Ron faced the beast-like druid and the tree spirit.
A gentle breeze accompanies me, my footsteps lightly tread the ground, and my movements are as swift as the wind.
Inside the arena, a lush green vine slapped down, sending Ron tumbling to the side, while simultaneously unleashing a small fire spell at the tree spirit.
Trees should be afraid of fire!
The logic was simple, but the fireball struck the tree spirit squarely, only to be extinguished by the water mist surrounding it.
This must be a water-based creature from another dimension. I'm afraid that using fire would be useless if the fire's power wasn't strong enough.
There are fire tree spirits and water tree spirits that grow in water-rich environments.
In their past lives, they all knew about plants with simple instincts, such as man-eating flowers. However, in the world of high magic, some magical plants have evolved into tree spirits.
However, this situation is quite rare in the physical world; it usually occurs more often in certain dimensional interfaces.
The tree spirit summoned by Keynes was as tall as two people, roughly humanoid, with its tree arms made of vines.
Understanding the situation, Ron dodged the tree-like attacks while pondering a countermeasure. Each time a vine or tree-like attack struck a spot in front of Ron, it caused dirt to splatter everywhere.
To facilitate earth magic, the soil on the arena is actually quite ordinary.
At this moment, chaos erupted in the arena.
Suddenly, the beast-like Keynes, who had been waiting in the back, launched an attack.
Unlike the unconventional summoner who hides in the back, the druid can also transform into a berserker.
The tree spirit, sustained by spiritual power, is to some extent connected with the druid's mind; their combined attack is a perfect match.
Ron didn't have much time to think, as he had to dodge with all his might.
As the beast-like Keynes lunged forward with a claw, the treant, in perfect sync, countered with a slap from behind with its tree palm.
Ron braced himself with his hands on the ground in an arched position, the tree trunk brushing against his face, and he could feel a slight mist of water vapor.
The bottom laner, Keynes, swung his claw upwards.
Ron made an unimaginable turn, and the tree palm almost touched his face again, with the vines spreading beneath it trying to entangle him.
A tiny jump allowed me to avoid the tree spirit's slapping attack, and at the same time, I finally managed to create a small distance between us...
Several times, just a hair's breadth, just a hair's breadth, Keynes just couldn't manage to injure Ron.
Ron, having become familiar with some Druid tactics, finally saw what Keynes looked like, as most of his form had been obscured by the Tree Spirits.
Keynes transformed into a leopard, with far more fur than a B-type human.
Fortunately, the face is still recognizable as that of an intelligent being.
The opponent delivered another simple claw strike.
Ron parried with his sword.
puff!
Their claws were like weapons, and the sound of them clashing was just like that of real weapons.
Mental perception.
Sure enough, the tree trunk came slapping down from above again, but this time Ron had a plan!
Take a bold leap.
With a leap using wind-based movement techniques, Ron landed directly on the tree trunk.
Using the tree trunk as a path, Ron stepped forward and plunged into the heart of the tree spirit's territory.
The tree spirit's abdomen is where multiple elements converge; this may be where the tree spirit's magic crystal is located.
If you attack, you must defend.
A sword strike pierced by the wind!
when!
It wasn't the tree spirit that blocked it, but rather Keynes who arrived in a burst of power.
"Don't hurt the big tree!"
This is the first time I've heard a young druid speak; he sounds just like a little boy!
Druids, like elves, are long-lived beings. Their minds at this age are certainly not as sharp as Ron's, but they are still geniuses among geniuses.
In the mainland exchange matches, there are few events that can make Ron focus solely on dodging for a period of time.
"I wanted to win, I'm sorry."
Ron struck again with his sword, during which a small magic circle appeared above his left hand.
Pure wind magic, spinning blade.
Since single-target fire magic isn't very effective, let's just compare the effectiveness of wind magic!
Ron's sword strike forced Keynes to block it, and as he tried to return to save the Tree Spirit, the swirling wind blade changed its angle.
The wind blade was about to strike the tree spirit's abdomen!
Suddenly, a mist rose from the belly of the tree spirit!
