Reincarnated as an Elf Prince-Chapter 59: Duo Sparring (2)

Victor and Vivienne were both on the edge now. The sudden shift in Nikolai’s presence had caught them a little off guard.

Elara dusted off her sleeves, her smirk still present. "About time you started acting like you belonged here."

Nikolai exhaled, his hands clenching into fists as the air around him grew heavier. The ground trembled slightly beneath his feet.

Victor cracked his knuckles, his grin returning. "Alright, I take back what I said. This might actually be fun."

Vivienne glanced at him. "Don’t get reckless."

Victor waved her off, stepping forward as the water around his arms thickened, forming solid, twisting tendrils. "Relax. I’ve got this."

Elara scoffed. "Do you, though?"

Then she moved.

It was subtle—just a shift of weight, a slight lean—but in the next second, she was gone, dashing toward Victor with frightening speed.

Victor reacted quickly, swinging an arm up. A wave of water surged forward, a crashing tide aiming to intercept her.

Elara didn’t even slow down.

Instead, she dropped low, sliding across the ground, a thin layer of ice forming beneath her as she skated past the water like it was nothing.

Victor’s eyes widened—

And then Elara was behind him.

She pivoted on her heel and launched a sharp kick straight toward his back.

Victor barely twisted in time, raising an arm to block—

BANG.

The force sent him skidding forward, his feet digging into the dirt.

"Shit—"

Before he could regain his balance, the ground rumbled again.

Nikolai had finally stepped in.

A massive chunk of earth erupted beneath Victor, knocking him further off balance.

Vivienne acted fast. She flicked her wrist, and a whip of fire lashed out, striking the earth and shattering it before it could fully trap Victor.

Victor landed in a crouch, shaking off the dirt. His expression had finally lost its casual amusement.

"…Alright," he muttered, standing up straight. "Guess I can’t slack off."

He lifted a hand, and the mist around him darkened, the moisture in the air condensing. The temperature dropped slightly—not from cold, but from the sheer density of water magic gathering.

Vivienne took a slow step forward.

Nikolai shifted his stance, his feet pressing firmly into the ground. The energy in his core pulsed, syncing with the earth beneath him.

Elara rolled her shoulders. "Finally taking us seriously?"

Victor exhaled, a smirk forming. "Yeah."

Then he moved.

Water surged like a tidal wave, splitting apart into sharpened tendrils. Each one coiled like a serpent, striking toward Elara and Nikolai in unison.

At the same time, Vivienne snapped her fingers.

A ring of fire erupted around her before she dashed forward, heat distorting the air around her.

Lindarion leaned back in his seat, watching with open amusement.

’Yeah, this is getting good.’

Elara flicked her wrist, and a sharp spike of ice shot forward, aiming straight for Victor’s chest.

Victor didn’t flinch. Water surged around his arm, swirling into a dense shield that absorbed the impact before splashing to the ground. He smirked. "Not bad, but—"

Vivienne dashed forward, cutting him off. Her flames roared to life, blazing up her arms as she closed the gap between her and Elara.

Elara barely had time to react. She brought up an icy barrier—

Too slow.

Vivienne’s fist smashed through the frost like it was paper, her flames detonating in a burst of heat. Elara gritted her teeth as she was sent flying, rolling across the ground before skidding to a stop. Steam hissed from her body, her uniform slightly singed.

Lindarion winced from the sidelines. ’Yeah… that one had to hurt.’

Nikolai, seeing his partner take a direct hit, finally moved. He stomped down, and the ground beneath Victor and Vivienne cracked, a jagged wall of stone shooting up between them.

Victor reacted first. Water surged at his feet, propelling him up and over the obstacle like a tide. He landed smoothly, raising his palm—then snapped his fingers.

The mist in the air condensed instantly. Water droplets floated midair—then solidified into thin, razor-sharp needles.

Before Nikolai could react, Victor flicked his wrist—

The water needles shot forward like a storm of arrows.

Nikolai managed to raise a stone shield, but it was rushed—several needles tore through, slamming into his arms and legs. He grunted, staggering backward, blood trickling from small but numerous wounds.

"See?" Victor grinned. "Told you I’d take this seriously."

Sylric scribbled something in his notebook.

Possible sadist?

Lindarion choked back a laugh.

Elara struggled to get back to her feet, but Vivienne was already on her again. A swift kick to the ribs sent her back down, breath knocked out of her lungs.

"Stay down," Vivienne muttered. "You fought well."

Elara scowled but couldn’t argue—she was done.

Nikolai, seeing Elara defeated, hesitated. He looked at Victor with growing desperation—he wasn’t ready to admit this was over…after finally mustering up the courage to fight.

Victor’s grin faltered just a bit as Nikolai raised his fists to the sky, the earth beneath him shaking.

The ground split apart.

Nikolai was charging his final attack, all his energy channeled into a massive tremor that rippled across the battlefield.

Victor and Vivienne barely dodged as boulders and spikes shot from the ground like spears.

"Is this your last stand?" Victor called, his voice almost amused.

