The battle continued in favor of Syler, the multiplier. One of the duplicates began to laugh triumphantly as he landed another cut on Dillion's thigh, effectively hindering his movent. However, his expression quickly shifted to one of horror as he realized Dillion was charging right at him. With a thunderous crash, Dillion's massive sword cleaved through the air, slicing deep into the duplicate's left shoulder and down to his waist.
The air filled with a piercing cry, "ARGHHH!!!"
Dillion's swift retaliation sent shockwaves through the battlefield, disrupting the rhythm of the fight. With a quick adjustnt in stance, he intercepted the other two duplicates as they attempted to flank him. The force of his counterattack was staggering, demonstrating Dillion's unwavering resolve and formidable prowess.
anwhile, amidst the chaos, the duplicate that appeared to be the real form of Syler admonished his injured counterparts with frustration, "You were too reckless. We should have followed the plan!"
With the reminder, all three duplicates once again fell into formation, orchestrating a synchronized assault on Dillion. While one engaged him directly, the other two maintained a safe distance, strategically applying pressure to limit Dillion's mobility. It was a calculated tactic aid at wearing down Dillion's endurance and exploiting his weakening state. Combined with the toll of his previous battle, it seed the opponents were confident in their ability to secure victory by attrition.
Ery keenly observed as Dillion's battle prowess gradually waned under the relentless assault. Dillion's greatest strength, his raw power, exacted a heavy toll on his spirit pool and stamina, leaving him vulnerable to prolonged engagents. And his adversaries were well aware of this vulnerability, exploiting it to their advantage.
As the battle dragged on, Dillion sustained a barrage of cuts, each one drawing fresh blood and eliciting concerned shouts from the onlookers as they were angered by Syler's tactics.
"What a coward!!" "Fight like a real man!!"
Syler, the timid yet calculating acolyte, persisted in employing his tactic against Dillion, confident in its effectiveness. But he underestimated Dillion's resilience and determination. With a sudden burst of strength, Dillion delivered a powerful overhead strike with his heavy sword. However, at the last mont, he pivoted, leaving the heavy sword, and redirected his attack toward the second duplicate.
In a flurry of motion, Dillion unleashed a barrage of devastating punches, each blow carrying enough force to shatter bones. But to his dismay, the duplicate rely grinned in response, taunting Dillion with chilling confidence.
"I got you!!"
Before Dillion could react, the duplicate seized him in a tight embrace, triggering a detonation that engulfed them both in a searing inferno. It was one of Syler's secret abilities—an explosive finale born from his duplicates, tuned into a powerful killing blast.
Amidst the chaos and smoke, the two remaining duplicates wasted no ti. Swiftly closing in on Dillion with their flaming swords raised high, they were poised to deliver the final strike. "You are done!" they declared in unison, their voices laced with triumph and certainty.
But to their astonishnt, Dillion erged from the billowing smoke, his body wreathed in flas and bloodied from the explosion. Despite his injuries, his eyes burned with a fierce determination as he hurled himself at his next target, unleashing a flurry of powerful punches before evading the relentless assault of the third duplicate.
As the smoke cleared, revealing Dillion's battered form, Syler's laughter echoed through the arena. "You are a monster indeed!" he exclaid, a mix of admiration and amusent in his voice.
Syler replenished his lost duplicates, and the trio once again closed in around the exhausted and wounded Dillion, their flaming swords poised for the final strike. It beca evident that Dillion's resolve remained unbroken despite his dire circumstances. Despite the odds stacked against him, he refused to yield, his determination shining through the haze of battle.
Observing Dillion's unwavering determination, Ery recognized the need to intervene. Stepping forward, he addressed Dillion with a blend of authority and empathy. "Dillion, you have done enough," Ery declared, his voice carrying the weight of finality.
The words hung heavy in the air, signaling the defeat of Hall 120—a revelation that sparked surprise and disappointnt among those present. Though reluctant to stand down, Dillion chose to heed Ery's words, acknowledging the inevitable outco of the battle.
"It's okay, You all did your best." Ery said.
Ery truly believed that the matches had provided valuable insights into the strengths and weaknesses of Dillion's chosen team in comparison to one of the middle-hall acolytes. As he administered a recovery pill to the injured Dillion, he contemplated various strategies to enhance their skills and capabilities.
However, while Ery maintained a positive outlook on the matches, the rest of the acolytes seed disheartened by their defeat. Their spirits sank further when Instructor Aspen, wearing a smug smile, delivered a condescending remark aid at their hall's inability to best Hall 68.
"You see, your hall can't even defeat us. Know your place, and don't ever bother to dream of a higher hall." The instructor's words cast a shadow over the gathered acolytes, dampening their morale even further. Shinta, too, observed the scene with disappointnt, her concern evident in her expression.
To everyone's surprise, Ery calmly entered the arena and approached Instructor Aspen, casually saying, "Instructor, why are you talking as if the match is over?"
With surprise, the full moon magus replied, "All your five acolytes are defeated! You have lost!"
Ery's expression turned to one of confusion as he responded, "I thought you ca to test our ability for hall advancent." He gave the instructor a aningful look before adding, "Isn't an instructor's ability also included as a requirent?"
As Ery's words hung in the air, Aspen's expression shifted, and a realization dawned that Ery was challenging him.. "Is this not true?" Ery questioned, his tone betraying a hint of uncertainty.
Indeed, the rule to advance a hall dictated that an instructor's ability was a crucial factor. However, in the heat of the tournant, Ery was technically required to defeat the opposing team before engaging in an instructor battle to claim the opponent's hall. Despite this technicality, Ery wasted no ti in leveraging Aspen's own words against him.
"You are a full moon magus," Ery continued. "Surely you won't back down from a challenge by a halfmoon like , won't you?. Let this be a great learning opportunity for everyone."
With a deft maneuver, Ery forced Aspen to accept the challenge. The acolytes watched with bated breath, anticipation coursing through the air as they awaited the showdown between the two esteed instructors.
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