"What?!...What happened to him?!?" Prescilla exclaimed as she stood up from her seat, shockedly looking at Fionn.

All of the professors on the panel also stood up with her, surprised and curious as to what kind of mana could emit such a malevolent and vile aura.

On the arena.

Feeling the dangerous aura emanating from Fionn, Titus' backed up quickly, keeping a wary eye on him.

Fionn, on the other hand, just stood there like an undead, his head cocked upwards to the sky. His eyes were pitch black and vacant. Looking at his current posture, one might think that the simple act of standing is too difficult for him, but in contrast to his posture, the amount of mana being brewed in his body now would even scare a rank 1.

His body sucked mana from the surroundings like a hungry furnace, the golden sun imprint on his head emitting an intense brilliance rivalling even the real sun.

As everyone held their breath, Fionn lifted his hand, and a gun slowly materialised on it. The gun was nearly half his height, pitch black in colour, and covered in various runes that were also black in colour; it was Fionn's AWM avatar. As the gun completely materialised, the black mana that had previously been wildly gushing out of Fionn's body began entering the gun as if it had found a purpose .

Titus summoned his shield from his spatial ring while staring at Fionn, who was engulfed in a malevolent black mana and had summoned another strange avatar. Entering his mana into the shield, he adjusted it to his massive size and took a defensive stance, not making the mistake of underestimating his opponent again. In the meantime, he also drank a mana potion to replenish his mana reserves.

Titus finished his preparation quickly and waited for his opponent to make the first move. But while he waited, Fionn didn't even move from his spot, he just kept staring blankly at the sky.

Titus, unable to bear it any longer, took an offensive stance and exclaimed, "SOUL FREEZE!" He casted the same lethal spell once more, intended to incapacitate Fionn again.

However, the spell became completely ineffective this time as Fionn did not even move after receiving the spell, as though he's a person without a soul.

On the balcony.

"You excellence, things don't seem too optimistic for Titus, should I order other first years to assist him?" the butler observed as he looked around the arena.

"There's no need. He has a rank 5 bloodline; sending reinforcement will be an utter disgrace to him, his family, and us. In any case, this is a good opportunity for him to tap into his potential," the director said.

On the arena.

" It's impossible!" Titus murmured, surprised that his spell had become ineffective.

Fionn, on the other hand, slowly lowered his head after being attacked and fixed his gaze on Titus. The residual mana from Titus' attack was gradually consumed by the black mana around him. When he was stared at by those vacant pitch black eyes, goosebumps rose all over Titus' body and a foreboding feeling rose in his heart.

BOOOOOOOOOOM!

While staring Fionn lifted the gun, swaying left and right like a zombie, and pulled the trigger. As he pulled the trigger, a mana bullet resembling a spiralling spear exited the gun with a loud noise that nearly deafened the audience. Despite his undead-like movement, his aim was terrifying as the mana bullet flew straight at Titus' head.

BBAANG! CRACK!

When Titus saw the incoming projectile, he raised his shield to his head and blocked the attack. As the attack collided with the shield, a massive shockwave blasted through the arena, destroying it and scattering rocks and dust everywhere. Despite his enormous size, Titus took a dozen steps back, coughing a mouthful of blood as he stabilised and gazed at the shield in his hands. A web of cracks had formed on the shield, almost fragmenting it, and it appeared to have aged many years.

Throwing the shield away, he pulled out another, this one appearing to be of a higher grade than the previous one. Without waiting for the dust to settle, he took to the skies, flapping his wings and searching for Fionn, his fighting spirit rekindled. But just as he started looking for Fionn, he felt a sudden and drastic rise in the temperature of his surroundings. Moving his gaze left and right, he noticed the temperature in the arena was rapidly rising. The ice domain he had meticulously created throughout the arena was evaporating like a drop of water in a hot pan, as if meeting its nemisis. The temperature was becoming so high that even fine dust particles in the air began to burn.

"GLACIAL DOME!" exclaimed Titus without a second's hesitation, his heart pounding with a sense of impending doom.

Instantly, a transparent sphere of thick ice formed around him, encasing him. Titus turned around and placed the shield in front of him after the sphere formed. As he finished his defensive measures and looked out of the transparent ice shield to see what was causing all this heat. What he saw was Fionn speeding towards him on his skysurf board, his body engulfed in a purple flame in addition to the black mana. The temperature around that flame was so high that the space itself appeared to be on fire.