Chapter 201: 201
If audio player doesn't work, press Stop then Play button again
Saville's teacher once overheard from another member of the council, that someone gathered all the living but maddened witnesses, and from their nonsensical ramblings, pieced out the same point—"the kid is the devil"... which did not tell them much since, in a way or another, most of them were related to demons, and in their world, devils and demons were not that far apart.
Even so, the man still warned Saville, that if he ever met Caelian Elysium on a battlefield, he must get rid of him as quickly as possible. This was a warning that everyone in the Order would tell their young students, to stay away from Caelian Elysium. He was a dark horse, too unpredictable.
At that time, Saville had replied that it was impossible since Caelian Elysium was under tight watch of his parents and would never be brave enough to join any battles, much less the Battle of the Underground Beings.
But now...
Staring at the young teenage boy in front of him now, who was getting bigger and bigger in his view, Saville could not help but wonder why he decided to join the elimination battle. "Did he want the prize of the Battle as well?" Saville thought as he readied another spell in his Soul Dimension. "A protected rich brat like him?"
When he was only a split second away from Caelian, his aura grew exponentially as he raised his falchion, finished forming the required symbol in his Soul Dimension, and roared, "Frost Needles!"
When he slashed down, hundreds of needles that were as thin as hair appeared from the blade and sent toward Caelian.
This time, Caelian did not just stand there. Those needles were too thin, unlike the shards before. Even if he could block most of them, there would undoubtedly be some that could penetrate through his Wind Shield, unless he focused his soul power to condense the wind into a completely solid form. However, that would take too much of his soul power and was not a good trade, given that he could just physically move himself.
He jumped aside, rolling around in midair, before landing 5 meters away from his original spot, having dodged all the needles. Just as he was about to look at Saville, he felt a change in the atmosphere around him.
"Frost Needles!"
When another attack came at him, Caelian immediately jumped up in midair, creating a small tornado that propelled him up to 10 meters high.
TIK!
TIK!
TIK!
All the needles hit the ground in a series of tik-tik-tik sound, and the area that was hit by the needles were soon covered in frost, and it kept expanding until the whole ground was covered in a thick layer of ice. The frost did not stop there. It climbed up the side quickly, and eventually, the whole place, from top to bottom, was covered in a frost.
Caelian looked around him and thought that the battlefield resembled an igloo, but even so, he remained unfazed.
The temperature of the entire battlefield changed all of a sudden, plunging the place that was already cold into below 0 degree Celsius.
"Achoo!"
"Achoo!"
Even though there was a protective dome separating the spectators from the participants, they could still feel the chill that somehow managed to seep out through the ward. Some of them had even put on their coats, having predicted that this might happen.
"Nowhere to run?" Saville sneered as he looked at the kid who was hovering in midair, standing above a tornado.
Caelian narrowed his eyes, showing his first emotion since he made his appearance.
While not exactly water, Saville's ability was enhanced by the environment they were in. Now that the battle stage was completely covered in ice, it only served to his advantage. Caelian had to be careful the whole time.
Caelian was sure that once he landed on the ground, or if his body so much as touched any of the covered areas, he would be at his losing ends.
"Not bad…" he said, looking up at Saville who was standing with both feet on the ground, completely unaffected by the coldness of the room. "Keeping me in midair is a trick to force me to expend my soul power… This technique isn't in your records..."
"You wind users are all the same," Saville sneered with an arrogant tone. "I actually created this technique to deal with that bloody Rockefeller, but who knows that I would have to deal with you on the first round. Anyway, I have a few more tricks up my sleeves. Let's see if you can make me use all of them…"
Caelian raised a brow at the challenge. Putting his right hand in front of him, he aimed at Saville and murmured, "Wind Bullets!"
As he spoke, he finished drawing the symbol in his Soul Dimension, and the same symbol appeared on the palm of his right hand. The "air" that surrounded them rippled violently, as if something was being pulled out of every molecule of the water that appeared as "air".
The "air" around Caelian became more and more violent, and the 12-year-old suddenly smiled slightly as he lowered his right hand and aimed at Saville's feet as he said, "Shoot!"
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
A series of wind bullets were shot out from his right palm, heading toward Saville's feet.
"Not that easy!" Saville laughed as he jumped up into midair.
"Trap set!" Caelian grinned wickedly as another symbol appeared on his palm.
"What?!" Saville's eyes widened, and he quickly looked under him, only to see a tornado coming from below him. He was unable to dodge quickly enough… or form a spell symbol in his Soul Dimension.
BAM!!!
Even with using his falchion as a shield, he was still badly hit by the tornado and sent flying in an upward trajectory with his body bent into a U until he hit the top part of the protective dome.
"Urgh!" Saville vomited a mouthful of blood from the impact. His body then fell freefall, heading toward the frozen ground that was stained with his blood.
"Not yet!" Caelian said as he aimed up at Saville again. A different symbol appeared in front of his right palm as he said calmly, "Wind Grab!"
