?On the third day of the final round, Vasco Joel faced a relentless horde of Emberfang Ironwolves.
The wolf-like beasts and shapeshifted werewolves with their red eyes and iron fangs closed in on him, their predatory instincts honed for battle.
"You fucking dogs! Co so– get so!"
Vasco's eyes flickered with determination as he unleashed his elental prowess. He raised his hands, summoning forth Elental Clones with a mastery unique to Elentalists.
[ Skill: Fla Ifrits ]
Each clone bore the fiery essence of his Fla Ifrit Skill, mirroring his movents and intentions. He had spent a significant amount of Spiritual Force on them, which was only possible because he was an Elentalist. He would have run out of Spiritual Force and dropped on the ground after executing the Skill if he had Eren's stat values as his own.
The Fla Ifrits manifested with an ethereal brilliance. These fiery entities bore an uncanny resemblance to Vasco's physical dinsions, standing tall and mirroring his stature. However, their forms lacked distinct facial features, giving them an otherworldly and mysterious appearance.
The flas that composed the bodies of the Fla Ifrits seed to have been compressed and sculpted into humanoid shapes, acting as a fiery shell encapsulating the essence of Vasco's elental power. Each Fla Ifrit radiated an intense heat, casting a warm glow in the surroundings as their fiery silhouettes moved with fluid grace.
This use of the clones was completely novel to anyone from Anfang. The clones Vasoc had created acted as if they were really alive. They did not need any additional instruction from their creator either. It was as if they already knew what they were supposed to do.
The lack of facial features didn't diminish the Fla Ifrits' expressiveness. Instead, the flickering flas seed to convey an array of emotions – determination, aggression, and unity in their purpose. Their fiery limbs moved seamlessly, synchronized with Vasco's commands, turning the elental clones into an extension of his will.
Vasco didn't stay quiet either. He started casting his long-range elental spells around him in various forms, targeting the enemies that were all around him with exceptional precision.
One could say that he had beco an accomplished summoner and a well-established ranger at the sa ti. The variety of the Skills he had in his arsenal allowed him the freedom to pull this off.
Vasco, like everyone else in Anfang, had a Skills cap. It ant that he couldn't exceed a certain number of Skills he had kept unlocked for himself in the sh. This Skill Cap was based on various factors. But to a large extent, it was associated with one's Profession.
Vasco wasn't like Eren who had multiple Professions. Therefore, the number of Skills he could keep active in the sh was limited. So he had carefully selected his Skills and honed them to perfection. He would have had a much easier ti dealing with his enemies if his Elental powers weren't suppressed by the suppression runes active in the test.
'That muscle head must be having an easy ti because the suppression runes won't affect him much,' Vasco cursed in his head before focusing on the task at hand.
As the Fla Ifrits engaged the Emberfang Ironwolves, their movents were a dance of controlled chaos. The clones could cast a Skill or two of their own, allowing them to attack Vasco's enemies effectively.
Flas trailed behind them as they executed swift attacks and evasive maneuvers. The compressed flas that ford their bodies intensified with each strike, leaving a trail of scorched air in their wake.
Despite the lack of distinct facial features, the Fla Ifrits emanated an aura of power and elental mastery. The compressed flas that constituted their bodies pulsed with vibrant energy, reacting to the elental commands of their summoner.
Howl!
The Emberfang Ironwolves, caught off guard by the sudden appearance of these fiery doppelgangers, hesitated for a mont. It was all Vasco needed. With a swift motion, he commanded his Elental Clones to unleash a synchronized onslaught.
The Elental Clones lunged forward, flas dancing around them as they engaged the demonic creatures. Fla Ifrit's power surged through their attacks, searing through the iron-
like fur of the wolves. The surroundings echoed with the clash of elents as Vasco seamlessly coordinated his every move with the Elental Clones.
[ Skill : Fla Salamanders ]
As the battle unfolded, Vasco, using his Fla Salamanders Skill, conjured fiery creatures that circled him like guardians. These elental companions added another layer to his defense, intercepting the relentless strikes of the Emberfang Ironwolves.
Yet, the relentless assault took its toll on Vasco. His mana reserves dwindled as the battle raged on. He was affected the most by the suppression runes after all.
With one powerful Emberfang Ironwolf remaining, an A-Ranked adversary, Vasco found himself on the brink of exhaustion.
"EREN!"
In a mont of urgency, Vasco reached out through their ntal connection, calling for Eren's assistance. The A-Ranked Emberfang Ironwolf, recognizing Vasco's weakened state, seized the opportunity and lunged forward with a ferocious attack.
Just as the tallic jaws were about to close on Vasco, Eren materialized beside him.
Blitz. Swoosh. Clash.
[ Skill : Unlimited Weapon Works ]
The butcher swiftly swung his dual swords, Rigor Mortis, intercepting the A-Ranked enemy with a cascade of purple lightning and red fire.
Together, Vasco and Eren fought as a synchronized force, combining their skills to overwhelm the remaining Emberfang Ironwolf. The corridor beca a battleground of elents, a dance of fire and lightning that ended with the defeat of the A-
Ranked werewolf.
"Th— thanks, Eren. I… I thought I was a goner."
Breathing heavily, Vasco nodded to Eren in gratitude.
The fight had tested their limits, but their teamwork had proven essential in overcoming the tallic onslaught.
"Hahahaha," Eren and Vasco both heard joyous laughter behind them that was laced with a bit of mockery. "Look at you two pussy cats. Breathing like a da who has just been railed by her lover," Horen the body cultivator approached them practically unhard and covered in his enemies' blood.
"Those werewolves were nothing—"
Bzzzzt! Bzzzt! Bzzzzt!
Horen was about to brag so more in front of his allies when he heard a distinct sound. His jovial expression quickly transford into a frown as he realized the next batch of enemies had already arrived at the scene. And this ti, Horen had to face sothing he didn't want to face at all.
"Those giant flies. They are back," Horen started the obvious as he looked at his allies.
Eren and Vasco had darkened expressions on their faces as they both ca to the sa conclusion. That Horen had practically invited this new batch of enemies to approach them by jinxing their arrival.
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