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With a flick of her wrist, the spheres of frost launched forth toward Arthur but not directly at him.

Arthur seemed to sense the danger they posed because he immediately covered himself in a whirlwind of blue fire.

“He’s utilizing both fire and wind to amplify the power of his spell,” Hester remarked.

Just as the spheres of frost were about to explode, Arthur unleashed his fiery tempest. The blue fire roared to life, engulfing Master’s spell.

The swirling gale of fire remained, hiding Arthur within. I expected the blue flames to soon dissipate, but instead the embers swirled as if being sucked in.

That’s when I saw it.

The blue flames had converged, coating Arthur’s giant spear of lightning in a layer of blue flames.

“Not bad,” General Bairon admitted, his gaze locked on the fearsome spear of fire and lightning.

“It would’ve been good if he could manipulate metal for the base of his attack,” Elder Buhnd muttered.

As Arthur’s body slowly descended in the air, he hurled his spell. Just as the fire and lightning spear was released from his hand, a gust of wind swirled around him and his attack. The spear ripped through the sky, accelerating rapidly from the added wind he had added last minute.

Elder Camus nodded in approval. “Using wind as a supportive spell.”

Master was obviously weary of the strength of Arthur’s spell because she conjured layers and layers of protective barriers of ice.

Unfortunately, Arthur seemed to have predicted this because the layer of fire surrounding the spear of lightning melted through every layer of protection that Master conjured.

Most of the people present seemed to be anxious whether or not Master would be able to block Arthur’s attack, but I knew better. While I wanted to root for Arthur, I knew that he wasn’t the only one holding back.

The elemental spear exploded upon contact with Master’s body throwing her back in the air with her form engulfed in fire and lightning. Arthur landed on the ground, his body slumped just a tad forward from exhaustion.

“So she used that form,” General Bairon smirked.