Liam POV
He knew he was talented. Ever since he was a young child, his parents had reminded him of his talents and didn't let him squander it. They hired so of the best ice users they could find to instruct Liam the mont they knew about his perfect ice affinity.
They spared no expense in cultivating his talent. He spent several hours every single day practicing the exercises his teachers had created for him. He rarely had ti to play with the other children. No matter how much he did, it never seed to be enough for his parents. They always wanted more.
However, it wasn't like he didn't enjoy it either. So days were more boring than others, but overall he had fun training. Not that he would let his parents know that.
Regardless, it was his parent's expectations that burdened him. They wanted him to achieve sothing they never could. Becoming an elite fighter who stood at the top of his generation. They tried it with his siblings, but they hadn't been able to handle the pressure.
Out of his many siblings, only his sister had grown to beco an elite fighter. However, the irony in it was their overbearingness had ended up pushing her away. She didn't talk to anyone in the family anymore, but rather spent her ti with her friends and her husband's family. He didn't bla her either.
If not for his uncle, he might have felt the sa way. Uncle Travis helped ease the pressure his parents placed on his shoulders, constantly reminding Liam that it was his path to create, not his parents.
His parents were 'strong' in their own right. Each of them was Tier 4, but they weren't anything special compared to others at the sa tier. They had reached Tier 4 at a relatively young age thanks to the consumption of natural treasures and special potions.
He doubted they would ever reach Tier 5 and if they did, they would forever be at the bottom of the tier, unable to get any stronger. At least that was what Uncle Travis explained to him. It was at that mont that he decided that he never wanted to beco like that.
So when he had arrived at Goldencrest, he had searched for similar people to make friends with and who could keep up with him. And he believed that he had found that.
However, they didn't want anything to do with him. Even Aubrey, a girl he still couldn't help but have a crush on after all these years, wouldn't give him the ti of day. She would spite him over and over, no matter how much he tried to befriend her.
It wasn't entirely her fault either. Liam wasn't the most warm and fuzzy person. His ice affinity gave people the impression that he was numb and cold. This was especially true these past couple of years and to make things worse, he had noticed that his desire to befriend them had slowly turned into bitter resentnt.
Then when he saw Julius so easily achieve what young Liam had desperately wanted without any trouble, he couldn't help but feel that sa resentnt start to build toward them, including Julius. He had tried so hard to be friends with them and all of his attempts had ended in failure.
Yet, when the young boy burrowed his way into their friend group with such ease, it was a bitter pill to swallow and he started to despise the boy. It was the reason why he had harassed the poor boy. Liam wasn't proud of his behavior and wished he could have gone back in ti and prevented his old self from making such a dumb mistake.
But the past was the past.
Then to make things worse, he ended up getting matched against Julius. He still couldn't believe that the young first-year had managed to reach Tier 3 in such a short ti. Not only that, but ended up being good enough to make it to the top sixteen.
Liam had seen his fight with Darren the other day. It was impressive and he had proved he was soone to be taken seriously.
Still, the way Julius fought was inspiring. Skill, power, and an unnatural calmness that allowed him to be in complete control of himself. However, there was still this sense of pride and egoism that showed throughout the fight.
Liam could tell that the boy was purposefully taking his attacks without dodging. He wanted to prove to Liam that even his best wouldn't break through his defenses.
It was both irritating and exciting. Then, before he fully realized it, he was having fun. This had been what he'd been looking for all these years.
However, Liam's eyes widened in alarm as he saw these constructs appear over Julius's shoulders. The only ti Liam had seen Julius's constructs was during the fight with Bethany. However, during that match, Julius had only created a single spike at a ti. So Liam was very surprised that the young boy was able to control half a dozen.
Liam sent a strong surge of his willpower and his skill to disrupt these constructs. He could feel stunned as it felt like his willpower and skill hit a steel mountain. In that brief battle of wills, he swiftly understood that Julius's willpower was stronger than his own.
Much stronger.
His icy exterior and his focus skill broke for a brief mont, as he let out a surprised laugh. The challenging look in Julius's eyes only envirogated him and he chose to et this challenge head on. If Julius wanted a fight then he would get it.
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He took control of all the surrounding ice mana he had been placing around the field and gathered it into six swords of ice. He infused his Emblem into them before sending them blistering toward his opponent.
His eyebrows raised when he saw the other boy's spikes tear through his swords. His swords had only been enough to destroy five of the six spikes. The last one was still piercing through the air, heading right for his head. Fire mana was truly the bane of his constructs.
With an instinctual reaction, he used the icy mist to slow down the projectile and used his disruption technique to try and break down the spike. But it wasn't enough and he had to create a thick barrier of ice in front of his body to protect himself.
Even with all of this, the spike still slamd into it and almost broke through. Cracks spread throughout the ice wall as it barely held on. Liam couldn't focus on this though. He had to deal with the next volley of spikes heading right for him.
