The audience cheered upon witnessing the explosion. Their cheers only got louder as the dust settled and let them see the giant acolyte lying unconscious on the ground. Flashy offensive spells were really good at riling up the audience and the one Ery just used was no exception.
"Whoa! Are we mistaken, or was that really a tier 4 spell?"
"Yes! It was!"
"That's amazing! How can it break through the Greater Stone Skin spell?"
"More! More! We want more!!"
Acolytes and magus all mingled together among the audience and all of them were capable of estimating Ery's strength from the spell he just used, [Dark Matter]. In addition, such strength from a tier 4 spell was unusual. It was clear, the spell was not only flashy enough to attract the audience's attention, but also capable of piquing their curiosity.
anwhile, on top of the usual audiences' area, there was one special place. It was the VIP seating area reserved for the elite mbers of the Magus Academy. Seated among them were the headmaster Altus Dreyden, the deputy head Delbrand, the dozens of grand magus of the institutes, the representatives from major families and the mbers from humanity's governing body.
Ery did not realize the significance of what he did. The area was abuzz with whispers and discussions, each discussing the spell he used.
In contrast to the others, Grand Magus Zenoia watched the arena with rapt attention, eager to know just a little bit more about Ery's progress.
"Zenoia, you recognize that boy in Arena 7? I think he's from the Darkness Institute, right?"
Similar to Zenoia, the magus who asked her was also a grand magus specializing in the darkness elent. However, unlike Zenoia, he was the instructor of the Destruction Path branch.
"Vulmar, you do realize there are a lot of people joining the darkness institute every year, right? Expecting to keep track of hundreds of acolytes is absurd."
"Hah! Zenoia, you really do need to pay more attention to the mbers of your institute. The power of that kid's Dark Matter spell was off the charts. Knowing more about it should be worth the effort."
"Oh, you think so…? I personally think it's just a standard outco from a spell that takes such a long ti to be cast. It's nothing to write ho about."
"Really? So, would you mind if I poach him and teach him the ways of Destruction Institute?"
Zenoia grinned, as if she just heard the most absurd joke and waved her hand. "If that's what you want, I'm not stopping, you, Vulmar." She winked and added in a husky voice. "Do whatever makes you happy."
Being noticed by them would only bring fortune to Ery. Regardless of the outco of each battle, the Grand Magus watching from the VIP area had the final say of which acolyte would be the real winner of the Magus Gas.
Unaware of the discussions going on amidst the audience, Ery basked in his victory, before realizing what he just did. With a worried frown, he ran towards the direction where Sparse fell unconscious. After all, they were no longer in a virtual simulation and his spells could cause real lasting damage here. He didn't have a precise idea on how strong the [Dark Matter] spell he just released was.
He closed the distance between him and Sparse and saw the forr giant acolyte was lying down on the bare ground as his skinny self. He seed to have regained consciousness and was currently being taken care of by other acolytes who specialize in healing. From what little he had seen, the talkative guy turned silent while being treated. It seed his wound couldn't compare with the humiliation he just received.
When he saw Ery walking closer, he shouted in anger. "You! You still owe a punch!"
"Sure, sure, we can do a rematch at any ti you want. Just tell ."
Ery's reply made Sparse feel even more angry, but he was conflicted between his rage and his embarrassnt of losing after acting with such confidence. Unable to co up with a good reply, he decided to stay silent and stew in his grudge.
Ery had confird his opponent's injury was not too serious, therefore he decided to return to his corner and wait for his next battle.
The mont he walked into the room, Ery was welcod with dozens of threatening gaze, all sharply focused on him like a bunch of daggers. His skin prickled slightly, but he was not too afraid.
It was to be expected. After all, at the end of the day they are all his competitors, his victory would an things getting harder for them.
Ery decided to conserve his energy and ignore them all, before taking a small spot in the corner. He sat cross-legged on the floor and tried to stabilize his darkness core.
When he focused on his core, he could feel the slight aftereffects of using such a powerful spell. But, from what he knew so far, it should be nothing unusual. Though he did pour all his strength to release a powerful [Dark Matter] spell, at the end of the day, he was only using a tier-4 spell. He was quite surprised too, when he witnessed the destruction his spell had brought, including throwing a giant several ters out of the arena.
He took a deep breath, concentrated and decided to cast [Nature's Blessing]. The spell was perfect for the occasion, as it was not only able to heal physical wounds, but also soothe one's spirit energy. He took his ti and let his body rest for one hour, allowing the spell to restore his body to his pri.
He stood up, stretched his body and started watching the ongoing fights after his body was fully healed.
When he looked at the arena, he saw Rofos Trigerson, the red-haired muscular young man, who was among the top half-blood fighters participating in this ga. Despite being able to, the acolyte with the tiger bloodline did not bother using his transformation powers at all.
Ery could recognize so of the half-blood acolytes scattered around the arena. Among them, his favorites were Zach, the dragon boy, and Vida, the bird girl. None of the opponents who had the misfortune to face them were able to last more than five minutes. But then again, the ga had just begun and it was impossible for them to lose this early in the ga.
He continued watching the fights and gathered more information from each acolyte battle style, hoping it would beco useful later. Ti flew, and in two hours, Ery's na was once again called. He took a deep breath, cald his mind and walked out. Soon, the second match of the ga would start.
Ery walked out of the corner reserved for participants and glanced at the large screen to find out who his next opponent would be. To his surprise, he saw a familiar na, the na of the elite acolyte he t in the previous ga.
The elite acolyte flew down the sky, letting his flas billow in the wind to keep him afloat. After a while, he landed and waved at Ery with a grin. "Hey, finally we get a proper rematch! Ery the Mad Acolyte, against , Gerri the Violet Fla!"
Gerri's smile made Ery tremble with excitent.? This was the perfect chance to asure his progress in the last 10 days.
Gerri raised both of his arms, took a battle stance with his martial arts technique, the purple flas wreathed both of his hands, sending heat waves everywhere.
"Round two, Ery! Let's fight!"
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