True Prodigy

'F*ck!! What the hell was that skill?!' John inwardly cursed as he clumsily jumped back to evade Shye's attack, feeling utterly weak after suffering just a single hit.

He hadn't even heard of such a skill, let alone encountered one.

At this point, John couldn't help but slightly panic. So far, nothing he did worked. In addition to this, the dastardly mage was somehow…not only fending off his attacks but also defeating him in melee battles.

He simply couldn't wrap his head around what was happening, and he couldn't accept it. He could never…

'This won't do…I need to stop thinking about saving trump cards, otherwise, I might not be able to reach the finals!' 

Initially, John thought that this fight would be a mere walk in the park, after all, if a mage's abilities hit nothing but air, they were toast.