Chapter 32: Shedding off burden (2/2)

“You actually wore so many arcane master weights on your body!”

Dyfer suddenly felt his body run cold. In the short time he said these few words, Rinloran’s figure already vanished from his vision.

His breath suddenly froze. Magenta arcane particles flickered under his feet as he charged more than ten meters forwards in a flash.

When he turned his head back, Rinloran’s silhouette was at the spot he previously occupied.

“You!”

Dyfer was extremely alarmed and angry. After removing all his arcane master weights, Rinloran was turned out to be so fast he couldn’t even clearly see him.

“So fast!”

Ayrin’s eyes were already dizzy. He only saw a blur, and then Rinloran was already behind Dyfer. If not for Dyfer’s reaction being also fast enough, he’d certainly have been hit in the back and struck flying already.

“Indeed, no other bloodline could compare to someone with high-level elven blood when it comes to speed and agility.”

Belo exposed an expression that said he expected as much. He ground his teeth, very much like a savage beast. “Ayrin, help me and Rinloran stall Kybaver for a bit. I’ll go sort out Yurou first, then I’ll help you handle Kybaver or help Rinloran against Dyfer.”

He charged in Yurou’s direction, dragging many afterimages after him, without even waiting for Ayrin’s agreement.

“Is this the true strength of high-level eleven blood? People with high-level elven blood are already so frighteningly fast even during the arcanist stage?”

Dyfer once again lost sight of Rinloran’s shadow. He subconsciously used a wind walking arcane skill. The moment he flew out along with the raging winds, he saw several strands cut off from his hair. The afterimage of a hand flew past his neck, almost pasted to it.

Drips of cold sweat oozed from his back. Even the raging winds blown up by his arcane skill had no way to blow them dry.

“You were correct, there’s a very great difference in strength between those who can condense arcane particles and those who can’t. However, the difference is only in the power of your moves.”

Rinloran’s ice-cold face looked at the pallid Dyfer standing inside the raging winds. “But as long as you have no way at all to hit me, then it’s all useless no matter how mighty your moves!”

At this moment, Ayrin was already facing Kybaver.

Kybaver probably had the same kind of thought as Belo. He wanted to sort out Ayrin immediately, then go help Dyfer. That was why, the moment Ayrin charged his way, he also charged at Ayrin as fast as he could.

“Ardent Whirlwinds!”

The moment their two figures were about to come into contact, Ayrin suddenly stretched his hands out in a surprise attack and used Ardent Whirlwinds, with its extremely fast execution and large area of effect.

“Ah!”

However, the instant the ten spinning wind whips swept out, Ayrin lost tracks of Kybaver.

Kybaver’s body actually fell straight down toward the side. The moment his face was about to be pasted on the ground, his body actually started to spin, with the palm of his right hand as the axis of rotation, one sweeping foot landing on Ayrin.

“Bang!” Ayrin’s body shot out, swept away by his kick like a piece of deadwood.

After kicking Ayrin away, Kybaver propped himself on a single hand and immediately jumped up.

His gaze swept around. He saw Yurou’s hands and face already covered in bloodstains, beaten black and blue by Belo to the point he was about to hug his head and hop about pathetically. On the other side, Dyfer used his arcane skills to dodge nonstop, facing a Rinloran who kept appearing around him like a devil. He had simply no opportunity at all to act, but he probably wouldn’t be beaten before his arcane particles ran out.

That was why he decided he would first charge at Belo, then face Rinloran with the there of them acting in concert.

“Ouch, Belo was right, you’re indeed very strong.” What made him stunned however was that, together with the voice, Ayrin had already climbed up from the ground. He rubbed his chest and walked his way him.

“Is he that resistant?”

Kybaver had a little trouble understanding for a while. He was extremely confident in his own strength. An ordinary student couldn’t possibly get back up when hit by his Whirlwind Spin.

“Explosive Air Surge!”

“Flurry of Leaves!”

“Ah!” A miserable scream rose. Ayrin once again flew out, hit by at least a dozen palms.

Kybaver rubbed his face scraped scorching raw by the air, and thought with disbelief, “Explosive Air Surge, isn’t that teacher Carter’s move? This guy only joined not long ago, how can he already use Ardent Whirlwinds and Explosive Air Surge?”

“This guy’s really too hateful, he actually used Chris’ move to hit me!”

Landing heavily on the ground, his breath almost cut off by the fall, Ayrin’s mood was entirely different.

Just now, Kybaver’s move hit him once again as soon as he managed to clearly see it. And what made him most irritated was, this move was one Chris used during the match.

“I won’t believe I can’t beat you!”

Black patches danced in his eyes from the blow, cold sweat poured down his face as if it were a river. Ayrin stood up once again, refusing to resign himself to defeat.

“He can still stand up?”

Seeing Ayrin stand up all of a sudden, Kybaver almost jumped in fright.