by Cloe D Frost
Regrettably, neither one of the two Rroda brothers knew the critical points of Zor’s spell, but even if they did know, they would find themselves unable to locate those points because they couldn’t feel the Zor’s spell pattern at all – he was still concealing it.
If one didn’t have Aethernea of Sight, it would be impossible to feel a concealed spell and thus impossible to pinpoint the weak points even if one knew their location on the spell pattern.
Of course, they could attack the spell blindly, attempting to drain Zor’s mana, but they would use up far more mana in their dense mana attacks than Zor’s spell used up to repair itself.
Their only alternative to spell breaking was to cause spell interference, attempting to overpower Zor’s spell. If two spells attempted to create conflicting changes in reality, such as one trying to cool down a certain area while other was trying to heat it up, the two spells would cause destructive spell interference with each other, making the two spells wrestle for control over reality.
In such a scenario, if the difference in level between the two spells weren’t too large, the weaker spell would get overpowered, allowing the stronger spell to overwrite the effect of the weaker spell with its own. This was what happened to Kiel’s first opponent who had strengthened his skin. The strengthening on Kiel’s attacking spikes was stronger, and it overpowered the spell the man had cast on his skin.
If a spell got overpowered, its reality-altering effect would be negated, however, the spell pattern wouldn’t get broken. Once the spell interference passed, the weaker spell would be able to reinstate its reality-altering effect, regaining control over reality.
If one wanted to completely break the spell through overpowering, then it could be done only if one of the spells was much more powerful than the other one, making it so that the losing spell couldn’t even struggle before getting crushed. Like a dragon stepping on grass, it would be impossible for the stronger spell not to demolish the weaker one upon contact. This was known as dominating the spell.
It was a rare occurrence that could only happen if the two opponents were on entirely different levels, such as if a master mage was fighting against someone who just started learning magic. The other possible scenario was if one of the opposing spells was an enchantment. When mages enchanted a magical artifact, they would have a lot of time to perfect their spell, so the spell levels of enchantments were higher than spell levels of spells cast on the go.
It was almost impossible for a non-enchantment to overpower an enchantment, which was actually good news for Kiel. For he was the one with an enchantment – he had Elaru’s magic egg which worked in a similar way to Zor’s barrier. If he used its power, it should be enough to overpower Zor’s barrier, at least for a while.
Rhur Rroda wasn’t aware that Kiel had a way to salvage the situation, therefore his face was turning paler and paler by the second. He didn’t know any spatial spells so he couldn’t cause spell interference with Zor’s barrier. He figured Kiel didn’t know any spatial spells either, otherwise, he would have used them in his previous desperate fight with Deora.
And thus, no matter how Rhur thought about it, it was impossible for the two of them to break Zor’s barrier. They had already lost the fight!
While they were struggling, unable to break through the barrier, Zor could take his time to slaughter them like slaughtering clucklings!
Rhur stopped his approach ten meters away from the barrier, his face falling, his eyes hesitating. What to do? What can I do?
It didn’t take Rhur long to run through all scenarios and realize he had no way to fight with Zor.
And thus, if he couldn’t fight with Zor… all that was left…
Rhur’s eyes narrowed, and he flashed a fleeting glance in Kiel’s direction. Kiel wasn’t too far off, only a few meters away from him. He too had stopped approaching Zor and was hesitating on how to proceed.
Kiel was pondering on how to use the egg the most effectively, however, in Rhur’s eyes, his hesitation seemed to come from the same source as his.
And thus, Rhur Rroda reached into his pouch to bring out another handful of red petals.
He blew the petals all around himself, Kiel and the barrier, his eyes never leaving Zor.
On the other hand, Zor’s inscrutable gaze never left Kiel. While the two Rroda brothers assaulted his barrier, the man didn’t flinch, in fact, he had no change of expression at all. The only change on his face that Rhur thought he saw was the slight twitching of his nose.
Well, this is fine too… The corner of Rhur’s mouth quirked up into a smirk, and he snapped his fingers.
And then…!
BOOM!
A series of loud booms once again shook the stadium.
Kiel’s pupils dilated as he flew backward like an arrow, feeling once again the same sensation of being blasted. He flipped several times in the air before his body reached the ground. Before his crash created a crater in the ground, the only thing he managed to scream out was: “You bastard!! You said you didn’t have any!”
That’s right.
The second batch of flower petals Rhur scattered were not Razorblood petals.
No.
They were the highly explosive Sparkbloom petals.
However, Sparkbloom petals were white in color. Yet, the petals Rhur scattered were red – they looked no different than Razorblood petals!
Clearly, Rhur had learned from his previous battles that it was more effective if his enemies didn’t know which petal was explosive and which wasn’t! He had dyed the Sparkbloom petals to be the same color as the Razorblood petals!
This time, when Kiel hit the ground, he had landed on his feet and didn’t lose consciousness. To prevent Kiel from realizing his intentions, Rhur had limited the number of petals he sent towards Kiel. Therefore, the intensity of the explosion wasn’t on the same scale as the explosion Deora had created.
