Chapter 12 The Demon is Back
More fights followed.
A boy from Eldenria stepped into the ring next.
His uniform shimmered faintly under the sun, lined with silver edges. His hair was short and dark, and his stance was arrogant, he stepped one foot forward, his arms crossed like he didn’t even need to try.
The boy’s opponent was from Northhelm again. Another frost wielder, judging by the light mist clinging to his robes.
The bell rang again.
The boy from Eldenria moved first without hesitation. He raised his hand, and a sharp, roaring current tore through the air and slammed into the frost wielder with such force that the ground cracked beneath his feet. The crowd gasped as runes beneath the platform flickered green from the overload.
Kaelith’s brow furrowed.
’The Eldenrias are not playing. This would make it more exciting when destroying them.’
The frost wielder responded with a hailstorm of spears made from compacted ice. They flew fast, but the boy in purple barely moved. He spun his fingers, and the wind split in two, forming a cyclone that swallowed the spears whole.
With a final push, the cyclone narrowed into a blade-like whip and slammed into his opponent’s chest, sending him flying off the ring. It was over in seconds.
The crowd roared in approval.