"I-I’m not giving up!" Nikolai growled, teeth clenched.

Victor glanced at Vivienne. "Ready?"

"Let’s finish it."

Then, with a snap of Victor’s fingers, a flood of water rushed forward, drowning Nikolai’s attack.

He raised his arms in defense, but it was futile. A massive wave crashed into him, and his entire body was thrown backward, tumbling across the battlefield.

He groaned, unable to rise.

Vivienne shook her head. "It’s over."

Victor exhaled, watching the defeated warriors with a smirk. "See? Told you it’d be fun."

Sylric sighed. "Match over…Vivienne and Victor wins…"

The spectators clapped—some cheered, some groaned, depending on who they had been rooting for.

Sylric flipped his papers. "Next fight—Lindarion Sunblade and Luneth Silverleaf versus… Adam Pierce and Valen Nighthollow."

An average-looking human boy and an elf stood up.

Lindarion raised an eyebrow at Valen who had the typical silver like hair.

’Nighthollow, huh? He seems to be from Sylvarion..’

The two stepped onto the battlefield. Adam cracked his knuckles, while Valen simply smoothed down his sleeves.

Lindarion didn’t wait.

Lightning crackled around his fingertips as a grin spread across his face.

’Time to put on a show.’

Lindarion smirked, hands in his pockets as he watched Valen and Adam carefully position themselves. His golden hair swayed slightly, faint sparks of lightning crackling along his fingertips.

Luneth stood beside him, arms crossed, watching their opponents with a blank expression. Ice misted around her fingertips, but she hadn’t made a move yet.

Sylric raised a hand. "Begin."

Adam reacted first. He slammed his foot down, and magma burst from the ground, surging toward Lindarion and Luneth in a molten wave.

’The fuck? A magma affinity?’

Lindarion thought as Luneth sighed. With a flick of her wrist, a cold gust erupted around her, and the magma froze mid-flow, instantly solidifying into black obsidian.

Adam’s eyes widened. "What—"

Before he could finish, Lindarion was already moving. He didn’t even use his full speed—just enough to appear as a blur to their eyes.

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CRACK!

Lightning surged as he tapped Adam’s shoulder. Not a strike, not even a real attack—just a teasing, harmless jolt. But Adam flinched, his body locking up from the shock.

Lindarion grinned. "Too slow."

Valen took his chance, wind swirling around his feet as he darted forward, moving faster than before. His dagger gleamed as he slashed at Lindarion’s side.

Luneth acted before he could land the strike. A wall of frost shot up between them, forcing Valen to twist mid-air to avoid slamming into it. But as he landed, Lindarion was already there, crouched beside him.

"Hey there." Lindarion smirked.

Then—ZAP.

A tiny spark jumped from Lindarion’s finger to Valen’s arm.

Valen barely had time to react before a sharp, tingling sensation shot through his entire body. His muscles locked up as the static numbed his nerves, forcing him to stumble back.

Lindarion leaned on Luneth’s ice wall, stretching lazily. "You guys sure you don’t want to surrender?"

Adam scowled, shaking off the lingering shock. "You’re playing with us."

Lindarion tilted his head. "Maybe."

Adam roared, slamming both hands into the ground. A massive surge of molten rock exploded around him, forming an eruption of flaming projectiles that shot toward Lindarion and Luneth.

Luneth exhaled, her breath misting in the air.

Then she moved.

With a single elegant step, she raised a hand, and a small blizzard erupted around her. Every fiery projectile that came near was instantly extinguished, the sheer cold snuffing them out before they could even reach her.

Adam’s eyes widened as his strongest attack was effortlessly negated.

Lindarion chuckled, glancing at Luneth. "Show-off."

Luneth didn’t respond. Instead, she flicked her wrist—

SHHNK!

Sharp ice spikes shot forward, aiming for both Adam and Valen.

Valen managed to summon a powerful gust of wind, knocking some of them away, but a few still grazed his arms. Adam had it worse—he barely avoided getting impaled, rolling to the side as the ice shattered against the ground beside him.

Lindarion sighed. "Well, this was fun."

Then he disappeared.

Adam barely had time to blink before—

BZZZT!

A powerful surge of lightning shot through his body as Lindarion appeared behind him, delivering a gentle tap to the back of his neck. Adam’s eyes rolled up as he collapsed, body convulsing slightly before going still.

Lindarion turned to Valen, flexing his fingers. "Your turn, I guess?"

Valen hesitated. He was panting, already drained from deflecting Luneth’s attacks. His gaze flickered between Lindarion and Luneth, assessing his chances.

Luneth stared at him blankly as her voice was cold like a blizzard."You won’t win."

’Wow, didn’t expect her to say that.’

Lindarion stared at Luneth whilst Valen exhaled sharply. Then—he dropped his stance, raising his hands. "I surrender."

Sylric didn’t sigh this time, his eyes seemed to be spread wide open like never before as he marked something on his notes. "Match over, Lindarion and Luneth win."

No cheers or anything of the sort. Just a shock of silence enveloped the arena.