The Light Festival [3] - Desperate Situations Call For Desperate Measures

Her sword swooshed through the air and stabbed into the ground where Silas was standing. It really looked like she was trying to kill him, but that couldn't be the case, right?

"What are you doing!" She roared, making Silass raise a brow.

'Or is she just crazy? Wait... Can kids go crazy? No, right? They are far too innocent. Though, this world tends to force them to become adults before they're ready.' Silas thought before dodging another one of her attacks.

She moved like a ballerina as her sword and body became one, both dancing to the melody of silence, gasping, and chatter in the background.

Every single one of her attacks were graceful. Yet her piercing blue eyes were far from that...

'Sh*t.' Silas grit his teeth and coursed mana through his body. The official story was that he was a better fighter than he was a mage. That was most obvious since he had only awakened half a month prior. Most people would probably think he ran out of mana when he used the tier-2 spell.

In an instant, his body became more agile. His reflexes became sharper, and his movement somehow became sharper.

And at that very moment, the same thing happened with Nymira.

*Swoosh*

*BOOM*

The entire bubble around the was instantly covered in cracks.

Her attack was so quick. It held so much power...

Half the arena was instantly blown to smithereens, leaving them with the original field of earth and sandy-mud behind.

However, Silas didn't really dodge. Sure, he sidestepped the attack, but he didn't dodge the aftermath of the attack.

"Graceful but deadly, huh..." Silas looked into her eyes.

When the dust finally settled, everyone saw Nymira getting up from the floor a few meters away from Silas.

It looked like she was puking out something; from the dent that remained on her leather armor around her abdomen, it seemed like she had been punched there the moment she missed her attack.

There was a reason this fight felt so boring from the start...

It was because the fight was never really fair.

Sure, she had a martial style, but why would that matter in front of pure strength.

Looking forward, Nymira saw Silas standing 2-meters away from her, his eyes mocking and his stare more than intrusive.

His green eyes... Green? Didn't he have dark brown eyes? Well, it doesn't really matter.

Nymira had realized the difference in power the moment he punched her. From that moment till the point she hit the ground, she had a realization.

Silas was going easy on her.

He used magic to go easy on her.

She was nothing in front of him.

Despite everything she trained for, all those hours her master tortured her with by going into the forest to kill those beasts...

It was for nothing...

'He's not even looking at me...' She grit her teeth when she saw Silas narrow his eyes and momentarily look into the crowd.

Looking to the side, she saw her master watching the battle from a few buildings away. Her face was filled with embarrassment, and even though Gina didn't want her student to see her face, it was too late...

"Are we done?" Silas asked. His voice was filled with genuineness, yet everyone mistook it for mockery, even Nymira.

So when she finally stood up and took her sword into her hand, she was not filled with the determination of wanting to win.

She was filled with the desire to restore her honor and reputation and her master's.

It was the first time she felt this way, so at that moment, her body moved on its own.

*Swoosh*

She was a blur. A bullet.

Her figure appeared in front of Silas in the blink of an eye.

She could feel the toki surrounding her entire body, no longer filled with the grace of a harmonica but instead fueled by a tsunami-like rage.

*BOOM*

Chucks of earth flew into the sky while the bubble of energy seemed like it had been almost shattered by that one hit.

Her sword could be seen poking out of the bubble, and in a second, the choir of laughter was silenced by her voice.

"You must think you're so much better than me." Her voice was filled with spite as she pulled out her blade and pointed it toward Silas, who was now looking at her with a tinge of cautiousness.

"You think you can hold back against me? Let me show you..." She got into a stance that didn't fit her image. Actually, Silas had never seen her use this stance.

Her sword was above her head. Her knees were bent to lower her center of gravity. Her blade was held behind her shoulder instead of in front.

"How much I was holding back."

And at that moment, her body flickered and disappeared.

The next second, Silas felt the hairs at the back of his neck stand up.

Without a second thought, Silas listening to his instincts, spun on his heel, and slammed his other heel right into her side by performing a roundhouse kick.

She had appeared behind him with her sword above her head, yet she didn't waver despite his attack. Did she not feel his attack?

No... She felt it, but she didn't seem to care.

Using wind fusion, Silas tried to jump back, but Nymira didn't let him. The moment her sword sliced down, he saw an arch of wind pressure move toward him. For a second, it had a tinge of toki inside it, but in an instant, that toki disappeared, but the arch didn't.

"Water bolt."

Without a second of hesitation, Silas shot a bolt of water through the arch and toward Nymira, but by the time the arch had dissipated, she was on the floor and already becoming a blur due to her ridiculous speed.

'Wait... Is she faster than me?' Silas' eyes widened when she parted the air and appeared before him.

Silas dodged by the skin of his teeth.

Trying to throw a punch forward, he watched her dodge like a person who didn't care about their body.

Her movements were tight and angular. Her attacks were brutish but effective. Her control over her body allowed her to bend and move out of the way of attacks even while being in mid-air.

It was as if she had become a berserker... And maybe that's what they needed right now...

'Of course not... How could someone like you, bear someone like me?' Silas' eyes close all emotion as he thought that. And in that very moment, it felt like the mood had dropped and color had been drained from the world.

Killing intent gushed out of Silas like water out of a broken floodgate.

Everyone froze.

Cheers were silence.

Everyone was Silenced.

Hell, even his parents and grandmother looked like blood had been drained from their faces.

They looked deathly pale.

But why wouldn't they?

'I have so many tricks up my sleeve...' Two magic circles appeared before his fingers as a sniper of water and earth spell formed mere inches from them.

'Good thing I won't have to use them on you...' Silas sighed while shooting the elemental sniper bullets. Yet, despite the fact that they could have killed her on the spot, they weren't aimed at her.

The barrier around them shattered as the bullets whistled through the air. Before anyone could understand what had happened, two individuals dropped from the buildings a few dozen meters away.

At the same time, Silas reached forward, grabbed onto Nymira's cherry pink hair, and slammed his foot into her face in less than a second.

Call it dirty, but desperate times call for desperate needs.

And what could be considered a more desperate situation than Uladia being invaded?

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