The Golem Mage

Immediately the judge called for the start of the battle, the mages of the School of Silent Night wasted no time, as they surged forward, bearing down on the War God Mage Academy team like a dark tide.

Shin Jae-Hyun and Kenta were the first to move, Kenta gripped his tonfa, its usual blunt striking ends were replaced with razor-sharp blades that gave the weapon a vicious, gleaming edge.

Beside him, Shin dashed forward, with a kunai clenched in his right hand and a coiled wired hook wrapped around his left forearm.

“That one’s mine,” Pale declared, charging forward away from the whole team and straight for Kenta.

Behind him, Lucas silently raised a hand and drew his greatsword, though he said nothing; however, his stance and the place he was facing made it clear that he had chosen Shin as his target.

The moment the two sides were about to collide, the crowd erupted into wild cheers, anticipation electric in the air.

The School of Silent Night liked to fight as a unit, and they rarely engaged alone unless forced to, and it was clear to them now that is what the war god team was trying to accomplish.

From Shin’s left hand, two smoke bombs materialized, he hurled them directly at Lucas.

Agnes had already warned them about the smoke’s effects and the importance of avoiding it at all costs, recognizing the threat, Lucas shifted the angle of his blade and swung in a wide arc, swatting the bombs away as if batting a ball.

He had intended to redirect them back toward Shin, but things didn’t go as planned, as the flat of his sword struck the small orbs, they detonated instantly.

There was no shrapnel or explosive force, no visible injury—but thick, choking smoke billowed outward in an instant, completely engulfing Lucas.

The dark mist pressed down on him, heavily suppressing his mental powers and clouding his senses while he remained within its range.

On the other side, Pale had finally closed the distance with Kenta, who thrust his left hand forward in what looked like a simple jab, but the bladed edge of Kenta’s tonfa came with it, slashing straight for Pale’s throat.

Pale twisted at the last instant, letting the blade graze past, and slicing a thin line across his neck but missing anything vital.

As Kenta’s arm extended past him, Pale snapped his right hand up and seized Kenta’s wrist in a vice grip.

[> Low Tier Spell – Chill Touch