Chapter 625 - Playtime (2/2)

If these fools didn't run, a few really might die. Leonel seemed to have had a sense of propriety in his actions outside of what he had done with his gravity field, but Nigmir didn't seem to care even the slightest bit.

Leonel drifted through the skies. Every time he appeared again, he would only shift a single meter in any direction, but with his calculative abilities, he was able to make use of this single meter as though it was an endless lifeline, shifting through Nigmir's barrage with an almost practiced ease.

However, Nigmir didn't seem to care in the slightest, a savage expression lighting his face.

The wind in the surroundings seemed to only grow more and more volatile. With each spiraling cone of death, the situation only grew worse.

Outside the scope of the battlefield, a violent tempest was being kicked up. If a normal human had been in such a situation, even just walking around would have been impossible.

Tents went flying, dust clouds kicked up, and even keeping one's eyes open became an impossible task.

”Wind Style. Hurricane Paradise.” Nigmir's voice covered the skies.

Kaela's expression changed. 'This madman is using a Style on a freshman?!'

However, what Kaela felt next made her close her mouth. If using a Style on a freshman was shameless, then what could this be called?

Nigmir peered down from above as though a god. He watched Leonel continue to dodge, his lip curling with disdain.

”Four Seasons Realm. Spring's Storm.”

At that instant, what once were violent, uncontrollable winds became even more so. The entirety of the Ore Market seemed to have become Nigmir's domain.

”Do you think that what you saw before was the extent of a senior's prowess?! We went easy on you before, but it seemed that you didn't take our kindness to heart. So, today I'll show you, the difference between a brat like you and the Elites of the King of Ores faction!”

Nigmir was truly and elite amongst elites. Not only had he mastered a Style, but he had also comprehended a Season of the Four Seasons Realm even to the point of perfectly fusing it with his Style.

This wasn't a simply additive change to his strength. The combination of his Style and his Spring Realm was no weaker than if he had comprehended the entirety of the Four Seasons Realm through second hand means. If he mastered a second Season Realm that perfectly fused with his Style, he would even be able to match up to someone who had self comprehended one or two Seasons!

The clouds above reacted to Nigmir's call. The scent of spring hung in the air, the almost metallic scent of wet grass assaulting the senses.

Nigmir rose his arms into the skies as though basking in his own glory. The tempest of wind seemed to only grow more and more powerful, the strands of green, illusory air becoming like whips lashing through the skies.

Nigmir opened his eyes once more, his body brimming with strength.

Then, he exploded forth, booming concentric circles of air lighting his pathway and accelerating him forward.. Playtime was over.