Bab 77: CHAPTER 77(Frustration; The Arena)
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CHAPTER START---
Standing in the fighting pit of the 37th floor's collesium, Yang looked at the swarm of Reinforced Obsidian Soldiers rushing toward him, with spears, swords, and shields in their hands ready for combat. Standing at 7ft tall with sturdier skeletal bodies than regular soldiers on this floor.
Allowing lightning to flow through his being, small arcs of the element dance through his eyes as his perception increases.
In most cases, as soon as combat begins this AMP technique is activated immediately, almost reflexively.
For the purpose of training, he'd been fighting with it off, until now.
With practiced grace, he dances between all the failed strikes, his absurd stats making too large a gap for the level 4 monsters to dream of closing, a bored expression on his face the entire time.
Disarming one of the soldiers, literally striking him with a fist coated in his blue flames in the shoulder and taking the sword from his dismembered arm. He claims one of the naturals weapons as his own, his accelerated perception allowing him to read the obvious strikes and clunky stabs of the monsters, even for a beginner, and even worse than a rookie at swordsmanship, they were still only monsters.
As Yang effortlessly despatches wave after wave of monster, the occasional upper floor variant appearing such as a sturdier minotaur ever so ofter, Thalie and Welf sit in the bleachers of the collesium, bored out of their minds and trying desperately not to fall asleep.
"Can't he just give this a rest already, sleeping on these seats are way too uncomfortable..." Welf groans as he rubs his face, trying to rub the boredom away.
"It's only been, what 23 hours maybe? Besides can't blame him, he's been moping around the camp all week, we've only got 3 more days till we leave and he's desperate to level up," Thalie replies with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Sigh, the life of a prodigy, can't handle people stopping their progress."
"Yeah well, the agreement is we don't go deeper than the safe zone, that's Freya familia turf for our expedition force, I've been getting pretty sick of seeing the same floors over and over too actually..."
"I guess, I'm still just level 3 so things here are still giving me a serious challenge but between your skill and being level four, and his... um, that," Welf says, gesturing to the blue flames blazing to life all across Yang's body. "Yeah, I can see how you'd want to go a bit deeper, a month of the same routine, no matter how effective still ends up boring..."
"Pretty much, and miracle boy probably thinks his level up would be done already if he could go past the safe zone, can't say I'd have the same self-control as him to stick to the contract," Thalie admits, surprising Welf with her words.
"Mmm, contracts a contract, oooh, didn't know those could spawn here..." Welf says as they turn their full attention to the arena.
As the last skeletal soldier fades away, its magic crystal safely within Yang's storage, the ground and walls of the arena began to crack, crawling and flying out of the openings came two dozen Griffins.
With the head and front legs of a brown eagle and the remainder of the bodies being that of a Lion, with the exception of two large eagle wings on their backs, the creatures began swarming above Yang as some ran across the floor toward him.
Ignoring those that chose to keep their distance, for now, he took his combat stance and began building magic into his right fist, keeping his flames matted to his gauntlet, preventing it from dancing wildly on his hand.
Due to his daily magic training, his control is finally good enough to build and condense magic onto his body for a larger attack, while in intense combat, at least consistently.
This is his equivalent to Concurrent Chanting, only it doesn't cut him off from using other small attacks or flying while doing this.
As flames thrust him forward from under his feet, he delivers a swift roundhouse kick to a Griffin that tried to bite him, only for his entire foot to reach shin-deep into the skull of the monster. The speed of his flight and all his skills added together with his mage armor being too much for the weaker level 3 monster.
'No wonder it spawned so many' he thinks while lifting his left hand and sending a firebolt through the chest of another monster.
'I'm so sick of this...' he jumps and lands a stomp onto the skull of another Griffin, its corpse immediately falling to the floor.
'All these weak fucks,' he jumps backward, narrowly avoiding two claw swipes from separate monsters.
'Wasting my time,' kicking forward with his left foot, a jet of flames spew from the sole of his foot and incinerates the two monsters he just dodges.
"Ugh," he gets knocked forward, performing a small tumble as a Griffin slams into his back.
"I'M SICK OF THIS SHIT!" He yells out as he turns toward the rushing swarm the moment he rises to his feet.
His right fist cocks back before slamming forward. Immense heat can be felt all the way outside to collesium as he releases his most powerful Prometheus Strike to destroy the swarm.
As the intense heat and blinding light filled the arena, a loud explosion is heard, along with the sound of crumbling stone.
Observing the aftermath of the attack, the Trifecta sees a massive trench melted into the floor of the arena, leading to the now missing section of the collesium.
A fifth of the structure itself completely melted and dug out as it was blasted away, all from him losing his composure while building magic.
