Chapter 450 Prince Findir Of The Northern Wind (14)



"I don't know why you're calling me a demon when you're that fucking large. You might as well have a mountain condensed into each muscle… I can hardly penetrate my senses through that thick amount of flesh you have." 

"There is no need to sense my heartbeat or breathing patterns. You are bound to lose so at least go out with honor… unless you aren't a real noble," The man spoke down on me, the surrounding dark elves staring at me with malicious eyes. Clearly, they were rooting against me… 

Gripping the sword in my hand, I walked towards him, my free hand out for a handshake. Quickly, using the same techniques that Orion used, I switched myself into a more friendly manner, my entire being exuding a likable and friendly take on my mannerism. 

"I like you. Let's have an honorable match then. One between two knights, chivalry the only thing binding our words and promises," I smiled, the young man taken slightly off guard before shaking my hand and once again smiling back at me.

"Then we shall take ten steps from each other," He announced, and with a sudden switch and turn on his heel, he revealed his back to me. It was so open that it was suspicious and since I was personally informed by Nell to not underestimate the top 5 students, I played along with his game, looking for anything I could use. 

Tup Tup Tup Tup Tup Tup Tup Tup Tup Tup 

As I turned around, I tossed the sword to the side. This was my first chivalrous duel, yet, I had no intention of upholding such a thing. If I got a chance to win, I would take it, but for now, I had to play along.

There was no verbal cue as to when the duel had started so I took this chance to close the gap between us in an instant. Unsurprisingly, unlike the previous dark elf, he reacted quickly, going for an uppercut straight to my chin. 

FWOOSH 

ƥandasnovel·ƈom A gust of wind followed his fist as that blocky mass of bone and muscle just barely grazed my long hair. I had dodged, but only by a few inches. Any closer and my entire head would have absolutely been taken off my neck. 

"You're trying to kill me, you bastard." 

"So are you…" He smiled back, his extended punch suddenly wrapping around my neck like a snake and pulling me in for a knee meant to shatter my skull. It was so fast that I could only block with both of my hands, allowing him to flip me over, changing my visual perspective in just a mere moment. 

As I was upside down, the man lifted his leg up, attempting an axe kick without even giving me a chance to breathe in the air… but he was underestimating me. I had been feeling out whether all of this was really equal, but from my perspective, it was so clear and obvious that he was using magic to enhance his speed. Nobody but Orion or Aisa or the demon lords or even the demon god could pull that off… so there was no way this bark-banging twat could pull something off like that. 

"Although, I guess I was a fool for believing something from a guy like you… [Throne World…"  I think you should take a look at pandasnovel.com

His eyes snapped open and with a bodacious smirk, he muttered with me in unison. "[Throne World…" 

As if all of the surrounding students knew, they took a step back and all of the teachers that had been gathered created a barrier of wind which our throne worlds began to form around. They created space that had never been there in the first place, displaying just how strong we both were to the entire academy. 

"...Devastated Land of The Wind King]."

"...Wind Bashing Vortex]." 

His side of the arena and past was a world of wind. The floor was made of wind, the sky was made of wind, and just the surrounding wind swirling around everybody was strong enough to cut them without even trying. On the other hand, mine took more of a real-world with an open dirt expanse littered with elven corpses. Tornados formed on occasion, but other than that and the cloudy sky, there was nothing else. Just a battlefield that had been emptied of all hatred and all anger and all adrenaline and all clashing ideals. 

"Is this your ideal world? Is this what the system thinks of you and what beliefs your soul could hold?" The dark elf asked, the extras practically fading from our isolated duel. Both realities clashed against each other, utterly equal at this point. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" 

"If you don't even know that… then you really don't deserve to hold so much power!" 

His throne world suddenly overtook mine with sharp gusts of the wind darting towards me, infiltrating my own throne world. So, I quickly retaliated, using the surrounding tornados as javelins that easily consumed the blades of wind and poured into the dark elf's own throne world. 

From all sides, the surrounding ground, walls, and sky of wind attempted to consume each and every tornado, but as I reinforced it with my own [Advanced Air Magic], it tore through each feeble swirling attempt. 

"What the…" My face paled as all of his wind diverted from the tornado and gushed towards me like a rushing river. There was so much that even as I attempted to use [Flight] to escape and [Wind Control] to push back against the rushing gusts, I was getting sliced up and injured. 

It had to have lasted for at least a few minutes until we could no longer keep up our throne worlds. All of our mana had been drained and at the same time, we were so injured and pouring so much blood that Nell had to step in and announce the match was over. 

"Just let it go… you made your point. I doubt anybody is going to retaliate…"