Ten thousand gazes seared hotly. This was an enormous pressure, and many candidates could not withstand such stress even with their increase in mental activity due to mana evolving their arcane cortex.
And there were the students in the air, judging and watching them like toys.
"The moment the Sphere drops from my hand, the battle begins." Magus Reynold's voice rang through the mountain.
"Huo!"
The nervous moment finally arrived.
The Arcane sphere rose up into the air, then plummeted with terrifying speed.
Magus Reynold fingers suddenly moved and the Arcane sphere soared as it suddenly landed towards Tron's head. As it descended, virtually all the candidates surged towards Tron's direction.
At this time, the danger soared drastically.
"The battle had just started, and it's when there are most competitors. Whoever holds the Arcane sphere will definitely be jointly attacked by everyone. I am neither the strongest or the second strongest. Attack of a hundred acolyte isn't something my body can handle. It would be an incredible feat if I hold on to this for even 10 seconds."
Tron had already thought it out. At this time, when a majority of the candidates were rushing at him, he didn't wait for the sphere to land on him, he kicked his feet at the ground and with a muffled 'boom', and he rushed backwards, finding a gap between the rushing tide off acolytes and fled.
Just as he ran, his original position was instantly filled with people. In the next second, chaos ensued.
"Real risk."
Tron stood at on of the edges of Magus Royale. There were too many people presently, and it was inconvenient to act.
The tension was high and Tron's muscles trembled impeccably. He immediately got to a squat position and began exercising as his brain rapidly spun.
There were many who were of the same mind as Tron.
A majority were fighting for the ball, while a small portion of people were holding ground.
"My strength grows fast with exercise but astonishingly fast in battles. I simply have to wait for my chance."
"You shall be eliminated!"
In the free for all battle, even though Tron was standing at the periphery of the stage someone was staring at him. It was a tall and skinny individual whose cloth was full of holes and he seemed to be a commoner. He raised his gloved hands and suddenly started chanting a spell.
A blue spell circle radiated from his hands however, then Tron suddenly smiled as he immediately acted.
"Boom!"
He flashed away from his previous position like an arrow, moving in a zig zag line as he closed in on his opponent.
The young man's face furrowed as he finished his spell but couldn't lock in on Tron. Suddenly, he smiled. "Got you."
He released the spell and wind congealed, forming a sharp one-meter long bladeas it slashed straight at Tron.
"Ding!"
A huge sound of two heavy metallic objects colliding echoed through the surroundings as sparks flew off in all directions like fire works.
The spell model was immediately destabilized as an overwhelming attack slammed into it. The spell destroyed and a raging wind formed from it, swept backwards, towards the young man due to the resultant force.
The young man fell on his back and with a simple kick, Tron sent his opponent flying out cleanly, landing with a rumble outside of the Magus Royale Stage.
"Tron."
In the skies, Xavier was sitting atop the stadium. Seeing this, both the guys and both girls had ugly expressions.
"Even fourth level Acolytes were easily defeated. Looks like this Tron is almost on our level." Roselyn bit her red lip, her soft and nubile curves trembling slightly. Her beautiful eyes were shaking as well. She was clearly not feeling too well.
"Small tricks. If he met me, I'd clean up him in two or three moves." Xavier did not want to appear weak in front of a beautiful girl.
Of course, Sethra had also witnessed this unbelievable scene. In this battle royale of 100 people, she had tracked down Tron with much difficulty. Seeing those clean moves, Sethra dearly wished she could go down and fight alongside Tron.
"Amazing!"
All around her, the servants were cheering.
After witnessing him beat three or two opponents, many knew how good Tron was, so they did not invite trouble. Tron was only too happy to be unbothered and continued his exercise.
[+0.01 agility ]
[+0.01 agility ]
[+0.01 agility ]
At this moment, there was a huge commotion in the middle of the Magus Royale Stage.
"Maine has taken the Arcane sphere!"
"But tens of people are ganging on him."
Maine was very confident. In this 100 man battle, perhaps he was not afraid of 10, but 100...
Tron saw that Maine looked to be in a tough spot. He displayed countless tactics, utilizing several magical items hovering around him like a turtle shell using scares, threats to intimidate his opponents.
He had held the Arcane sphere for maybe 20 seconds, and more than 10 people had been eliminated in this time. But in the next instant, he was ambushed by James and lost the Arcane sphere while almost getting knocked off the Magus Royale.
Maine was covered in blood and fell heavily at the side. This time, his protective magical treasure that he was so proud of had shattered.
Given his heavily injured state, some wanted to push him off the Arena, but a wounded tiger was still dangerous than a dog. Although Maine was grieviously injured and unable to contest for the Arcane sphere, he was still able to stay on the Arena.
"Tron!"
In his state, Maine's eyes had been enhanced and he saw Tron from a far.
"You coward, is hiding all you know how to do?" Maine laughed coldly.
"Battles are not one-dimensional. I've always favored the result, not the method," Tron said in an indifferent tone.
If he didn't use his brain and calculate, he wouldn't be any different from the other candidates. He had to act, but he would wait for the best opportunity.