The wind blades lost much of their power after striking the water mist.
puff!
I won!
Ron doesn't look at the results.
retreat!
The spot was then slapped by the tree trunk, splashing mud everywhere.
At this moment, the tree spirit turned its two tree hands around and protected the young Keynes.
This was like a natural wooden shield, and Ron wondered if he should bombard the tree spirit with magic.
Preparing magic first is never a bad idea.
He channeled his mental energy to cast a larger wind spell in front of him.
The more powerful magic took some time, during which the tree spirit once again opened its two tree arms.
Keynes with an angry expression reappears.
"Ron, you've angered me."
Ron was preparing his magic, while Keynes, under the protection of the tree spirit, officially entered his berserk state.
Keynes was furious and could only explain that the Tree Spirit was very important to him, but Ron's weak single-target spells would not seriously injure the Tree Spirit.
All I want is for the tree spirit to leave this world as soon as possible.
The young druid's simple reason for anger was met with a stern response from Ron!
"A storm is coming!"
A strong wind suddenly appeared in the arena!
A high-level mage's long preparation time for a single strike, dealing area damage, is excellent against agile opponents.
The sandstorm was swept into the eye of the storm, and even a small army on the other side could easily handle it.
The elemental radiance of the three-layered composite magic array in front of Ron was clearly visible to people in the distance.
Beautiful things often bring destruction.
After going berserk, Keynes regained his senses, and a water element followed him around.
"Big Tree, you go back first."
The tree spirit disappeared, leaving only a cloud of water-based mist at the scene.
The dimensional rifts healed much faster.
A dimensional rift has appeared, proving that the Water Tree Spirit is not a pure elemental projection. No wonder Keynes was in such a hurry back then.
The beast-like leopard body charged into the storm.
The water layer reduces damage, and few people can see what happened in the area before the storm subsides.
Even the sounds of weapons clashing were drowned out by the storm.
Ron was just waiting for Keynes, who was covered in minor wounds, to rush out and meet him with his sword.
The opponent was too fast, forcing Ron to unleash even more of his power against the berserker.
The water and wind elements of the two constantly intersected, resulting in repeated near-misses and clashes.
The storm is gradually subsiding…
Ron remained standing, while Keynes reverted to his Druid form and lay down in the ring.
"The victor is Ron!"
Ron's clothes were in tatters, reminding him once again that it was best not to give the berserker a chance to go berserk!
The other party was protected by tree spirits, but they had no choice.
The people in the audience were somewhat puzzled.
"Was that druid defeated by magic? But why are Ron Lance's clothes torn?"
What happened next to the sandstorm?!
"Can professionals engage in fierce battles under these circumstances without reaching the Master level?"
"Ignoring the small sandstorm..."
"..."
In any case, after resting for a while, Ron faced the next person!
He bowed, and the competition began.
Victory! Let's start again!
Time passed little by little.
Ron didn't encounter any more troublesome opponents after that, but the fact that his opponents went all out without holding back still made Ron realize the genius of the continent's prodigies!
Lacking sufficient strength, a few guys actually wanted to trick Ron.
However, Ron didn't hold back and knocked them off the stage.
It was afternoon, and I suddenly felt a bit hungry, so I checked the other arenas.
There were two arenas, Ron noted.
The two were dressed as neatly as they were before the match.
Good heavens, are the other geniuses on the mainland not even worthy of touching the hem of someone's clothes?
Or perhaps the opponent isn't hiding their strength and is going all out from the start, but Ron still reminded himself to be careful of these two.
A man and a woman. Judging from their school uniforms, the man is from the Royal Academy of the Rich Empire, while the female magician is from the Royal Academy of the Carlo Magic Empire.
As expected, Philo held on until the very end, though one of his defenders was replaced in the final round.
For a time, it was a male puppeteer from the Underdark who guarded the ninth arena.
Puppet masters still primarily utilize mental power, creating a mental burden on the soul; puppets can be used in competitions.
In the individual competition of the Mainland College Exchange Tournament, two of the top ten finishers came from the Underdark...
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