The Elven Evolution: Starting With 1 Million SSSR Skills-Chapter 109: [] Darkness Magic

All the battered elves sat at a safe distance, watching the two fighters as they stood at a respectable distance away from each other.

As they watched them, the elves began to discuss amongst themselves.

— Who do you think is going to win?

— That is Lady Estelle isn’t it? I hear she’s second only to Lady Artie.

— Who cares? I’m just happy I can rest...

— What do you guys think all those large rocks are for—

"Be quiet for God’s sake you pack of gossips, I’m trying to watch the match!" Yen barked, glaring at the group.

"Young miss, don’t you know we are many times you Elder—eh?"

One of the elves was turning around to reprove her, only to see the wyvern watching him intently.

"Uhum..." he cleared his throat, redirecting his attention to the match.

"A battle is best enjoyed in silence, haha..." he chuckled nervously.

"Hryuuuuu..." Tiny huffed in a low tone as though to say. (That’s what I thought.)

Meanwhile, on the battlefield Eliron stared at Estelle and frowned.

The wind was picking up, blowing her black strands of hair past her face, yet, she watched him with unwavering determination.

With the way she was taking the fight seriously it was almost as if her life was being placed on the line.

’Jeez...It’s not that serious girl.’ He thought.

He raised his weapon and blinked when he realised he was holding a sword, then turned around, his eyes looking for his squire. "Terra, please bring me a staff!"

"A staff?" Estelle questioned, raising a brow.

"Yeah, since I am going to be teaching you magic, I guess it’s better if I show you my strength in that field."

"Teaching me? It sounds like you have assumed you are the winner of the competition already. I admire your confidence."

Eliron shrugged in response. "We’ll see..."

Terra rushed over to him and took the wooden sword, while placing the staff in his hand.

"Good luck..." she said before jogging off.

"Thanks..."

Eliron grabbed its staff firmly, twirling the pole around his hands.

’Not bad...’

When holding a sword, it felt like it was an extension of himself. He had used the SSSR Swordsmanship skill so much that it had practically drilled the sword techniques into his head.

But with the staff it was different... foreign even.

Thankfully, this was a battle of magic, not physical combat.

’So how should I play this?’

Apart from wind strike, nearly every single skill in his arsenal were lethal SSSR skills...

They were either too flashy or packed too much of a punch if he was to use them to their full potential.

Showing off just how powerful he was a must, he needed to make it clear that there was a lot Estelle could gain from his tutelage...

Just like his swordsmanship skill, every new spell he used imparted him with a certain degree of higher knowledge.

Although he was not yet as knowledgeable as the true sages, it would not be long before he caught up with them.

He was far more capable than any regular magic professor.

Estelle wasn’t even the only one that would benefit from his display. It would also give the cadets a glimpse of what was expected of them, and give them a target to look towards.

Eliron sighed...

’I guess I’ll just reduce the mana I put behind the skills.’

Estelle’s magic staff was glowing with the low hum of magic, shadowy mana slowly curling around the staff and igniting every rune.

’He’s strong...’ she mused.

That much was obvious. Estelle was not a fool to believe he would have gotten this far if he was weak or even average.

’I’m going to hit him with all my might at the start.’

If she ever wanted to escape the hell he planned for her, then her only chance was to catch him by surprise.

"Are you ready?" Eliron asked nonchalantly.

Estelle nodded.

"Alright, let’s begi—"

SWOOOSH!

With a wave of her staff, a dark distortion in space raced towards Eliron, the pulsing disorder seemingly consuming every inch of light in sight.

The darkness was coming.

Eliron unleashed a burst of wind from his hands, catapulting himself from the direction of the strike.

The darkness exploded right where he had once been, leaving a deep cut in the floor.

"Not even wasting a second eh?"

Estelle was already mumbling another spell, her cold emotionless eyes locked on his figure.

"Egnieil."

The air around her pulsed, then out of them appeared over a dozen dark balls swirling around her like a protective layer.

Swoosh!

The balls cut through the air like mini meteors, each one of them charging towards Eliron at different angles.

Moving so fast that he became a blur of motion, Eliron unleashed wind strike after wind strike, destroying ball upon ball until all that was left was a single one.

The ball was mere seconds away from his abdomen, but Eliron was several times faster.

"It’s a good spell..."

He muttered as he brought his staff down upon it.

"But you’re going to have to do better than... hmm?"

The moment his staff crashed into it, instead of vanishing like the rest, the ball exploded, engulfing him in a dark fathomless shadow.

Everything went black, Eliron’s senses immediately dulling. It was like the spell she used earlier, only far more potent.

’Got you!’ Estelle thought as she stared at the dark sphere.

’He broke out of my last spell easily, I won’t make the same mistake this time.’

Bang!

Estelle shielded her face as a gust of wind and dust suddenly cut past her, her eyes narrowing as she watched her dark bubble crumble.

’He even broke it faster this time...’

Although she had gone through the effort of reinforcing the bubble, Eliron had shattered it even faster as though to mock her.

"Alright then..." she spoke calmly.

Estelle spun her magic staff in her hands, the staff rotating around her body and increasing in speed by the second.

As the staff spun, she was chanting a spell, the words almost musical as the mana around her condensed like fog over a hill top.

Meanwhile, Eliron made no move to stop her, he just stood there, waiting for her to finish his spell.

Like a sage watching his apprentice work, he had a small smile on his face.

He loved everything she did, every move she made filled him with unparalleled joy.

A fatal mistake.

Just as she finished the last word of the spell, Estell slammed the butt of her staff into the ground.

"Hell’s Reach."

Crack!

The floor below her staff caved, the ground acting as though it had swallowed forbidden mana, split like an egg, a long crack racing right towards Eliron.

And just as it reached him, something infernal emerged...