a charge with Hallowed Intuition?

The stern face of the butler scowled with disapproval.

Alright, alright. I’m not gonna become a one-trick pony and make it my go-to crutch.

What did that leave? He’d rather not publicly use Space Magic, especially a freeform cast. If he at least had a sword, he could have…

Mhmm… worth a shot. Can’t improve without some calculated risk.

More ice cracked a wedged rock shield. Ambrose burned through his mana to defend. He didn’t look tired, though his dodges were getting sloppier.

Wiping the sheen off his brow, Kai set his knees, ready to spring, eyes on the hovering stone concealing his opponent. A tendril of water held his wand. A gleaming stone half-moon flew at him at an angle. Throwing himself below the spell, his arms flexed, palms pressed on the wet grass to push him forward. Mana coiled through his body to fuel his momentum.

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Two strides from his opponent, a wall of dark thorns burst from the ground, thick and writhing.

Kai dug in his heel to slow down. Water formed around his wand into a familiar shape. After an excruciating instant, his body sliding toward the brambles, Elemental Swordsman flowed into his blade.

Water sharpened to an edge by will and skill.

What else did you need to make a sword?

Blues motes wove along Body Augmentation as he swung. Thorns parted with surprising ease. Waves of Nature mana thrummed to disrupt the control of the lashing vines. More raw mana than finesse, but it bought the instant he needed.

Kai flowed into the opening, closing the distance. His blade crackled with mana and ice, cracking the stone defenses.

Pale green eyes opened in shock. An ice shard slipped through the crack in the defenses, shattering on his chest.

Ambrose fell backward, as much from surprise as strength.

Did they not teach you this?

“Five to two. Veernon wins,” Professor Valdibal announced with a slow drawl.

Huh… He got me with another one.

Kai stood back and rubbed his arm. He’d noticed the stone dart sneaking during his charge too late, angling to defend his heart.

A flick of his skill rid him of the shredded grass and dirt. Aside from a few creases, his uniform would look as good as new after a wash. He had no interest in finding out how much it’d cost to get a replacement,

Kai dismissed the notification in the corner of his eye and offered his hand to Ambrose. “Good match.”

A hard flicker twisted the teen’s expression, though it eased too quickly to distinguish. “Good match.” Ambrose took his hand with a faint smile. “Looks like you didn’t rank first by chance.” Dusting off his vest, he moved to the professor.

The students’ files buzzed with loud whispers and scattered cheers for him.

“What kind of skill was that?”