Chapter 561: Bashan's Excitement and Confusion
Using holy power to manipulate rocks consumed far less energy than generating them.
However, this method had a drawback.
The precision of control was noticeably lower.
This flaw had little impact on Posadong.
After becoming a Holy Knight, he had spent most of his time constructing buildings.
Construction relied heavily on control, as objects created by holy power would dissipate without sustained energy.
Thus, manipulating earth and stone to build structures day after day honed his precision to a remarkable degree.
Rumble!
Under the sand, earth and rocks over twenty meters wide rose from the ground, commanded by the earth and stone doll.
It resembled a small island floating in the sky.
Even in an arena over two hundred meters in diameter, it was striking.
This wasn't merely rock manipulation.
It also involved gravity control.
Rhythm of the Earth Posadong wielded the power to command the earth.
The extent of this power and its limits were known only to him.
The earth and stone dolls, as his creations, carried his holy power, serving as extensions of his abilities.
Under his direct control, they were far more versatile, even without additional power investment.
"Damn it! Is this guy serious?" Bashan exclaimed.
His eyes reddened as he watched the massive rocks rise.
Was this jerk holding a grudge? Was he deliberately disrespecting him?
"Attack! Stop that guy!" Bashan shouted to his team.
They had already worked together, using thunder to dispel the sandstorm and breaking free from the swamp to leap to another spot.
Hearing Bashan's command and seeing the rising earth and rocks, they were alarmed.
They needed to quickly stop the earth and stone doll controlling the terrain.
If the rocks rose and fell again, it was no joke.
"Don't hold back, use the magic potions!" one of Bashan's trusted aides urged loudly, sensing the urgency.
The team heeded the advice, aiming to swiftly defeat the other two earth and stone dolls.
Their current strength wasn't sufficient.
They had to use every means available.
If the renowned Thunder Spear failed in the knockout round, it would be humiliating.
Gulp! Gulp!
One by one, team members moved their hands so fast they left afterimages.
In less than a second, they opened colorful potions at their waists and drank them.
These were magic potions.
In the era of magic patterns, research on magic had never ceased.
Magic was broadly divided into two categories: magic types and magic attributes.
Types included fear magic, greed magic, gluttony magic, and more.
Attributes encompassed metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, light, and darkness.
Through this research, magic potions were developed.
They used upgraded magic plants and fruits as raw materials.
The potions fell into demonic categories and attributes.
Functionally, they were divided into healing, restorative, and enhancement types.
The potions used by Thunder Spear were primarily enhancement types.
They boosted magic power output and increased its potency.
Rumble!
As the team consumed the potions, their magic power surged.
Most were fear magic users, common in this world.
Fear magic accounted for over sixty percent of magic pattern users, making fear pattern users the majority.
"Let's go together!" Bashan commanded.
The Thunder Spear members split into two groups, each targeting one of the two earth and stone dolls.
One group consisted entirely of fear pattern users, while the other mixed different demonic types.
"Breath of Thunder!" the fear pattern users chanted.
Thunder surged toward one doll, a combined effort.
The other group unleashed their unique skills, coordinating their attacks.
"Running Thunder Tiger!" one shouted.
"Thunder Swamp!" another called.
"Thunder Gun!" a third declared.
"The Ground Leads to Snow!" another added.
Dazzling thunder attacks struck the earth and stone dolls.
As they attacked, Bashan gathered his strength.
He planned to wait until the two dolls were restrained before charging the third.
He aimed to disrupt its control.
"Hahaha, everyone's so enthusiastic!" Posadong exclaimed.
Watching Thunder Spear's counterattack, he flashed a passionate smile.
Nervous, trembling, fervent, this was the essence of battle!
But defeating him so easily was far from enough.
Whoosh!
Sand surged upward, forming turbulent, endless waves to block the magic pattern users' attacks.
Whether lightning, thunder tigers, or thunder guns, all were halted.
Triple sand waves connected, one after another.
The sharp edge of thunder was engulfed, even turning back toward the users.
This fierce interception and counterattack drained over half the holy power of one earth and stone doll.
Another doll's eyes glowed red.
Massive rocks, hundreds of meters high in the sky, suddenly plummeted.
Blessed with earth and stone, they fell vertically at an unnatural acceleration.
"This speed! Damn it!" Bashan cursed.
Seeing the rocks hurtling toward him, his expression changed drastically.
Hadn't he just complained a bit? Was this the result?
This lunatic!
Was he intentionally humiliating them?
"Thunder Spear!" Bashan roared.
Fully activated, he had no time to drink a potion.
He charged at the rapidly descending rocks.
The magic weapon armband on his arm poured out power.
Zap! Zap!
Thunder light burst from his body.
A massive thunder spear shot forward.
This was his hard-earned signature skill, now fully formed.
No matter how bad things got, Bashan refused to believe he couldn't defeat a few test dolls.
If he couldn't, how many guilds could pass?
Boom!
The thunder spear pierced the descending rocks, creating a gap several meters wide.
The blackened gap looked menacing.
Seeing this, Bashan felt a surge of excitement.
But the next moment, his excitement turned to confusion.
The rocks didn't shatter.
As they loomed larger and tilted slightly, the gap missed him.
Snap!
The rocks crashed down, pinning Bashan's body to the arena.
Boom!
Dust and sand billowed, shaking the entire venue.
Smoke and debris clouded the air, exuding destruction.
Spectators in the surrounding stands watched the spreading dust with trepidation.
Fortunately, a gray light shield emerged from the yellow stone wall at the arena's edge.
It blocked the exploding sand and rocks.
Otherwise, the front-row audience seats would have been a mess.
(End of this chapter)