Even so, Kiel still spat out blood, his eyes venomously staring at Rhur’s smirking profile.
This shameless older brother of his had decided that he had no chance of beating Zor, and thus it was time for him to target the only remaining person in the stadium. He didn’t even give Kiel the chance to point out that he had a way to overpower Zor’s barrier!
Clearly, he had intended to eventually surprise attack him with his Sparkloom petals from the moment he denied having any! Naturally, Kiel didn’t fully believe him, however, the abruptness of Rhur’s move and the fact that the petals looked the same as the Razorblood petals caught Kiel off guard.
“I lied to make you fight the ginger.” Rhur shrugged. “But don’t blame me. I had your own interest at heart. No need to thank me. Knowing that I helped my little brother conquer his fear of flames is enough for me.”
Rhur’s derisive words agitated Kiel so much that he spat another mouthful of blood.
“I ought to thank you then, older brother.” He squeezed out through his gritted teeth. “I think the best way for me to repay your kindness is by pointing out your own shortcomings. I’ll be sure to give it my all.”
Rhur chuckled musically. “And here I was, about to suggest you forfeit. After all, you’re not even 18 yet, why go through all this trouble if you can’t enroll in Muni anyway.”
Kiel used his actions to answer him. Ignoring the agony spreading through his limbs, he glared at Rhur defiantly and stood with his back straight looking valiant and dangerous. His aura complimented the image, becoming so chilling that it pricked the skin and made it hard to breathe.
Rhur countered with his own oppressive aura full of confidence, his aura seemed light, like the air yet corrosive like acid, making one feel chilled from inside out. His smirk transformed into a full blown enchanting smile. “Good.” He purred in a husky voice. “Surrendering would be letting you off easy…”
As if Kiel could read Rhur’s mind he flashed to the left, avoiding a sudden lightning attack. He continued to accelerate around the stadium, zig-zagging and curving unpredictably. He cou
ldn’t “avoid” Rhur’s lightning attacks because the speed of lightning was faster than his dodging speed. However, he could make Rhur “miss” him.
If he moved fast enough, unpredictable enough, Rhur wouldn’t know where to aim, and thus his chance of hitting Kiel would drop.
Kiel was too agile, his reflexes were too quick, so Rhur didn’t even attempt to use his petals to attack him. It would be just wasting effort. Unless Rhur managed to catch Kiel off guard or surround him with many petals, the only attacks of his that could hit him were lightning attacks.
And even lightning attacks found it hard to hit him, as Rhur found out after zapping several times in rapid succession.
Kiel was darting around seemingly randomly, plotting on how to attack Rhur. His current repertoire of spells was rather limited – besides Morph, Velocity, and Temperature, there wasn’t much else. Up to now, he was using the ground to launch attacks, however, this tactic wasn’t suitable for his current opponent.
Rhur was agile with great reaction speed and keen battle sense. Any earth spike Kiel launched would get sliced into pieces by his sword before it managed to reach him.
Earth spikes while powerful, were too big, too heavy, too slow. It wasn’t that Kiel’s attacks were slow per se, it’s just that he couldn’t cast the spell in Rhur’s vicinity because of the scope of Rhur’s mage armor, so the time it took Kiel to weave a spell and make it reach Rhur, even though minuscule, was enough for Rhur to counter it.
To battle against Rhur he would need faster, smaller and more flexible attacks. A type of attacks against which Rhur’s slashes would be ineffective, such as fireballs, light or lightning. Or attacks that Rhur would have difficulty countering because it would require flawless accuracy.
A limited repertoire of spells? Kiel’s eyes flashed. No. Imagination is the limit! The entire world is my clay! Morph, Temperature and Velocity is more than enough!
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Blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, yet he could still smile confidently.
Blood unendingly gushed through the hole in his arm, dying his entire pale white arm crimson. Beautiful droplets of blood slid down his fingers. Drip, drop. The parched earth hungrily drunk the clear red liquid.
This was the disparity between the first-born son and a bastard child.
Absolute agony. His every muscle twitched in sheer anguish, every passing second was an eternity of torment.
He rolled until his back hit something hard, knocking air out of his chest.
If someone had told him he would be putting his last hopes into something so ridiculous, he would think the person to be making fun of him.
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Episode 111 – Rroda blood
Episode 111 – Rroda blood
Previously:
The day of the practical exams is finally here and Kiel is inside a large arena created by the Replica Dungeon. Nelaira tricks Deora into attacking the Rroda brothers, and Deora ends up pursuing Kiel with a barrage of fireballs. Kiel runs away, dodging the fireballs, however, Deora manages to hit him with an explosive airball. Kiel loses his consciousness and remembers how he got trapped inside the burning house as a child. After waking up he gets into a life and death situation that makes him overcome his fear of fire and launch a counter attack on Deora. He manages to poison Deora, knocking him out of the competition. Seeing Kiel win his fight, Rhur finished Nelaira off in a fit of rage. Kiel manages to recover through applying a healing ointment. Kiel and Rhur team up to attack Zor. After realizing they are no match for Zor, Rhur turns on Kiel, sneak attacking him.