Please report us if you find any errors so we can fix it asap!
Saville's teacher once overheard from another member of the council, that someone gathered all the living but maddened witnesses, and from their nonsensical ramblings, pieced out the same point—"the kid is the devil"... which did not tell them much since, in a way or another, most of them were related to demons, and in their world, devils and demons were not that far apart.
Even so, the man still warned Saville, that if he ever met Caelian Elysium on a battlefield, he must get rid of him as quickly as possible. This was a warning that everyone in the Order would tell their young students, to stay away from Caelian Elysium. He was a dark horse, too unpredictable.
At that time, Saville had replied that it was impossible since Caelian Elysium was under tight watch of his parents and would never be brave enough to join any battles, much less the Battle of the Underground Beings.
But now...
Staring at the young teenage boy in front of him now, who was getting bigger and bigger in his view, Saville could not help but wonder why he decided to join the elimination battle. "Did he want the prize of the Battle as well?" Saville thought as he readied another spell in his Soul Dimension. "A protected rich brat like him?"
When he was only a split second away from Caelian, his aura grew exponentially as he raised his falchion, finished forming the required symbol in his Soul Dimension, and roared, "Frost Needles!"
When he slashed down, hundreds of needles that were as thin as hair appeared from the blade and sent toward Caelian.
This time, Caelian did not just stand there. Those needles were too thin, unlike the shards before. Even if he could block most of them, there would undoubtedly be some that could penetrate through his Wind Shield, unless he focused his soul power to condense the wind into a completely solid form. However, that would take too much of his soul power and was not a good trade, given that he could just physically move himself.
He jumped aside, rolling around in midair, before landing 5 meters away from his original spot, having dodged all the needles. Just as he was about to look at Saville, he felt a change in the atmosphere around him.
"Frost Needles!"
When another attack came at him, Caelian immediately jumped up in midair, creating a small tornado that propelled him up to 10 meters high.
TIK!
TIK!
TIK!
All the needles hit the ground in a series of tik-tik-tik sound, and the area that was hit by the needles were soon covered in frost, and it kept expanding until the whole ground was covered in a thick layer of ice. The frost did not stop there. It climbed up the side quickly, and eventually, the whole place, from top to bottom, was covered in a frost.
Caelian looked around him and thought that the battlefield resembled an igloo, but even so, he remained unfazed.
The temperature of the entire battlefield changed all of a sudden, plunging the place that was already cold into below 0 degree Celsius.
"Achoo!"
"Achoo!"
Even though there was a protective dome separating the spectators from the participants, they could still feel the chill that somehow managed to seep out through the ward. Some of them had even put on their coats, having predicted that this might happen.
"Nowhere to run?" Saville sneered as he looked at the kid who was hovering in midair, standing above a tornado.
Caelian narrowed his eyes, showing his first emotion since he made his appearance.
While not exactly water, Saville's ability was enhanced by the environment they were in. Now that the battle stage was completely covered in ice, it only served to his advantage. Caelian had to be careful the whole time.
Caelian was sure that once he landed on the ground, or if his body so much as touched any of the covered areas, he would be at his losing ends.
"Not bad…" he said, looking up at Saville who was standing with both feet on the ground, completely unaffected by the coldness of the room. "Keeping me in midair is a trick to force me to expend my soul power… This technique isn't in your records..."
"You wind users are all the same," Saville sneered with an arrogant tone. "I actually created this technique to deal with that bloody Rockefeller, but who knows that I would have to deal with you on the first round. Anyway, I have a few more tricks up my sleeves. Let's see if you can make me use all of them…"
Caelian raised a brow at the challenge. Putting his right hand in front of him, he aimed at Saville and murmured, "Wind Bullets!"
As he spoke, he finished drawing the symbol in his Soul Dimension, and the same symbol appeared on the palm of his right hand. The "air" that surrounded them rippled violently, as if something was being pulled out of every molecule of the water that appeared as "air".
The "air" around Caelian became more and more violent, and the 12-year-old suddenly smiled slightly as he lowered his right hand and aimed at Saville's feet as he said, "Shoot!"
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
A series of wind bullets were shot out from his right palm, heading toward Saville's feet.
"Not that easy!" Saville laughed as he jumped up into midair.
"Trap set!" Caelian grinned wickedly as another symbol appeared on his palm.
"What?!" Saville's eyes widened, and he quickly looked under him, only to see a tornado coming from below him. He was unable to dodge quickly enough… or form a spell symbol in his Soul Dimension.
BAM!!!
Even with using his falchion as a shield, he was still badly hit by the tornado and sent flying in an upward trajectory with his body bent into a U until he hit the top part of the protective dome.
"Urgh!" Saville vomited a mouthful of blood from the impact. His body then fell freefall, heading toward the frozen ground that was stained with his blood.
