Swords met in the air as the clanging of metal resounded with the discharge of lightning and air.
The crowds cheered like crazy as the two contestants went on again. Shin moved half striding, half floating, releasing the waves of steam from his lower body. His opponent was not that fast on the foot, but his sword was faster. The electric charge elongated further and turned more like a whip as it came towards Shin.
Shin twisted his lower body sideways to dodge, but that was not enough. The electric whip of a sword moved along with his body coming straight towards his thigh. He could only block the whip swing air towards it. Air was so resistant that it appeared to damage the current of the whip as it lessened a little.
Carlos frowned and thought if he should bring out his secret abilities now. Those things were what he had prepared for the elites of the upperclassmen, the ones that bullied him when they were his classmen. He would like to show them what he was made of, but he could not find a path to victory without unfolding his secrets, either. His opponent looked like one of those stupid kids, but he had some skills. Ignoring his swordsmanship, only his mana application made it harder to deal with. He was so quick to dodge and run away that all his moves went futile.
A lightbulb lit in Shin's head as he moved towards his opponent. Carlos deepened his stance and welcomed his opponent, the electric sword turning into a whip again. This time, however, Shin did not stop with air, but shot water showering towards his opponent, with a smirk on his face.
But it did not go as he had thought it would. The charge of current from the sword did not assault Carlos, at least not as much as Shin would have wanted. Then the enlightenment hit him.
"Pure water is not a good conductor of electricity, huh," he muttered and the whip of electricity charged at him, warping the water into vapour. "Shit!" cursed Shin, and dodged, but that was not over yet.
He tried to withdraw but the electric whip strangled his ankle, damaging the armament defence and before Shin could feel the burn, the whip pulled him towards his opponents. Shin grounded his teeth and sighed. 'Looks like I have to go all out now.'
Not only did the whip pull him closer to his opponent, burning his ankle, but his opponent was also coming at him as well. Carlos jerked his arm in a sharp pull, as Shin fling towards him, as he prepared one of his big moves. The sword snorted to its normal length and it turned blue with the charge, far higher than any time.
He was preparing to swing again when some mishap happened again. A large weave of wind rushed at him and tossed him at the sky, before he could even do a thing about it. His opponent was gritting his teeth as his body rose as well, releasing waves of air from his legs.
Carlos had a bad feeling about this. He pulled his sword as a block as he watched the freshmen coming at him, flying all the way. His opponent's sword moved in a full arc as it came directly at his chest. Carlos steadied his sword as a block, but the freshman twisted the sword as well as the inertia of his body to make a feint in the air.
Shin's body hovered above his opponent, as a smirk appeared on his lips. He dealt a sharp blow at the back of Carlos as both of them started to fall, though Shin kept on swinging his sword on the back of Carlos. The armament defence had broken like a scrap of paper on the very first blow, and currently, Shin made a mess of his armour.
Carlos got his sword as a block, but then another gale came from shit, flinging him away far harder to the ground. Shin dropped only a couple of strides away from his opponent and the first thing he did was take advantage of the situation was to disarm his opponent before pointing the sword before the eyes of his opponent, gasping for breathing.
He looked far better on the outside, but on the inside, it was entirely different. He was barely level 29 after all, and pulling stunts like there was enough to leave him staggering for breath. Fortunately, it went far easier as he had not shown any of his speciality so far.
His class, WaveRunner Apprentice, let him manipulate far easier than anyone would have it. He could manipulate waves of air far easier than just the waves of mana, that was why it was far harder for him. According to Elior, if he could control the waves of force better, floating in the air would be effortless and he only needed to release far less steam of air. But that's another story.
"He actually won," Enna muttered, eyes sticking to the figure with his sword raised. Ignoring the playboy look, Shin appeared quite heroic with all the sweats and dirt over his body.
"And that was as high as Shin could go," Elior added. "Maybe a little higher." He could not hope for more, since their time was limited. Still, this much strength was enough to get success from the trial, though he can't say a thing about acting.
Shin came to the dressing room looking far less heroic than he had appeared on the screen. Currently, he had cleaned the dirt already, though his face was pale, and the ankle was burned to such a good extent that he had to limp on one leg.
Enna came to his rescue without even asking. "You have to remove the boot or I won't be able to heal properly," she said and before Shin could remove his boot, she helped him do it.
Shin grunted a little, resting his butt in one of the chairs, keeping his eyes on the enchanting healer working on his ankle. 'Where would I be if she was not here,' he thought.
"Lara, you are next," Elior called and saw the tall female already ready, with a scowl. Her opponent was none other than Gaivan, the best of the upperclassmen if you ignore Katherine.
"Good luck," Shin said to his training partner, while Enna seemed to have heard nothing as her mind was busy healing the burning.
Lara looked at Elior for once as if wanted some advice from him, but Elior said the same words as well. He really has no advice to give her. Advice can do little to a person who is twice the level you are.
Lara nodded and went on her way towards the match, steadily. She was really better than anyone at calming herself down. Even against the adversary, she could not win.
"Done," Enna said and stood up from her knees. She looked at Shin carefully, trying to peer if there was any wound left. "Do you have any more injuries?"
"Yes," Shin said seriously. "It's my heart, and it's only you who can heal it."
"Then there is no hope for you." Enna snorted and saw it was Lara on the screen.
Shin grinned a little and sat comfortably on the seat. "By the way, where is Ileana?" he asked, not finding the chestnut-haired girl there.
"Aanya came and took her away," Enna answered. "Last-minute preparation, most likely."
"Little good that would do," Shin muttered. 'Unless senior gave her the Sceptre of Dream, but that was a lost cause.' Then again, the situation was no better either. He unsheathed his sword and found it was already dull enough. He coughed out a couple of times before starting to whine, "Brother!"
Elior, who was watching Lara's match, peeked at Shin and then towards the weapon he was holding. "Not today," he told Shin. "If you can get to the next round, then I will give you a better weapon to contest."
Abruptly, Enna shouted out in designation. "She lost," she said. "Lara lost, and it's only the beginning."
"Her luck was bad to face someone like that," Elior muttered. Still, she has few chances to advance to the next round. "Shin could have done only a little better against such an opponent."
"Or if I have a better weapon," Shin said, peaking his brows. "I might stand a chance."
"Then you probably need a legendary sword," sneered Elior. "The opponents you faced are no joke from now on. Even against Carlos, if you go against him again, you could possibly lose, and Carlos terribly at mana application."
"Brother, don't point that out so terrible," Shin muttered. "I was just stating."
Lara came back to her room, with her head and shoulder down.
"Well, remember, they have more time than any of us. So there is no need to beat yourself up for that. You know what your purpose is?