Vol. 15 - Ch. 7 - Ultimate Clan Battle – Qualification Rounds (7/22)
"Alright, I'm up first! Celestial Spirit King, here I come!"
Sylph conjured a massive spear of wind and hurled it straight at the Celestial Spirit King.
"Hey!?"
The Celestial Spirit King twisted his body just in time to dodge. He broke in cold sweat when he realized just how fast Sylph’s spell was, and it was faster than anything he'd ever seen.
"W-What’s with that speed!? And —"
He turned his head around to check the spear that he just dodged and saw that it had stopped against Halt's magical barrier, which surrounded the arena. It was unimaginable that an attack spell didn’t disappear after hitting something.
This meant the spell that the girl released wasn’t meant to pierce its target.
“No way, is it for reinforcement?"
"I'm just getting started!!"
Sylph shot five more wind spears from her hand all at once.
However, instead of flying straight at the Celestial Spirit King, they first shot up into the air, then split off in five directions. They suddenly changed course just before hitting the arena and rushed toward him horizontally.
By now, the Celestial Spirit King had figured out her plan. He realized dodging all of them wasn't the best strategy.
"Zeyaaaahhh!!"
With a swift hand chop, he knocked one of the wind spears that had been charging at him at lightning speed out of the air. The remaining four barely grazed him as he managed to avoid them.
"Aww, you broke one."
"Five was more than enough. My turn."
Ifrit stepped forward.
"Alright, let’s go with the plan."
With a snap of Sylph’s fingers, the five spears that had been stopped by Halt’s barrier suddenly released a violent gust of wind. The swirling air wrapped itself around the Fire Spirit King, Ifrit.
"So the six spears weren’t supposed to activate a magic circle. Each spear was an individual reinforcement spell then?"
The Celestial Spirit King had realized Sylph’s magic was meant to enhance Ifrit’s magic and support it. What he hadn’t expected was that destroying one spear hadn’t stopped the reinforcement process.
"I may have run away in disgrace before, but not this time!"
Empowered by Sylph’s wind enveloping him, Ifrit conjured a massive fist of flames and swung at the Celestial Spirit King.
"Ah. That’s bad!!"
There was no time for hesitation.