"Third Test: The first two battles"

As Enrichi and his friends stormed away, Miro turned to Luna, a mixture of awe and relief on his face. "That was...something," he said, still processing what had just happened.

"What, you didn't think I could handle him?" Luna said, sounding a bit smug. "Please, I deal with bullies like him all the time. He's all bark and no bite.". Miro chuckled, shaking his head. "No, I didn't doubt you for a second," he said wryly. "But I didn't think you'd start a fight with him right before our final test."

As the announcer's voice echoed across the training ground, Miro and Luna realized that it was time for the third test to begin. They saw the other students starting to gather in groups, each batch standing together. "Well see you later dragon boy! Good luck on the final test!!" Luna said with a huge smile on her face and she went to her batch.

Miro chuckled at her cheerfulness. "Good luck to you too," he called back, watching as she went off to join her batch. He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the upcoming test.

Miro approached his batch, finding a spot amongst the other students. They were all chatting amongst themselves, some looking nervous, others excited. Miro felt a mix of both emotions as he waited for the test to begin.

Professor Liana approached them and said "Batch five your room will be room 202. Go there and your test three will start. There will be new instructors who will observed and judge you." Professor Liana said sternly and left. The students nodded and went there quickly. As the students filed into the room, they were all awed by the sight before them. The room looked like an arena, with a large open space in the center. In the middle of the space stood a massive magical robot, its metallic body gleaming under the bright lights. The robot was unlike anything any of them had seen before. It was sleek and intimidating, with powerful limbs and a glowing eye that seemed to stare at them with a menacing look. The announcer ordered them to sit at the chairs and began to speak, explaining the details of the test.

The announcer's voice echoed through the room. "Students, welcome to the third test. Today, you will face our magical combat robot in a one-on-one match. The robot has been programmed with several different levels of difficulty. You will each take turns facing it in a fight, and will have the chance to show off your skills. The difficulty level will adapt to each student based on their magic power and fighting style. Your goal is to defeat the robot or withstand its attacks until the match ends."

The announcer paused, letting the information sink in. "Are there any questions?" he asked. Nobody spoke up, the room filled only with the sound of nervous anticipation. "No questions? Good," the announcer said. "Then let the first match begin!" The first student to face the robot was a boy with short brown hair and a determined expression on his face. He stepped forward, taking his position in the center of the arena

The boy focused his energy, calling upon his magic to form a shield of ice around him. He then launched forward, charging straight at the robot. The robot reacted quickly, its mechanical limbs moving with lightning speed. It dodged the boy's attack and counterattacked with a powerful blow, sending the boy flying backwards.

The boy stumbled but quickly regained his footing, already forming a new strategy in his mind. He weaved between the robot's flailing limbs, narrowly avoiding being skewered by its metal hands. He then sent a barrage of ice spears flying towards the robot, his aim true. The robot spun, dodging some spears but getting hit by others, its metallic body dented and damaged. It let out a low buzz, its programming adjusting to the boy's fighting style. Its next move was a whirlwind attack, spinning its metallic arms at a rapid speed.

The robot unleashed its whirlwind attack, its arms spinning with such speed that they became a blur. The boy had to shield himself with a thick wall of ice, which crackled and splintered under the onslaught of the robot's blows.

But the boy wasn't one to give up easily. As the robot focused its attacks on the ice wall, he weaved and dodged, searching for an opening. Finally, he found one and quickly, he sent the broken pieces of shattered ice flying at the robot, striking it in its exposed joints.

The robot stumbled, its movements becoming sluggish as the damage accumulated. The boy sensed its weakness and unleashed a final, powerful burst of ice magic, freezing the robot in place. The robot struggled against the ice, trying to free itself, but it was too late. The boy stepped back, panting heavily, his magic drained but a victorious smile on his face.The announcer's voice rang out, "The match is over.! What's your name young man?"

Ezekiel, panting heavily and still basking in his victory, answered the announcer's question. "My name is Ezekiel," he called out, his voice still shaky from the intensity of the match. The room erupted in applause and cheers, the other students impressed by the Ezekiel's display of skill and determination. The boy, now exhausted but ecstatic, raised his fist in victory.

