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Maispear raised his left hand.

Facing the elven referee in the center of the arena.

Start

Like a sharp command.

The referee bowed to Mespil, said nothing, turned and left.

This...... It's going to kill my rhythm.

Could it be that Mespier is finally going to show his true face and prepare to kill me personally?

Shiver...... It doesn't seem to be.

The solid stone floor in the center of the arena supported my legs and made me feel no cowardice.

Amid the thunderous cheers around him, Mespier said to me.

"You have Ellie Heranna's soul link, let her help you as much as she can"

"If winning is too easy, it's too boring for me"

Mespil's left hand was clenched into a fist, and his fingers glistened.

A red ring on his left index finger.

'Ring of Flamemolding'

Ellie's telepathy.

'The armor on his body is the armor of thunder and fire'

'Both are holy things'

I see, I'll just say how Mespil's look is different today than usual.

It turned out to be to play for real.

'Then he should still come up with ......'

Halfway through Ellie's words, Maispear retracted her left hand and extended her right hand to the side.

Bang Bake――

Click, click, click-

A tornado of red and bright yellow flames burst up from the ground beneath his hands.

Flames soared from the crater to the zenith.

It obscured the sun's rays and turned the whole valley reddish-brown!

Boundless flames rushed into the sky, then swirled and deposited from the sky.

It's like setting all the air in the sky on fire, and then getting caught in a tornado of flames.

The burning air swirled and roared and vibrated and sent the whole valley to the verdants!

Flames, boundless and endless, from the sky, along with the red and yellow tornadoes, condensed in the hands of Mespil.

The heat released in front of me by these flames was beyond the reach of any living organism.

I can only use the Fire Control Charm to create a relatively cold area in front of me to protect myself.

The sturdy stone platform was licked by the flames, leaving crimson wounds that looked as if they were bleeding.

All the air in the valley converged in the direction of the prince under the influence of the heat.

The Elven King's long, fiery red hair flew in the tornado, as if his entire head was on fire.

A pair of silvery-white pupils cast a faint red light from them.

In the prince's right hand, pure yellow flames gradually formed the shape of a sword hilt.

Then, on the hilt of the sword, the flames that had been sucked down from the sky gradually solidified, turning from a bright white like molten iron to a red like lava.

The blade was more than an inch wide, extending to a full meter long.

"Maispear Flame Sword"

With the Elven King's words, words appeared from the sword.

Fill the blade like a musical note.

'Using meteorites wrapped in unquenchable heavenly fire in the depths of the Dawn Volcano as raw materials'

'By Seven Elven Forgers Who Knew the Magic of Fire'

'Forged in the light of dawn'

'Always obey the most powerful elves and take the bearer's name'

Ellie's respect for the weapon was more than her surprise.

So much so that my heart was filled with awe.

'A holy relic capable of manipulating heavenly fire, the strongest elven weapon'

Mespil's hand grasped the pale yellow hilt of the sword.

A wave of energy rippled from the blade and swept through my body, just for a moment, I couldn't move.

The tip of the sword is pointed towards the air.

But directly below the sword, the ground cracked and curled in pain.

The burnt rocks were red, but instead of melting into magma, they ......

It turned directly into white steam and was swept into the flames on the blade.

In the roar and whistling of the flames released from the sword, the shouts of hundreds of thousands of elves in the surrounding stands became insignificant.

It seemed that all the air in the arena had been steamed dry, and with every breath I felt like my lungs were about to crack.

The strongest elf, Mespil, wears three holy relics at the same time, and one of them is still the strongest elven weapon!?

I...... Want to fight this guy?

Just standing here, I'm already dizzy......

"Liu Xiaoqing, get ready for your trial, challenger, coming"

Mespier!

You bastard can say something like that!

If it weren't for the fact that my whole body was now captured by the air currents caused by the flames, I would have lashed out!

Mespil's wrist relaxed slightly, and the blade began to turn upside down in my direction.

Even though it is only one meter long, it seems to me that the momentum I feel is completely like a mountain collapsing.

A spell was formed in his head, the first spell that Liu Xiao asked Ai Li to pass on.

Not a spell for fighting, but a spell for flight.

Whew――

Using the swirl of flames, I soaked my body in magic and glided against the air flow towards the outer circle of the air vortex.

Mespil's wrist was reversed, and the tip of the sword was pointed towards the ground, and the flames on the sword slammed down a few times.

Suddenly, the ground swelled up like a pustule, and then the bulging semi-circle turned red, and a huge explosion occurred.

The explosion tore the ground through countless openings that spread out in all directions.

Hellish red flames erupted from inside.

Numerous intermittent arcs spread out from the cracks in the ground.

A flawless arc like a spell.

One on top of the other.

A red imprint resembles a fingerprint.

The stone platform in the center of the arena had been completely reduced to splinters, creaking in the raging flames.

"It's just the tip of the sword pointing down, what kind of magic is this!?"

'It's not magic, it's the power of the holy thing, the embodiment of the fire of heaven'

You can feel the telepathy that Ellie is transmitting, and there is an instinctive fear in it.

It seems that the little one is plucking up the courage to face the ...... What are you facing...... It's like a natural predator.

In other words, Mespier has not yet made a force?

Just this one moment made my fire control spell unable to catch up.

Several burns can be felt on the front of the body.

Although the flames were very strong, they did not affect visibility at all.

The burning Elven King stood unscathed in a pool of shards of stone slabs like incense ash.

But Mespil was so powerful that his fire control spell was able to control such flames?

'Even if the Fire Control Spell is a high-level magic, it can't control the Heavenly Fire'

'Skyfire is not controlled by magic'

'The reason why Maispear is not harmed by the Heavenly Fire is because of the protection of the Relic Fire Ring'

'The elven craftsmen who originally forged this sword found this weapon to be unwieldy'

'Cast a ring out of their own souls'

Ha?

That's all it takes?

'The role of the ring is not to manipulate the flame or to transform the wearer into a flame'

'but the flame of deception'

'In the eyes of the heavenly fire, the physical body of Mespil does not exist, and the will of Mespil alone holds the heavenly fire'

'That's why I won't burn him'

Breath Baking -

It's too late to tell the story, and Mespil seems to have made a move.

He stretched out his left hand, facing me.

The moment he released his magic, he could feel a wave of flames piercing through from a long distance.

I immediately flashed to the left, even Liu Xiao couldn't give me timely instructions in such a situation.

Whoosh -

A flame flashed past where I had been standing, so fast that it was impossible to see the flames flying.

Generally speaking, fireballs, flames, and these things must be slow and have a process in the air.

But Mespil's magic seemed to appear there suddenly, without any warning at all, except for the sensation of the magic movement when casting.

Rumble!

At the edge of the arena, beneath the massive stone steps, a stone wall was dented in.

It was as if it had been hit by a huge iron ball that had demolished the building.

Recessed into a surface.

And began to burn.

Whew-w

I gasped for air.

The scorching air was starting to drain my strength.

Just barely dodging a normal blow from Mespil seemed to be my limit.

In this case, even if you wait for Liu Xiao's instructions, it should be useless.

After all, how could it be possible to find a way to fight the Elven King from the library?

This guy's strength is probably beyond any myths and legends recorded in the elven classics!