Chapter 903: Her Turn 2.

"My turn!" Agnes declared as her wand shifted once more into its staff form. She slammed it against the ground, and Kylian's expression darkened as glowing lights flared beneath his feet.

"Shit!" he cursed, realizing too late that he was standing in the middle of five rune circles, he hadn't even noticed when they were set, all the while Agnes had been retreating, she had been inscribing her summoning runes with each mana-laced step.

What made it unknown was the subtle trick at the start of the battle: Agnes had cast a thin, spreading stream of water across the arena floor, Kylian had dismissed it as harmless, failing to realize it was meant to mask the summoning patterns beneath.

Now, the very element he ignored had been used to camouflage a battlefield trap and he had walked straight into it.

All this time, he believed he was the one planning ahead, scheming and staying a step in front, but now it dawned on him, he had been overconfident, just like Asher.

And though he would never admit he had anything in common with the Blaze boy, the bitter truth was they had made the same mistake: underestimating their opponent. And Kylian was determined to fix it.

Before he could react further, two long muddy hands erupted from the wet ground, gripping his ankles tightly to pin him down, at that same moment, three golems appeared in a triangle formation around him.

Directly ahead stood a Stone Guard Golem, wielding a large legion-style shield as if preparing for a crushing bash.

To his left and right were two other golems one looked like a compact version of Titan in his base form, a low Tier-5 Ice Golem, and the other a Low Tier 5 Stone Gunner Golem already taking aim.

"Fuck this!" he growled.

【> Mid-Tier Spell – Frozen Kiss Touch Mid Tier Spell – Blizzard <]

The moment he cast the spell, the temperature plummeted, as a massive amount of his mana was consumed to amplify the storm to the level he desired, snow and ice burst into a ferocious spiral around him, swallowing the entire stage in a freezing vortex with him at the eye of it.

All five golems were engulfed by the raging storm, their forms quickly obscured as continuous damage was inflicted.

The spectators could hardly see through the chaos, the swirling frost reduced visibility to near zero.

Then, after thirty seconds, all five golems were violently flung out of the ring, crashing hard and tearing through sections of the arena, a split second later, a deafening explosion followed, and a powerful shockwave blasted across the battlefield.

But when it reached Agnes, it passed harmlessly through a shimmering veil of water in front of her, the barrier rippled under the force, but held firm.

It was clear that taking her down would require far more effort.

"Second round," Kylian said coldly, stretching out both hands and conjuring a pair of jagged, inverse-shaped ice daggers.

Across from him, Agnes stood still, smiling confidently.

"You made the mistake of giving me too much time. Hopefully, you won't suffer too badly by the end of this," she said calmly.

Her words struck a nerve. Kylian's irritation showed.

He dropped into a battle stance, this time ready to go all out, whether or not he made it to the second match no longer mattered.

As long as he won this one, that alone would be enough for him.