Chapter 1650 Official Start <TOC> Chapter 1652 The Method of Conveying Information
Translator: SumTLMan
“I’ve heard that your enigmatic powers come from philosophy. I’m quite curious to witness it for myself,” Trom stated softly to Onassis, as he positioned his legs like a horse stance and submerged his hands into the ocean.
At first, the sea merely rippled slightly. However, with the gurgling sounds of undercurrents, a pale blue aquatic energy began converging on the surface, centered around Trom’s hand.
With a booming sound, a whirlwind carrying a vast amount of this aquatic energy surged from the sea’s surface. This energy transformed into a torpedo-shaped water missile in front of Trom, slicing across the water’s surface towards Onassis on the rock.
This torpedo-shaped water missile may look like an ordinary water jet, but the power it carries is beyond anyone’s imagination.
Even though it never touched the water, wherever it went, explosive sounds kept emanating. Curtains of water were lifted by the wind brought about by the water missile. Visually, it seemed as if countless bombs trailed behind the water missile, exploding upon the water surface.
The speed of the water missile was astoundingly fast. Before the majority could even react, it had already appeared in front of Onassis.
This water missile was surely not some first level trick. Its power had undoubtedly reached the level of a third level attack spell. At present, Onassis hadn’t employed any protective spells. How would he defend against this?
As the audience speculated, the torpedo-shaped water missile had already struck Onassis.
At first, some gasped, thinking that Onassis would be at a disadvantage right from the start. However, a moment later, those who gasped covered their mouths, looking at the arena with eyes filled with disbelief.
Though the torpedo-shaped water missile hit Onassis, it seemed as if Onassis had transformed into a water elemental. The water missile seamlessly passed through him, shooting towards what lay behind him.
At first glance, it appeared to be a rather unremarkable exchange. However, it vividly showcased the prowess of both parties.
Trom, who clearly leaned more towards the bloodline side, unleashed a torpedo-shaped water missile whose power rivaled that of a water-element apprentice. It looked like a novel spell model — something not previously seen. It probably wasn’t an original creation but rather an enhancement. Yet, this shows Trom’s mastery over water-based spells.
Similarly, Onassis wasn’t of the water-element lineage, but he seemingly became one with the water. Such a feat, even amongst the vast community of water element users, would require a pinnacle level apprentice to even dabble in.
Whispers could be heard in the evaluation area, “Are these two truly not water-element apprentices? Leaving aside Trom’s enhanced water missile, what exactly is the deal with Onassis’s water incarnation?”
Onassis’s ability to become a water incarnation meant he held an undeniable advantage in this marine environment!
Some couldn’t help but turn their gazes to Farina. Though Farina was famed for her alchemy, her title, the “Water Ripple Witch,” indicated that she was, in fact, a specialized water-element witch.
After a brief contemplation, Farina shook her head, saying, “A watery incarnation? Seems like it, but not quite.”
It looked like a transformation into a water elemental, but it lacked the distinct intense energy signature of such a transformation. Instead, it seemed more like an “integration” — a fusion with the water.
However, this “integration” was merely Farina’s speculation. What caught her attention more was Onassis’s initial movements.
When Trom deployed the torpedo-shaped water missile, Onassis wasn’t passive. His lips moved slightly, as if he was murmuring something under his breath.
Farina was momentarily distracted by Trom, only vaguely catching some words from Onassis that related to “water”.
Turning to Angel, Farina inquired, “Did you catch what Onassis just said?”
“Water is mankind’s chief aide,” Angel whispered.
“Isn’t that a phrase from the Sea Listening Wizard’s journal?” Farina furrowed her brow, “Just this phrase allows him to merge with the water; could it really be as speculated?”
“What speculation?” Angel asked with curiosity.
As Farina explained, a look of realization crossed Angel’s eyes. It wasn’t just him; many judges suspected that Onassis could transmute philosophy into power.
Any philosophy could become his weapon and shield.
“However, everything can be called philosophy. If he truly can harness the power of philosophy, even if there are current limitations, once he matures, he might become an unparalleled force,” Farina opined.
As they conversed, there was a new turn of events in the competition.
After transforming into a water incarnation, Onassis evaded the torpedo-shaped water missiles. However, while everyone believed it to be a mere back-and-forth solo attack, they hadn’t expected Trom to have another trick up his sleeve.
The torpedo-shaped water missiles skimmed the surface, but another force beneath the water rushed toward Onassis in tandem.
Yet, the target of the torpedo-shaped water missiles was Onassis himself, while the submerged force aimed its attack at the reef beneath Onassis’s feet.
After a massive explosion, Onassis emerged unscathed, but the reef beneath his feet had utterly vanished.
Yet the ordeal wasn’t over. As Onassis narrowly avoided the explosion and gently landed on the water’s surface, an unexpected silhouette manifested behind him without warning. It was none other than Trom!
It appeared that Trom utilized the deafening roar of the explosion and the cascading water curtain created by the torpedo-like water missiles as a cover, enabling him to sneak up silently behind Onassis.
Trom’s fans, witnessing this spectacle, immediately erupted in cheers. With a powerful lineage coursing through him, when Trom engaged in close combat with another wizard without such a bloodline, his odds of triumph soared exponentially!
An odd white illusion emerged from Trom’s hands, which he then thrust aggressively towards Onassis’s back.
However, at that moment, Onassis was enveloped in a drop-like barrier. Trom’s hands didn’t inflict any real harm; instead, they plunged directly into Onassis’s body.
Trom showed no sign of surprise; his left hand blazed in fiery red, while his right radiated an icy chill.
This juxtaposition of heat and cold resulted in a clash of extreme attributes within Onassis.
Onassis, who had always maintained a stoic expression, momentarily appeared dazed. A slight furrow crossed his brow, and he was catapulted backward.
He crashed heavily onto the sea’s surface, producing a resounding noise and stirring ripples upon ripples.
Trom might have had the upper hand, but he didn’t let his guard down. This was evident when Onassis re-emerged from beneath the water, seemingly uninjured.
At that moment, a gentle breeze passed by. Onassis, still in his “water incarnation” state, had subtle ripples stirred on his form.
This was, in essence, a very minute detail, but Trom noticed it.
The undulations of those ripples brought along with the breeze a strand of peculiar information. This information gave Trom the vague feeling that someone was whispering softly by his ear.
Trom furrowed his brow, disregarding the soft murmur by his ear, and, seizing the moment, transformed into a meteor once again, charging towards Onassis, who stood atop the water.
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Inside the arena, the intense confrontation, albeit brief, elicited continuous exclamations from the spectators.
However, at the judge’s panel, especially among the special guest judges, brows were furrowed.
Trom’s three initial attacks at the start were quite ingenious. Whether it was the torpedo-shaped water missile, the underwater assault, or the water curtain shield, all were very effective.
Yet, the show of force was excessive… and it seemed he had overlooked something.
The name of this stage was the——The Turbulent Sea of the Frenzied Trolls.
Such grandstanding would only attract the ocean behemoths that had just awakened from their slumber even faster.
For now, the sea remained calm, but bubbles were slowly rising from beneath its surface. Simultaneously, even more dark clouds were gathering in the sky.
Angel, observing the ominously dark sky and the palpably oppressive atmosphere visible even to the naked eye, whispered softly, “They are coming.”
Chapter 1650 Official Start <TOC> Chapter 1652 The Method of Conveying Information