Miro watched as Ezekiel, the boy who just finished his fight with the robot, stood in the center of the arena. He was impressed by the boy's skill and determination, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at the thought of having to face the robot himself.

The announcer's voice echoed through the room again, his words causing a ripple of excitement among the watching students. "The next match will begin soon! The second competitor to face the robot is a young lady with a magical affinity for fire. Good luck, and may the best fighter win!" The student entered the arena, it was a petite girl with fierce eyes and confidence radiating from her stance. Her magic element was fire. She stepped forward, her hands balled into fists as she prepared to face the robot.

The petite girl, her fiery magic swirling around her hand, nodded in determination. She took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for the upcoming fight. The robot, already reset from the previous match, turned its mechanical eye to her, its gears grinding as it prepared itself as well.

The robot made the first move, its limbs shooting forward in a series of rapid blows. The girl dodged them with ease, her petite frame allowing her to dart and weave between the robot's attacks with uncanny agility. The girl, having narrowly dodged the robot's initial attack, quickly recovered and launched her own offensive. Flames burst from her hands, shooting towards the robot in rapid succession.

The robot responded, its metallic body adapting quickly to the girl's magic. It evaded some of the fiery projectiles, but others hit it, scorching its metal skin. It countered with a series of powerful blows, each impact causing the girl to stumble back, her face contorted in pain and determination.The girl, now getting into the flow of the battle, responded to the robot's beam with a beam of fire of her own. The two beams collided in a spectacular explosion, each side pushing against the other, struggling for dominance. The girl gritted her teeth, pouring all her magic power into her beam, trying to overpower the robot's. The robot, on the other hand, was unfazed, its gears grinding and whirring as it continued to power its attack, adapting to the girl's magic and increasing its own power to match hers.

The clash between the two beams continued, neither side giving an inch. The girl, her face set in a determined expression, was giving it her all, her magical power stretched to its limits. The robot, its metallic body showing signs of damage but undeterred, stood motionless, its beam unchanging in strength.The room was tense, all eyes fixed on the battle. The students had never seen anything like this before.

As Miro is watching the battle his heart is racing, as the battle between the girl and the robot raged on. He could feel the tension in the room, everyone holding their breath, watching the beams of light struggle against each other.When the two beams collided, the force of the impact caused both the girl and the robot to be pushed back several feet. The girl stumbled, her beam flickering for a moment before stabilizing. The robot, its metal frame dented and smoking, slowly righted itself and began moving towards the girl for another attack.

The girl, sensing the robot's approach, hastily collected herself and readied for another confrontation. She knew she couldn't let the robot get too close, as its melee attacks were much more dangerous than its ranged ones. The robot lunged forward in a powerful blow, but the girl was ready. She dodged the attack and countered with a jet of flame, scorching the robot's metal leg.

With a final, powerful burst of fire magic, the girl sent the robot stumbling backwards. Its lights flickered and dimmed, and it let out a low whine, signalling its defeat. The students erupted in applause, watching in awe as the girl stood triumphantly in the center of the arena, panting heavily but with a satisfied smile on her face.

The announcer's voice rang out once again, his proud tone filling the room. "Another victory! The second competitor has successfully defeated the robot. Well done! Now what's your name young girl?" The announcer looked at the girl, waiting for her response to his question. She caught her breath, her chest heaving from the exertion of the fight, and answered with a hint of pride in her voice. "My name is Chiro," she said, her eyes lighting up as she said it.

As Chiro's name echoed in the room, the other students erupted in applause. Everyone was impressed by her performance against the robot, especially Miro, who secretly found himself admiring her for her strength and determination.

As Miro watched Chiro exit the arena after her victory, his thoughts turned to the upcoming match. Two students have passed the test already, which meant it was nearing his turn. His heart started to beat faster, the reality of the situation sinking in.

He knew he should stay calm. But could he defeat the robot?