Prestige Grinding : I Can Reset My Level

Sora vanished from his allies' side, reappearing at a point equidistant from the enemy squads. Focusing his [Mental Power], he cast out a mental wave, locking onto every member of the nine opposing teams. Then, with a clenched fist full of [Earth Element], he punched the ground.

'Let's see how they handle this,' he thought, watching as the impact rippled outward in a massive, circular shockwave. The wave of earth energy surged across the arena, obliterating everything in its path.

Only two teams remained untouched—one human team and a group of Dark Elves. 'The Dark Elves have the weakest team here... let's see if the humans can secure a few points on their own,' he thought, indifferent as chaos erupted around him.

Most of the opposing squads froze in place, stunned by the mental attack. A few, however, shook off the daze before the next attack reached them, their instincts kicking in.

Their players scrambled to cast barriers, summon mental shields, and pool their defenses in a desperate bid to halt the incoming devastation. The mental energy interwoven with the wave rendered phasing through it impossible.

The Spirit Race players reacted first. They braced themselves, frantically casting barriers, summoning mental shields, and pooling their combined defenses in a desperate attempt to resist the incoming disaster. They sense the attack covered with mental energy, and knew they wouldn't be able to phase through it.

A few other players who had buffed their minds, or already had sufficient mental defense were able to prepare themselves for the impact in time.

An Eagle-Type Beastman warrior roared, slamming his fists into the ground to create a wall of wind, while a few Demon Race players summoned a dark dome to protect themselves.

The Elemental Golems, unaffected by the mental attack, stood motionless, their glowing eyes locked on the incoming wave of earth energy. Despite their effortless resistance to the first assault, they froze in fear.

'Strange,' Sora noted, observing the golems' behavior. 'They resisted the mental attack, yet they froze at the sight of my elemental attack.'

Werewolves, Dwarves, and Orc players failed to react in time and were swept off the battlefield in an instant, without resistance. The Elemental Golems, Demons, Beastmen, and Spirits soon followed, leaving only two squads standing.

As the wave reached the final two teams, it came to an abrupt halt mere inches from their feet. The Dark Elves stood frozen, their wide eyes betraying their fear and confusion. The human team exchanged glances, slowly realizing they had been spared.

One of the Chinese players exhaled, his shoulders trembling. "Did… did he leave us alive on purpose?"

Liang, the group's leader and the first to recover from the mental attack, nodded grimly. "That guy. He was with the Blood Witch from the Korean Region during the 8th trial. I always thought she was the one keeping her team safe. Looks like I was wrong."

Another teammate had his mouth wide open, awestruck. "What kind of monster is he…"

"Focus," Liang snapped, his voice cutting through the chatter. "We're still in the trial, and he left us and the Dark Elves for a reason—so we can earn points. Let's not waste this chance."

Back at the edge of the battlefield, Sora reappeared beside his allies, glancing around as the notifications poured in, marking his successful eliminations.