Shazaammm!!

Ear-splitting explosive sound resounded through the arena, as Klea threw her eighth bolt towards the exhausted Silva. The dark blue lighting bolt was zooming through the air, as it made its way to its target.

One could definitely say Klea currently looked like the goddess of lightning, as she was floating in the air and surrounded by countless lightning arcs.

The spell she used, [Storm Haze], was an advanced-level spell that used an exceptional way to gather the natural power of the universe as a catalyst to enhance the spell power. Hence, it was very rare for a second year acolyte to be able to understand the spell, much less successfully cast it.

While Klea was showing off her prowess in the arena, unbeknownst to her, many distinguished people highly praised and thought of her as a really fine example of privileged class acolyte.

Shazzaaammm!!

Another loud sound was heard, signifying that was the ninth bolt Klea released. Meanwhile, Silva's speed began to dwindle, which reminded her the boost her bloodline bestowed would soon lose its effect.

Shazzaaammm!!

As a result of her decaying speed, Silva was not able to properly dodge the tenth bolt Klea threw at her. As a result, it successfully hit Silva straight on her body.

[Protective Vest - Tier 3]

[Energy Barrier 0/200]

The faint layer that enveloped Silva's body immediately shattered apart when the lightning bolt landed on her. It meant Silva's protective armor provided by her family was already spent. Therefore, if Silva was hit by the bolt, there was nothing that would help her block or mitigate the damage.

Even though deep down Silva wanted to retaliate against Klea, attacking back was unfortunately not an option for her. The reason was because she didn't have a long-range spell strong enough to beat the bolt in her repertoire.

On the other hand, jumping and closing up to her was also not a viable option. Silva would only risk herself being blasted away again if she did so. After all, she already had a difficult time dodging the bolts from the distance.

Silva knew that now the match had turned into a battle of endurance. She understood that when Klea hit her limit and stopped throwing the lightning bolts, she would basically lose. Therefore, she only needed to endure, as long as she could.

...

Shazzaammm!!

That was the twelfth bolt and the girl in the sky still looked like she could keep going at it. Meanwhile, Silva was at the end, on the brink of desperation.

This match was her last chance, as yesterday she fought a privileged class acolyte, which meant her opponent was strong. He forced her to give up the match, earning her the loss. Hence, this was her last hope to have the chance to enter the privileged class and bring honor to the Oroboros Clan.

Part of Silva told her to use her second transformation and not hold back anymore lest she would be eliminated. However, she wasn't willing to do that. Due to a personal reason, Silva just wouldn't resort to that.

Shazzammm!!

Realizing she could no longer dodge the bolts, Silva decided to risk it with one plan that was already on her mind for quite some time. The reason she chose not to resort to it until now was because her calculative mind stopped her from doing it, as the plan was indeed quite risky and could potentially backfire on her.

All of Silva's concentration was gathered, as she timed and aimed for the opportunity that could pass by easily. Then, it came.

The moment Klea was about to cast the next lightning bolt, Silva quickly swapped the sword in her hand with a tier 3 long spear.

When the familiar blue bolt struck from the sky, Silva raised the spear high into the sky. In an instant, the spear became a lightning rod that attracted the bolt and it quickly being blasted. However, before the millions voltage current could come to her, Silva immediately threw the spear at Klea, carrying the tremendous lightning on it.

*swish*

A luminous blue streak was rapidly zooming towards Klea who was in the sky.

Kaaazzaammm!!

The lightning-augmented spear was exploding in the air upon contact and proceeded to engulf Klea in it. As the millions volt ran through her body, Klea was quickly taken off from her channeling state and fell down.

Naturally, Silva was also not in the best condition after launching such a risky move. It seemed she wasn't able to throw the spear fast enough and her hand was charred black by the lightning.

However, when Silva saw Klea was falling from the sky, she immediately endured the pain and dashed forward, using all the last energy she had and quickly caught her.

The two girls dropped down to the floor side by side… unmoving.

The audience gasped as they saw the event unfolding. All of them wondered if there was no winner for this match.

Magus Serena stepped forward "What an amazing fight! But we need to have a winner! Seeing that the two contestants were down, whoever is able to get up first will announce as the winner! Let us count together!"

The crowds immediately counted down the time.

10..

9..

8..

Slowly, one of the two figures was standing up, albeit with difficulty.

It was the pale half-blood girl, Silva.

It looked like with her low battle power, Klea wasn't able to resist the attack and was in a really bad condition, as she couldn't move her body at all.

"Here is the winner! Silva Oroboros!!"

The crowd cheered, giving Silva a thunderous applause. Meanwhile, the medic acolyte swiftly went up to the arena and picked up both girls to be treated.

Emery was about to check up on their condition when his master suddenly stopped him.

"You stay and concentrate on your match, Emery. I'm sure they both will be fine."

Lord Izta, on the other hand, looked irritated, "Aaah, she's so special.. how could this be!"

Everyone in the room knows Kleas is the most talented among them, for she to lost the final fight really make them all feel down

Lord Izta stares at Emery, earning him a confused gaze from the young boy. He seemed to want to say something but didn't say a word in the end.

Emery knew what Lord Izta was actually going to say, it wasn't just him. All the others; Julian, Thrax, Chumo all think about the same thing. It all depends on Emery now.

During the short silence suddenly, the next name for the match was called.

It was no other than himself. And just like what Magus Xion predicted, he would fight against a privileged class acolyte.

"Emery Ambrose will be fighting against Armand Szain!"

When Magus Serena announced who he would be fighting against, Emery noticed Lord Izta and Magus Xion's face changed at the same time.

"Lord Izta, Master? What's wrong? What happened? Is he strong?" Emery asked with doubt in his tone.

"Of course, Emery. He is a chosen privileged acolyte. Of course, he's strong. But… that's not the main problem..." Magus Xion replied.

"Huh?"

Emery suddenly became worried as he saw the ashen look on their face, "What is it, master?"

Lord Izta, who was silent all this time, stood from his seat and said, "Emery, he's a Nephilim."

Upon hearing Lord Izta's words, Emery's brain immediately went into full drive.

'Nephilim? Isn't that the faction that is currently the caretaker of Earth?"