"Not yet!" Caelian said as he aimed up at Saville again. A different symbol appeared in front of his right palm as he said calmly, "Wind Grab!"
Saville's teacher once overheard from another member of the council, that someone gathered all the living but maddened witnesses, and from their nonsensical ramblings, pieced out the same point"the kid is the devil"... which did not tell them much since, in a way or another, most of them were related to demons, and in their world, devils and demons were not that far apart. Even so, the man still warned Saville, that if he ever met Caelian Elysium on a battlefield, he must get rid of him as quickly as possible. This was a warning that everyone in the Order would tell their young students, to stay away from Caelian Elysium. He was a dark horse, too unpredictable. At that time, Saville had replied that it was impossible since Caelian Elysium was under tight watch of his parents and would never be brave enough to join any battles, much less the Battle of the Underground Beings. But now... Staring at the young teenage boy in front of him now, who was getting bigger and bigger in his view, Saville could not help but wonder why he decided to join the elimination battle. "Did he want the prize of the Battle as well?" Saville thought as he readied another spell in his Soul Dimension. "A protected rich brat like him?" When he was only a split second away from Caelian, his aura grew exponentially as he raised his falchion, finished forming the required symbol in his Soul Dimension, and roared, "Frost Needles!" When he slashed down, hundreds of needles that were as thin as hair appeared from the blade and sent toward Caelian. This time, Caelian did not just stand there. Those needles were too thin, unlike the shards before. Even if he could block most of them, there would undoubtedly be some that could penetrate through his Wind Shield, unless he focused his soul power to condense the wind into a completely solid form. However, that would take too much of his soul power and was not a good trade, given that he could just physically move himself. He jumped aside, rolling around in midair, before landing 5 meters away from his original spot, having dodged all the needles. Just as he was about to look at Saville, he felt a change in the atmosphere around him. "Frost Needles!" When another attack came at him, Caelian immediately jumped up in midair, creating a small tornado that propelled him up to 10 meters high. TIK! TIK! TIK! All the needles hit the ground in a series of tik-tik-tik sound, and the area that was hit by the needles were soon covered in frost, and it kept expanding until the whole ground was covered in a thick layer of ice. The frost did not stop there. It climbed up the side quickly, and eventually, the whole place, from top to bottom, was covered in a frost. Caelian looked around him and thought that the battlefield resembled an igloo, but even so, he remained unfazed. The temperature of the entire battlefield changed all of a sudden, plunging the place that was already cold into below 0 degree Celsius. "Achoo!" "Achoo!" Even though there was a protective dome separating the spectators from the participants, they could still feel the chill that somehow managed to seep out through the ward. Some of them had even put on their coats, having predicted that this might happen. "Nowhere to run?" Saville sneered as he looked at the kid who was hovering in midair, standing above a tornado. Caelian narrowed his eyes, showing his first emotion since he made his appearance. While not exactly water, Saville's ability was enhanced by the environment they were in. Now that the battle stage was completely covered in ice, it only served to his advantage. Caelian had to be careful the whole time. Caelian was sure that once he landed on the ground, or if his body so much as touched any of the covered areas, he would be at his losing ends. "Not bad" he said, looking up at Saville who was standing with both feet on the ground, completely unaffected by the coldness of the room. "Keeping me in midair is a trick to force me to expend my soul power This technique isn't in your records..." "You wind users are all the same," Saville sneered with an arrogant tone. "I actually created this technique to deal with that bloody Rockefeller, but who knows that I would have to deal with you on the first round. Anyway, I have a few more tricks up my sleeves. Let's see if you can make me use all of them" Caelian raised a brow at the challenge. Putting his right hand in front of him, he aimed at Saville and murmured, "Wind Bullets!" As he spoke, he finished drawing the symbol in his Soul Dimension, and the same symbol appeared on the palm of his right hand. The "air" that surrounded them rippled violently, as if something was being pulled out of every molecule of the water that appeared as "air". The "air" around Caelian became more and more violent, and the 12-year-old suddenly smiled slightly as he lowered his right hand and aimed at Saville's feet as he said, "Shoot!" BAM! BAM! BAM! A series of wind bullets were shot out from his right palm, heading toward Saville's feet. "Not that easy!" Saville laughed as he jumped up into midair. "Trap set!" Caelian grinned wickedly as another symbol appeared on his palm. "What?!" Saville's eyes widened, and he quickly looked under him, only to see a tornado coming from below him. He was unable to dodge quickly enough or form a spell symbol in his Soul Dimension. BAM!!! Even with using his falchion as a shield, he was still badly hit by the tornado and sent flying in an upward trajectory with his body bent into a U until he hit the top part of the protective dome. "Urgh!" Saville vomited a mouthful of blood from the impact. His body then fell freefall, heading toward the frozen ground that was stained with his blood. "Not yet!" Caelian said as he aimed up at Saville again. A different symbol appeared in front of his right palm as he said calmly, "Wind Grab!"