These ones weren't quite as strong as the last ones, but the speed of which they were created was the real danger. He wasn't completely prepared to take another attack.
With a grunt of effort, he pulled apart his cracked wall of ice and created several smaller orbs of ice to intercept these spikes. Of course, this wasn't enough to destroy them, but it altered their trajectories just enough that he was able to sidestep them with his movent skill.
Then, before the other boy could understand what he was doing, he dashed forward. Although he was a mage, he had certain tricks up his sleeve.
He was honestly relieved when he saw the confusion on his opponent's face. He didn't think the other boy would ever show the slightest bit of surprise during the fight. Thus, it made him feel better that it was possible to catch him off guard.
He took in scattered bits of ice from his recently destroyed ice orbs and used that to create another cloud of icy mist. This ti though, he made it much denser and kept it close to his body. If he couldn't find an advantage fighting at range, then he would just have to change things up.
He had started to create this technique after the first ti his uncle had shown him what a Domain was. It was a cheap mockery of a true Domain but it was still a powerful technique, one that he was planning to eventually use as the basis for his own Domain when he reached Tier 5.
He infused his willpower and Concepts into the mist, then used this increased pressure to attack the boy.
When within its sphere of influence, the sheer amount of ice mana and Concepts would make his opponent's mana manipulation harder to control.
He created a sword made of ice in his right hand and sent a quick slash at his opponent, forcing him to step back and avoid the sharp edge. Liam wasn't the best swordsman, but he had enough experience that he wouldn't embarrass himself. And with the slowing effect of his pseudo domain, he had an advantage.
At least that was what he had been expecting. However, the young boy grinned at Liam before a ridiculous surge of aura and mana rushed out of the boy, increasing his speed to scary levels. Liam had to create a sloppy slab of ice to protect his chest as a fist almost tore a hole through his body.
Liam had been aware of it since the fight began, but the boy's aura was weird. The entire ti, he couldn't help but feel like it had been smothered with a thick wool blanket. As if the boy was purposefully holding it back. However, with that recent surge, he felt the wool blanket get tossed to the side and he almost shit himself.
The aura had him choking on his own spit as his focus skill did its best to protect him. The aura was pure destruction. It ate away at everything it touched. He doubted the people watching would be able to tell, since they were way too far away. But since he was up close, he was able to feel the oppressive nature.
What did the boy have to experience and go through in order to have such a destructive aura? People's aura didn't beco like that unless sothing happened.
Thankfully, his own aura was powerful enough that it wasn't completely overwheld, enabling him to fight back. When the boy ca in with a fist empowered with kinetic energy, he spat out a needle of ice from his mouth, a silly trick that took a surprising number of people off guard.
However, his opponent sohow expected and calmly tilted his head to the side, letting the needle graze his temple. Liam swung his sword upward and took a step backward. But Julius created a set of gauntlets over his forearms and used it to deflect the sword from carving into his face.
On the back foot, Liam was left undefended as the gauntlet ca smashing toward his throat, forcing him to use his movent skill once again and simultaneously activated [Frostmist Form]. He hated using the form since it used so much mana, but he had no choice.
The fist passed through him and he quickly deactivated the skill before it could suck all of his mana away. Then he took control of the mana inside his pseudo domain, creating an exploding effect that pushed Julius away, and allowed him space to breathe.
Julius loosened his shoulders as he rebalanced himself and started to walk toward Liam with that sa calm grin on his face. Most people would have been nervous to enter Liam's pseudo domain again, but not him.
Julius charged right in with no hesitation and Liam found himself on the backfoot again. The sheer speed of the young boy was ridiculous. He didn't understand how the boy's body was handling such extre amounts of power.
It had to be so kind of berserk or overlimit skill.
He was forced to use [Frostmist Form] several more tis. There was no other option. He was keenly aware of his dwindling mana reserves. However, there was nothing he could do if he wanted to survive.
He was more frustrated at the complete lack of exertion on Julius's end. It seed like the boy had an entire ocean of mana remaining in his pool. He was still pumping out more mana than Liam could comprehend. There was no way the boy could still have so much mana left.
In the end, it wasn't even his mana reserves that let him down first. The next ti he used [Frostmist Form], he felt sothing crush into his stomach, and he went flying into the distance.
He struggled to get up to his feet. The boy sohow managed to hit him through the skill, sothing he didn't imagine was possible. He sent a volley of ice swords at the incoming boy, but they weren't able to stop him. Julius smashed them apart with his fists and although he activated the skill once more, his chest was still crushed.
He released the rest of his ice mana in a wave of sheer cold, desperately fighting back, but his opponent tanked it like it was nothing and Liam found himself staring at the knuckles on Julius's fist as they approached his face for the final ti.
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