Chapter 900: Clash Of Royals [Pt 3]
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The environmental shift that Kuzon had noticed since the initiation of Kendrick's Original Magic began to grow stronger.
The pressure felt like it was closing in on him, growing stronger and more imposing.
And then...
... Then...
... Nothing happened.
"Hm?" Kuzon cocked his head to the side, his thoughts a little confused about what to expect next.
Kendrick's dumbfounded expression didn't make his confusion any better.
It seemed something was supposed to happen, but nothing was going on. Kuzon considered saying something to ease the awkward silence that had taken solace in the air, but thankfully he didn't have to.
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"W-what?! Why isn't it working?" Kendrick's voice shot out.
'Why isn't he on his knees yet? He should be...' The 9th Prince was on the verge of breaking out in a vicious roar, just thinking about the impossibility occuring in front of him.
[Original Magic: True Domain]
It was his trump card, and Original Magic that was among the best in the Midas Empire, even acknowledged by those superior to him.
It had a very simple, yet complex function; bending his immediate surrounding to his will.
He could make the ground around him break down and become nothing but a swampy mess.
He could remove all the moisture around him completely.
He could make the air heavier and denser, forcefully making anyone in his vicinity to crumble under the pressure.
There were lots of other applications he could utilize, but for the purposes of this match, he had used the third function.
His opponent was meant to be forcefully brought to their knees, or even flat-faced to the ground.
He had used this move over and over again that it already felt predetermined.
Yet, for the first time in so long... someone withstood his power?!
No, it wasn't even about withstanding. It seemed like he wasn't even being affected at all.
Why?
How?
None of it made sense to him.
"Haaa... I see how it is now." The enemy suddenly spoke out, causing Kendrick to become slightly flustered.
Perhaps he could use something else. Something that would instantly overwhelm the target and cause him to be completely submissive to his power.
'If I don't hurry, he'll look down on me. I can't allow that. Anything but that!'
What about removing moisture?
Igniting the oxygen in the air?
Dropping the temperature to the lowest degree possible?
Kendrick tried all of those things, yet...
'... WHY IS NOTHING WORKING?!' His thoughts cried out.
Was it a fluke?
Was his Mana unstable?
Was he doing the Spell wrong?
It was none of those things. There was no problem on his end, so why wasn't he achieving the desired result?
The answer evaded him, and he felt like a fool for even attempting even more variations of his Spell.
'Why can't I just—!'
"... Inferior." The opponent's voice tingled Kendrick's ear in his desperation.
"W-what? What did you just say?"
"I figured it out. The reason why your Magic isn't working on me. It's simply because the energy behind yours is inferior."
"What?!"
Kendrick was confused. What was this fool saying?
"I've said enough. It's time to make good on my promise now."
He wanted to comprehend. He wanted to dig deep until he found the answer. What did he mean by inferior?
"YOUUU VEERRMIIII—"
>SQUELCH!
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The environmental shift that Kuzon had noticed since the initiation of Kendrick's Original Magic began to grow stronger.
The pressure felt like it was closing in on him, growing stronger and more imposing.
And then...
... Then...
... Nothing happened.
"Hm?" Kuzon cocked his head to the side, his thoughts a little confused about what to expect next.
Kendrick's dumbfounded expression didn't make his confusion any better.
It seemed something was supposed to happen, but nothing was going on. Kuzon considered saying something to ease the awkward silence that had taken solace in the air, but thankfully he didn't have to.
*
*
*
"W-what?! Why isn't it working?" Kendrick's voice shot out.
'Why isn't he on his knees yet? He should be...' The 9th Prince was on the verge of breaking out in a vicious roar, just thinking about the impossibility occuring in front of him.
[Original Magic: True Domain]
It was his trump card, and Original Magic that was among the best in the Midas Empire, even acknowledged by those superior to him.
It had a very simple, yet complex function; bending his immediate surrounding to his will.
He could make the ground around him break down and become nothing but a swampy mess.
He could remove all the moisture around him completely.
He could make the air heavier and denser, forcefully making anyone in his vicinity to crumble under the pressure.
There were lots of other applications he could utilize, but for the purposes of this match, he had used the third function.
His opponent was meant to be forcefully brought to their knees, or even flat-faced to the ground.