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Kiel accelerated left and right all over the stadium until he reached his half-melted sword that had been lying on the ground. Kiel’s body flashed by, picking up the sword in the process.
Seeing how Kiel still bothered to pick up that ruined piece of metal, Rhur couldn’t help but chuckle huskily. “Brother, if you need a weapon I can lend you my sword. Lest people say that I am bullying you.”
“I can’t take advantage of you, brother. If you lent me your sword you wouldn’t have anything to defend yourself with. If I won in such a manner, my victory would hold no meaning.” Kiel politely declined. He continued flying all over the arena, while simultaneously casting multiple spells on his sword.
“Oh, don’t worry about me, little brother. I’m not even using my sword. Giving it to you would hardly have any impact.” Rhur continued.
“Which is why there is no meaning in giving it to me. I can manage all the same with or without it.” Kiel shot him down and heated up the blade of his sword until it turned orange. As he accelerated around the field, the molten sword left countless swirling ribbons of smoke in his wake, adding a dramatic charm to his actions.
He had heated up the metal to more easily change its shape through Morph. The more rigid the material, the harder it was to mold it with Morph. Dense yet soft and flexible materials were the easiest to Morph.
When Rhur noticed Kiel trying to morph his sword back into shape, he felt obliged to spout some more flowery words dipped in a heavy dose of venom: “Brother, I wasn’t aware you had skills in blacksmithing! Is that what you’ve been doing the past few years in the village? Why didn’t you apply for the crafting exam instead? It would have suited your capabilities better.”
Kiel’s cold face had no change in expression as he replied: “Brother, you are praising me too much. This little skill of mine can’t compare to your varied talents. Your skillset is so large that it is difficult for me to remember all that you are good at, besides fighting and flirting. Could you please remind me, what other areas are you proficient in again?”
“Ah, don’t waste time trying to remember it little brother, lest you get a headache. You are better off spending your mental faculties on improving a single skillset until it is at least presentable.”
While the two were trash talking back and forth, Rhur’s attacking and Kiel’s flying about didn’t pause in the slightest. In fact, the tempo of their battle was steadily increasing.
Besides running both his legs and his mouth, Kiel was also working on his sword, slowly familiarizing himself with the feeling of morphing metal. Distracted by all the multitasking he was required to do, he completely failed to notice that he had forgotten to cast a temperature isolation spell on his own body. Heat in his surroundings didn’t register inside his mind at all.
When his sword regained its sword shape, Kiel threw it up into the air, making it fly in an arc toward Rhur.
In preparation of the inevitable clash, Rhur cooled down the temperature of his own sword to isolate it from the incoming heat, lest his sword got ruined as well.
Since Kiel’s sword kept flying around in an unpredictable way, Rhur had to pay more attention into guarding against it so the intensity of his assault dropped.
Finally, the sword reached Rhur, slashing upwards in an angle that was hard to defend against. Rhur’s response could be considered as perfect – he sent his own sword flying out to meet Kiel’s.
The two swords clashed with a sharp clinging noise, sparks flashed from their impact point. The force behind Rhur’s blow was greater, thus, Kiel’s sword was flung back.
Or was it?
The handle of Kiel’s sword was flung back, while the blade…melted down?
The metal blade turned molten yellow and trickled past Rhur’s sword like water.
Rhur had yet to register what just happened when that glowing blob of metal scattered into countless droplets the size of a fingernail.
The glittering drops of metal rained down on Rhur threatening to riddle him full of holes. Smoke enveloped the molten drops, obscuring their exact size and position.
Rhur’s pupils dilated; he quickly darted backwards, his arm swinging his sword furiously left and right, slicing dow
n each droplet one by one. His sword moved so fast it left only a blur in its wake.
A sharp sizzling noise marked each collision of Rhur’s frozen sword with molten metal drops. Steam and smoke intertwined, forming a mist that billowed against Rhur’s body, making it so that even Kiel couldn’t see the result of his attack.
However, the mist couldn’t obscure Kiel’s mana sense. He could feel the fate of every drop he had accelerated towards Rhur.
Kiel didn’t wait for the mist to clear or for Rhur to counterattack. He continued running around, already weaving his next attack, while keeping an almost fully formed Morph spell on standby, in case he needed to create an earth shield at a moment’s notice.
As the mist lifted, it revealed Rhur’s tall and imposing figure.
His mouth was no longer speaking trash, it was morphed into a smile one couldn’t look away from.
A smile that was like a blooming flower, beautiful, graceful, perfect in every way.
Yet, that heart stopping smile, coupled by the look in his eyes and the feel of his aura was…
Downright terrifying.
His light blue eyes burned with cold fury, so frosty that the cold could freeze one down to their bones.
An almost tangible bloodlust wafted out from him in all directions.
His black and blue hair fluttered around him gently.
The crystalline drops of cold sweat glistening on his white skin made him look even more alluring than usual.
Yet, his black, white, and blue image was suddenly invaded by another color.
Streams of crimson unendingly gushed through a large hole in his right upper arm, dying his entire arm blood red.