"HAVE A GOOD DUEL!"
As soon as those words were spoken, Atlas slammed his staff down on the arena floor and calmly muttered, "Dead Plains."
As he did so, a thirty-metre radius of the arena was instantly filled with rotten, withered, dead flowers.
Camellia could feel some of the power draining from her body.
Atlas didn't stop there, though.
"Night's Flow." Atlas chanted, and as the degree of power in his body increased, he pointed the staff in his hand directly at Camellya and then chanted "Dark Line."
Camellya created an incredibly powerful mana shield as soon as she heard these words, and at that moment, the thin but incredibly fast dark magic coming out of Atlas' staff hit her mana shield.
"CRASH!!!"
The mana shield was broken in just a single attack.
There was no way to describe the astonishment on Camellya's face.
A Fourth-Grade mage had shattered a Seventh-Grade spell with just one spell.
