Episode 25

Translator : Missme Editor : Aru

Eugene Ace.

With the referees call, Eugene came into the court line, fluttering his silver hair.

Seeing him staring at myself in the crowd with his bright blue eyes even though I hadnt gone out yet, it looks like he felt impatient to start the game.

Yerine Spade.

I took a deep breath and stepped into the court line.

Standing opposite Eugene, at the very end of the stadium, I raised my eyes and stared at Eugene equally.

Ready.

Perhaps as soon as I hear the whistle, Eugene will try to attack right away.

To be honest, it was hard to tell whether I was faster or Eugene was faster.

Its a must-win situation.!

The moment I was thinking so, the whistle sounded throughout the stadium to signal the start of the game.

Eugene and I raised our hands almost at the same time as expected, and then magic was similarly invoked.

At Eugenes fingertips a flash of green light, and at my fingertips, a great deal of water was about to pour out.

But the moment I stretched out my right hand, I had a hunch that something was wrong.

..!

My attack eventually did not reach Eugene.

Instinctively, I turned sideways quickly.

At that moment, Eugenes magic, which hit the shield behind my back, disappeared into the air, splashing the green sparks around.

His speed!

Obviously, the time when magic was invoked was almost the same.

But even before my attack took half the field, Eugenes flash was flying right in front of me at a moment.

If I hadnt been watching the movement from scratch, I might have mistaken the flash for disappearing in the middle.

Youre worth your name, too.

But before I could even strike a balance, a red flash was seen in Eugenes hand again.

It seemed too late to throw and avoided it.

When the flash was just around the corner, I quickly activated the shield.

The red flash splashed a red spark on the ground, tinged on the shield I made.

Ugh!

I thought I managed to avoid one attack, and from then on Eugene began constantly to attack and conjure up obstacles.

It was impossible to release the defence magic from constantly flying attacks.

Wow, youre going to get sick with this, Spade!

Despite the pressure on both hands, whenever Eugenes magic hit the shield, vibrations were transmitted all over the body.

As expected from the Ace family.

The Ace familys speciality is a magic attack.

As its name, its magic who hurts other people or gives them physical shocks.

Its a little surprising that he activated magic while strengthening the speed as well as hitting the opponent at once.

It would have been impossible to deal with the Ace, who is already constantly attacking inside the stadium, with the defence being terminated.

Besides, now, I couldnt do an attack with as much destructive power as the Ace attack.

Dont stand idly, use the magic fire, Spade!

There was a loud shout in the ear.

Beyond the shield, Eugene was screaming with an angry look in his eyes.

Squinting eyes, I looked at his figure, thought inwardly.

I dont think its a bad idea to go physically like this.

With the constant use of magic, the use of mana would be severe and Eugene would have been exhausted soon.

At one time, he wont be able to keep flying magic at such a short interval.

And at that time Ill attack..

The remaining options are water or air.

At that moment, the attack, which was much stronger than the one that had flown so far, hit the shield like it was going to break.

Ugh

The attack pushed my body back, even though I was holding out on two feet in an awkward position.

I turned my head slightly and glanced behind him.

Three more steps out of the court line.

And then, he will be out.

Use the flame!

Eugenes eyes flashed with a roar.

I gnashed my teeth at the sight.

Ill use it when I want to! Dont tell me what to do!

In the meantime, he shouted, bouncing off another flash of blue light.

Damn it

I swore in a whisper that no one else could hear.

If I could use the flame, I would have used it.

I played the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd rounds all in the same stadium.

A stadium with a white coat line, with dirt on the ground and stone walls.

But todays game was different.

The stadium where the 4th round was held was where I had never played before.

The important thing was that the floors and walls here were all made of wood.

Therefore, neither the magic of dealing with soil nor flame magic was suitable for use.

The soil could not be used anyway because there were no raw materials, and the flames could burn the entire stadium down if I used it incorrectly.

For your information, it is very difficult to reduce the size of the fire, although it may not be possible to expand it when attacking.

Im not behind anyway, so Im looking for a chance and buying time with water

Then Eugene bragged and shouted, making my eardrums rip.

Dont look down on me!!

Suddenly Eugene got out of place and rushed toward me at a rapid pace.

What

In Eugenes angry hands, a black spark, seemingly dangerous, was splashing the sparks around.

Use the fire!

Eugene shouted, flying the flash held in one hand.

The spark, which had left Eugenes hand, did not come into view as if it had disappeared for some time, but in less than a second it swelled to the size beyond the basketball and crashed strongly against the shield.

Gasp.

I had a hunch then.

One more hit of that magic will break the shield.

Should I use fire or not?

It was an incredibly short moment, but a lot of worries passed by.

The fire would have been enough to carry out physical attacks against Eugene.

But surely if the sparks were to be large enough to offset Eugenes attack, the bottom of the court line would catch fire.

At a moment when I was agonizing so much, I thought about the Crystal Ball, who had broken down during the skills test before enrollment.

And also, I remembered the supervisor, who hugged the Crystal Ball, who said it was okay but lost its light, appeared in tears.

No no more property damage.

At that moment, Eugene could hear the roar of the fierce beast roaring again.

Use the fire right

I dont know why I felt that way.

This guy always talked about fire, fire, and fire

He must have called out fire more often in front of me than my name.

At that moment, all the things I had thought about so far, the plans, and all the things I had been worrying about back, were erased from my head.

The moment I heard Eugenes voice, something was popping out from deep inside my body, and unbearably irritated.

Its annoying.

When I saw Eugene rushing in with his eyes flashing, I recited quietly.

Eugenes rest of the hand was splashing a black spark.

He reached out and flashed. The black spark immediately disappeared into the air as soon as it left Eugenes hand.

When I saw it, I immediately lifted the shield and rushed towards Eugene.

What are you

Eugenes eyes grew bigger when he saw me.

When the distance from Eugene narrowed to within a meter, I jumped up and turned left.

And extended both hands forward.

It was then.

Next to the right ear, a black spark reappeared and began to swell as much as a soccer ball.

I felt a sharp pain in my right shoulder, which had passed by the flash as if someone was cutting it with a knife.

Suddenly, the heat spread all over my arm, as if holding my shoulder with fire, and there was a faint, fishy smell of blood.

Still unable to put his hands down, Eugene was poised for attack with a bewildered face, as if to cast magic again.

I talked to him in a low voice.

Youre late.

I immediately invoked the magic of dealing with air, and attracted the air around him and expanded it in an instant.

Along with him, Eugenes two feet fell off the ground, and soon the world in front of him was completely overturned.

Kudangtang.

The pain in the arms and knees was transmitted with a tremendous sound.

When the dizzy head returned and caused the upper body to wiggle, the right shoulder was severely sore.

Ugh

I must have hit my lips as I fell to the ground, and my lips were torn and blood was running.

When I stood up from the ground, I felt the salty smell of blood in my mouth.

Only then could I check the whole view of the stadium.

Usually, when the game shows signs of ending, you shout or clap your hands.

Me, the students who were booing were quiet.

And most of them were staring at me with their mouths open with blank faces.

Where I stood was in the middle of the stadium, inside the court line.

And outside the court line, I saw a man with silver hair fallen.

Beep!

Only then did the clear whistle rang out.

The referee, who blew the whistle, shouted at the stadium in a serious and low-key voice.

Yerine Spade victory.

The silver-haired man wriggled and moved.

The man who raised his upper body and clenched his fist in both hands looked at me with his shaky eyes.

Eugene Ace defeat.