Group after group entered the arena.
Some tried new strategies, bringing in people with the same elements.
Others simply charged towards Theo, planning to drain as much of his mana as possible.
Yet… they fell one after another.
The arena had grown deathly silent, with only the occasional explosion echoing out.
None of the spectators cheered anymore.
Instead, they just looked on in pure horror.
But to Theo, it all felt strangely familiar.
'It's just like back then,' he thought.
His breathing remained steady as he sidestepped to dodge a bundle of vines.
A single swing of his trident knocked the female plant student unconscious, forcing the judges to intervene immediately.
He no longer wasted mana.
He no longer made unnecessary movements.
Every spell had its purpose, while every dodge was as minimal as possible.
Slowly, his thoughts began to fade as he entered a familiar trance.
Everything around him began to change.
