Chapter 88: Invincible

Vinir smirks in victory as he floats towards the smoke where that brat was hit by his fire and wind spells. As he came closer and closer, he frowned, feeling something wrong in the air. He waved his hand and the smoke faded. When the smoke was gone, all that was left was the glass created when his fireballs hit the sand. But where was the brat? Turned to ashes, maybe? That could be plausible.

But still, something was wrong. He knew how it is when someone dies; he can feel their mana in the air leaving their body. It is said that after death, the mana leaves the mortal body of a person and goes on to join nature. But that's only a superstition in his clan, even though it's partially true. The mana doesn't join nature; it goes somewhere that even he doesn't know where. But it's far from joining nature because something always feels ominous with him whenever the mana leaves the mortal body.

He just can't get it.

He can know that because he has always been more gifted on mana sensory than his family. In fact, everyone in his clan has mana sensory, but he is the most gifted of them. He is an important heir to his clan since he can use the Akasha Arts better than anyone, though it has a side-effect, and since mana sensory is one of the vital abilities for the Akasha Arts to work, after all, he is praised as a genius or a prodigy in his clan.

And that's why he feels something is wrong. The brat had a huge mana pool, larger than Imprisonment Stage cultivators. It's simply impossible to store that much mana in such a small body, but it somehow worked...? Trust him, even he doesn't know how that's possible.

He looked around, trying to find any sign of ashes, but then…

"Hmm, so that's how your ability works!" A voice sounded behind him, and it sounded all too familiar.

He swung his arm as he turned around sharply, but hit nothing. He looked around, and found the same brat floating behind him.

He glared at him, and said, "How did you survive that attack? You couldn't have possibly tanked all of that!"

I replied with, "Did you think that something like that was enough to kill someone such as I? You're arrogant enough to think that your weak attack could kill me, but I can forgive that, since a stupid teen such as yourself couldn't have possibly recognize my greatness after I showed such a pathetic form."

Vinir simply waved his hand, and thousands, no, dozens of thousands of fireballs, water glazers, earth spikes, and wind blades appeared behind him, as he said, "Care to repeat that?"

I scoffed at his pathetic attempt to intimidate me, and said, "Hmm, I can also do that, but better!" I snapped my fingers, and the same spells appeared behind me but a hundred times more than his. But even after all that, it barely made a dent to my mana pool.

He gritted his teeth, and said, "What are you!? How can you compete with me in this form!? This doesn't make any sense!"

I snapped my fingers again, and the fireballs, water glazers, earth spikes, and wind blades disappeared, as I said, "You are simply too weak in front of me. My physical strength might be weak at the moment, but believe me, I am more than capable of obliterating you along with this island."

Seeing the spells behind me disappear, Vinir smirked, and said, "Then try it!" He tried to throw all of the spells he made earlier, only to be confused as nothing happened.

He turned around, and saw that the elemental spells he made weren't doing anything but stay still. Yet, he noticed one thing; they were all pointing at him.

"What? You didn't know that if your opponent's mana control is utterly above yours, they can control anything you create through your mana? Of course, they're still aren't my mana, I just control them. It's your choice whether to cancel them or not," I said, enjoying every bit of his growing frustration.

He glared at me even more, and said, "Shut up! Shut up! I don't want to hear this nonsense any longer! Just die!" He tried so many times to command his spells to attack me, but they just wouldn't budge.

"Hmm, I noticed that your personality went to a complete one-eighty degrees. I think your form is somehow influencing your way of thinking," I said after analyzing him for a bit.

That's true. The Vinir earlier was way more calm and efficient, but this guy seems like a child right now. An arrogant child, but a child still.

Glaring even more, and seeing that his magic won't work anymore, Vinir decided to rush at me on his own.

"Raahh!! Die, brat!!" He yelled as he raised his fist against me.

Using enhancing magic, my physical strength was now 10 times stronger than before, and I just countered with a slap.

*BOOM!*

Oops, I think my slap was too strong. He just shot through the ocean. But that slap was more than enough to knock him out, and that should make the others outside of this dimensional box to retrieve him.

Since I was done here, I decided to check on my team and how they are faring against Vinir's team.

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She had clashed with them earlier, and it turned to a stalemate. She needs to get used to this thrill; the thrill of battle.

She took a deep breath, and analytically scanned her opponents. All of them were strong, almost as strong as her. But she's not without advantage either; she has this armor that Auguste gave to her. It's strong and has shock-resistance since it's an enchanted armor. It can afford to tank all of their attacks without her being damaged severely, and that's her greatest advantage over them, other than her element of surprise.

Enchanted armors are just armors with some mana imbued within them. Though the people putting these enchantments are usually called "Magical Scribers", they are able to use written words for anything. She doesn't particularly like to read books, but she remembered reading about that. Words have meanings, and those meanings could be used to attack, defend, create, and destroy, if a person is capable enough of putting mana behind those meanings.

To become a Magical Scriber, one must master the art of control, and the art of magic.

But she doesn't need to think about that right now, she has bigger problems on the loose.

She could trust her back to Alice and Randy. Alice with her fire and healing magic, and Randy with his bombs, but she mainly has to do all the fighting. Auguste told her that. But it's not exactly a bad thing because she's been slacking off lately and with this, she can train, basically.

They circled around her, as their previous clashes have clearly failed to even wound her.

"What? Not going to attack? Cowards!" She mocked them.

"Be careful of your words, missy, or else things might get dirty," One of them growled, the guy with brown hair, just like Randy. The other two were girls, and they have green hair and black hair, respectively.

"Heh, you probably still have wet dreams, don't you? Such a pathetic p*ssy! Even my grandfather can fight better than you!" Well, that's a given, considering that her grandfather was the previous grand elder and is in the Nascent Soul Stage.

Gritting his teeth, the brown haired guy charged at her while holding a sword covered with wind magic.

Apparently, covering your sword with wind magic can increase its sharpness.

She dodged a swing from him, and she countered with an uppercut, but he just moved his head backwards and continued to attack.

Using her left gauntlet to block his sword, she then used her right one to smash his face to pieces!

*BAM!*

He was pushed back, but he managed to form a barrier just in time to block her gauntlet!

The other two backed him up, and knew that they were still in a stalemate.

The only way for this battle to end is if each team gets exhausted, or if Randy gets the timing right and throws a bomb at them, finishing them off. But that's highly unlikely since Scarlet might get hurt in the process as well.

As both teams were waiting for the other to move, they heard a voice, and she knew that voice all too well.

"Since Vinir has been defeated by yours truly, you three are all that's left of your team, and I know just how weak all of you are."