Gill was ecstatic.
He, who could only observe these geniuses from afar, wishing he could be as excellent as them, now is giving the genius a hard time. It made him want more; the power he'd received and the knowledge he'd gotten were now worth it, as was the sacrifice.
The association had provided him with a means to stand out from the crowd, and he would do anything for the organization that had given him a new lease on life.
Gill kept his distance and warded off his opponent with just minor yet precise swings of his blade as he moved quickly across the battlefield. At this pace, the longer the struggle lasted, the more Gill would benefit.
Gill, on the other hand, was well aware of his limitations. Even with the external assistance he has gotten, he is unable to compete
Eliza gazed at the earth mound that was encasing a person she couldn't comprehend. Her face was packed with a variety of expressions. After trading attacks for a few minutes, she realized Sia hadn't revealed even half of what she was capable of. Even so, it caught her off guard. Sia was able to employ all of the basic level skills of the basic elements. This was not a common phenomenon. Most people, including geniuses, can't employ a skill or two from another element that they haven't awakened. And the spells they used were usually weaker than they were before. Despite this, Eliza had encountered someone who could use the basic skills and make them even stronger than the original, despite the fact that it was not her element.
Eliza burst out laughing at herself. She had just decided to accept defeat and not use the skill she was currently using. It may be regarded to be her most powerful ability. But she had forgotten that she was Eliza Kraus of the powerful Kraus family. The Kraus, on the other hand, never takes defeat so lightly and losing means more than death. Looking at the women who had turned into ice made her even happier with her choice. She could see Sia was going all out. "Are you looking to beat me? To use everything you have at your disposal to beat me down. That's why you even granted me the opportunity to fight on equal terms. Do you honestly believe you can overcome me on your own, Sia Celeste? "A mage against a warrior?
The fourth week of the second exam begins today.However, due to the difference in the flow of time, it would have been a two-month period for the students who had been within the dungeon from the beginning.Winter, the season of great drought and no rain and shortage of food, was approaching. This was a time when thousands of commoners, beggars, and other lower-class individuals died from starvation and cold.Selena and her team emerged from the dungeon. Her face was solemn, and no one dared to approach her. Even the guards stationed at the gates were nervously sweating.Who knew this fiery lady would decide to swing her sword a couple of times and take their life?No one wanted to upset this woman, who already appeared to b
Swing!Clank!Slash!The sound of metal connecting resonated throughout the environment as two figures continuously conducted a similar type of cutting technique.The two men stood in the middle of a goblin camp, unsheathing and sheathing their swords repeatedly; every time the sword came out of the sheath, two or three heads flew in the distance."I can feel myself becoming faster..." Henry talked with bated breath. The technique he was employing required so much concentration that just a few words caused him to sever only one head rather than multiple."That's a sure thing."The mountain toppled once we learned the sword method. Yes,
My back was arched, and I was perched on a tree like a leopard in ambush.I was currently buried among the branches and many leaves, peering down at the ground. A few dozen feet away from the tree I was hiding in was a tiny stream, and a muscularly built raging Warhog was drinking water from the brook. Two curved horns protruded from the Warhog's nose, and muscle bulged throughout its body like twisted tree roots.[Were Boar- Rare]HP- 600DEF- 56STR- 45AGI-89[Wereboars are obnoxious and boorish brutes. They are the lowest-ranking breed of lycanthropes, and they come in two variations. A werebo
"What on earth did you do, bastard?" Lyon yelled and prepared to rush when he was stopped by a hand. Sia glanced at the person who appeared so plain and ordinary, yet even she couldn't tell when he had attacked. And she had no idea how he was able to kill with his sword without moving from his position. She had been looking into both of the students since the incident at the black market, hoping to find something exceptional. She, however, did not. However, it appears that the people she sent did not do their tasks correctly. The two students in front of them were not your average students. "I'll offer you a choice," he said. His tone has changed since the first time they met. Everyone was apprehensive as Riel, a student, spoke out. They were not afraid of the two, but of the fact that their teammate had died without them even seeing the student movement. "Either give us two seats or die fighting us." “Choose.” I regarded the students as prey. They'd gotten too close to a subj
We arrived at the gate after an hour of uninterrupted sprinting. And without further ado, both Henry and I went out, disqualifying us from a seat in the library.Even if we had more points than everyone else, defeating the boss was also a requirement for gaining a seat.But none of that was on our minds as we hurried past the soldiers who were attempting to check us in.“He…hey! Wait! Pause right there!"The two shadows dashing out of the gate caught the guards off guard and they were unable to respond as they entered the academy.“Huff…”"We need to go to the portal as soon as possible."Right, getting
I took a glance at the room's wall, which had a photo hung on it. It was a small snapshot around the size of a typical pocketbook when I first saw it, but it was now approximately the size of a flat regular tv in my world. Lisa had used her magic to enlarge it and return it to its former glory. The yellow musky colour that was typically present had vanished, and the image of a man, woman, and child was as plain as day. The man had brown hair and a face that one might see merely walking down the street. I don't want to pass judgment on somebody based on their appearance, but it was just too commonplace. He appeared to be one of those side characters who would be inserted in a comic book for a single line or page rather than a full chapter. If he became a fugitive, he