He had used this move over and over again that it already felt predetermined.
Yet, for the first time in so long... someone withstood his power?!
No, it wasn't even about withstanding. It seemed like he wasn't even being affected at all.
Why?
How?
None of it made sense to him.
"Haaa... I see how it is now." The enemy suddenly spoke out, causing Kendrick to become slightly flustered.
Perhaps he could use something else. Something that would instantly overwhelm the target and cause him to be completely submissive to his power.
'If I don't hurry, he'll look down on me. I can't allow that. Anything but that!'
What about removing moisture?
Igniting the oxygen in the air?
Dropping the temperature to the lowest degree possible?
Kendrick tried all of those things, yet...
'... WHY IS NOTHING WORKING?!' His thoughts cried out.
Was it a fluke?
Was his Mana unstable?
Was he doing the Spell wrong?
It was none of those things. There was no problem on his end, so why wasn't he achieving the desired result?
The answer evaded him, and he felt like a fool for even attempting even more variations of his Spell.
'Why can't I just—!'
"... Inferior." The opponent's voice tingled Kendrick's ear in his desperation.
"W-what? What did you just say?"
"I figured it out. The reason why your Magic isn't working on me. It's simply because the energy behind yours is inferior."
"What?!"
Kendrick was confused. What was this fool saying?
"I've said enough. It's time to make good on my promise now."
He wanted to comprehend. He wanted to dig deep until he found the answer. What did he mean by inferior?
"YOUUU VEERRMIIII—"
>SQUELCH!
The environmental shift that Kuzon had noticed since the initiation of Kendrick's Original Magic began to grow stronger.The pressure felt like it was closing in on him, growing stronger and more imposing.And then... ... Then...... Nothing happened."Hm?" Kuzon cocked his head to the side, his thoughts a little confused about what to expect next.Kendrick's dumbfounded expression didn't make his confusion any better.It seemed something was supposed to happen, but nothing was going on. Kuzon considered saying something to ease the awkward silence that had taken solace in the air, but thankfully he didn't have to.***"W-what?! Why isn't it working?" Kendrick's voice shot out.'Why isn't he on his knees yet? He should be...' The 9th Prince was on the verge of breaking out in a vicious roar, just thinking about the impossibility occuring in front of him.Original Magic: True Domain It was his trump card, and Original Magic that was among the best in the Midas Empire, even acknowledged by those superior to him.It had a very simple, yet complex function; bending his immediate surrounding to his will.He could make the ground around him break down and become nothing but a swampy mess.He could remove all the moisture around him completely.He could make the air heavier and denser, forcefully making anyone in his vicinity to crumble under the pressure.There were lots of other applications he could utilize, but for the purposes of this match, he had used the third function.His opponent was meant to be forcefully brought to their knees, or even flat-faced to the ground.He had used this move over and over again that it already felt predetermined.Yet, for the first time in so long... someone withstood his power?!No, it wasn't even about withstanding. It seemed like he wasn't even being affected at all.Why?How?None of it made sense to him."Haaa... I see how it is now." The enemy suddenly spoke out, causing Kendrick to become slightly flustered.Perhaps he could use something else. Something that would instantly overwhelm the target and cause him to be completely submissive to his power.'If I don't hurry, he'll look down on me. I can't allow that. Anything but that!'What about removing moisture?Igniting the oxygen in the air?Dropping the temperature to the lowest degree possible?Kendrick tried all of those things, yet...'... WHY IS NOTHING WORKING?!' His thoughts cried out.Was it a fluke?Was his Mana unstable?Was he doing the Spell wrong?It was none of those things. There was no problem on his end, so why wasn't he achieving the desired result?The answer evaded him, and he felt like a fool for even attempting even more variations of his Spell.'Why can't I just!'"... Inferior." The opponent's voice tingled Kendrick's ear in his desperation."W-what? What did you just say?""I figured it out. The reason why your Magic isn't working on me. It's simply because the energy behind yours is inferior.""What?!" Kendrick was confused. What was this fool saying?"I've said enough. It's time to make good on my promise now."He wanted to comprehend. He wanted to dig deep until he found the answer. What did he mean by inferior?"YOUUU VEERRMIIII"SQUELCH!