"Shit..." Yang mutters as he observes the aftermath, corpses charred black lay all around, the liquid rock still dripping and flowing down from the melted walls, pooling in the red hot trench left in the arena structure before the moat that separates it from the rest of the 37th floor.
"Yeah, you overdid it, if we were sitting there that would have been really bad!" Thalie shouts from his right.
"Sorry I just, got in my own head a bit, I think I'm done h---"
Yang's words are cut off as the Collesium begins to shake violently, as if the structure itself was crying from the attack he had just used.
"Um, what's going on?" Welf asks, visibly uncomfortable with the strange happening.
"Knowing him, something awful, get ready," Thalie says while drawing her shortsword.
Greatsword in hand, Welf looks around as well, his mind fully awake and focus while waiting for the imminent attack.
*CRACK*
The sound of stone cracking, no, the sound of stone being broken echoes through the area.
Everyone immediately looks up toward the top of the collesium walls across from Welf and Thalie.
A claw reaches above the wall, gold and shimmering, large scales covering it as the nails spark with, not lightning, plasma. As if it were a welder's rod binding metals together.
Another claw reaches over as the head of a golden dragon rises above the coliseum.
*FOOM*
With one massive flap of its wings, the creature vaults over the barrier and crashes down onto the stands, the stone falling apart with its weight.
Standing at 10 meters(30ft) tall and 30 meters(100ft) long including the long thin tail, the fully revealed gold dragon stares hatefully at Yang, it doesn't take much for them to piece together what caused this to happen as it completely ignores his companions.
"This one's mine!" He announces, the bored expression gone as a manic grin spreads across his face, his limbs enveloped within roaring blue flames as he prepares for a welcomed change of pace.
"Yeah, we aren't gonna argue with that, good luck," Welf says before climbing to the top of the stands, the opposite side of the collesium relative to the dragon with Thalie not far behind him.
Still completely focused on Yang the monster casually walks down into the fighting pit, never taking its eyes off the Elementalist.
With every deep breath, a soft glow peers through the scales of its chest, as if it swallowed a sun, sparks and liquid plasma flicker and drip out of its mouth with ever large motion.
"RRRRAAAARRRRRRGGHHH!"
The monster roars, immediately both spectators cover their ears as Yang simply grits his teeth and forces through the pain.
After the roar, the monster opens its mouth, a blinding light shines out, instinctively Yang raises his hand to shield his eyes.
The moment he lowers his hand, a white-hot beam of plasma was already a few feet away from him.
Without any time to dodge, he simply throws his hand forward from shielding his eyes to palm out, flames and wind mixing and amplifying each other as he pushing his other hand to meet it.
Generating as much energy and pressure as possible in front of him, essentially transforming pressure damage into a compressed shield simply because the dragon was pushing against it that hard.
As both the attacks are in a stalemate, neither combatant gives an inch. Yang grits his teeth and furrows his brow, focusing on maintaining the shield rather than wasting excessive magic trying to overpower a dragon's breath attack.
Until he feels something run up his arm, as if boiling water were flowing up the arms of his armor, searing his skin below.
Squinting his eyes and looking at his gauntlets, he confirmed that yes, they are melting away. The pressure of the clash pushing the molten metal up his sleeves and away from the clash.
"C'mon C'mon C'mon, what the hell was I training for if I can't even use it now!"
He yells out, taking a deep breath and summoning his Elemental Wheel behind his back, blue heatless flames swirling in its form.
The moment the Wheel appears, the wind that was amplifying his current attack disappeared.
The dragon's beam attack managed to reach almost a meter away from Yang's hands before the more powerful flames pushed it back.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
He cries out as he pours more and more magic into his flames. Successfully pushing the dragon's attack all the way back to the monster's head before slamming his blue flames into its mouth.
As the head reels back in apparent pain, the monster sways dizzily for a few seconds as Yang looks down at his arms.
Shaking, his arms drop toward the floor, up to halfway up his forearms are left bare and charred as the liquid metal that remained of his armor on those areas falls to the floor, completely melted from the combined heat of the clash.
Glancing down at himself, he notices that his entire elemental resistant armor is slightly warped, thankfully he isn't feeling the metal anywhere near as much as others would by virtue of his skillset.
"Grrrr!"
A growl catches his attention, the golden scales covering the dragon visibly heat up to a glow as the monster glares hatefully at him, with no hesitation, it charges forward.
His adventure has found him.
END CHAPTER---
PERTIMBANGAN PENCIPTA 
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---Here lies Yang Shen; he fucked around and found out.
---Destroy the collesium and the dungeon gonna be mad.
---This is the first time his armor is seriously damaged, took the combined heat from a dragons plasma beam and his Amplified(Spirit Wheel) full strength flame attack clashing close to it for this to happen.
---Thalie and Welf sure are glad it's not after them right now.
Status Power Mingguan
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