My Free Will System: Transmigrating Into My Favorite Immersion Game

"Brat!" Terius barked,

He wasted no time. His eyes narrowed, and with a flick of his wrist, he called out, "Gale Strike!" A powerful blast of wind shot toward Elias, the air howling with the force of the spell. Elias stood his ground, his expression unreadable.

"[Ward of null]"

The wind slammed into him, yet he didn't flinch; instead, it seemed to flow around him, dispersing harmlessly.

Terius gritted his teeth, frustration flickering in his eyes. He stepped forward, his fingers tracing a pattern in the air. "Tempest Blade!" he shouted. A razor-sharp crescent of wind hurtled toward Elias.

"[Bladewalk]"

The attack struck, but Elias merely stepped to the side, letting the blade of air pass by him, slicing into the stone wall behind. He barely seemed to notice.

Undeterred, Terius raised both hands, summoning more of his power. The air around him crackled with energy. "Cyclone Burst!" A swirling vortex of wind erupted from Terius, racing toward Elias with deafening force.

Dust and debris were swept up in the maelstrom, obscuring the view. But when the dust settled, Elias stood unharmed, his clothes slightly ruffled, a calm expression still on his face.

Elias finally moved, taking a single step forward. "Is that all you have, Terminus?" he asked, his voice steady and cold. "Your spells are impressive, but they lack... impact."
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Terius's eyes blazed with determination. "I'll show you impact, and it's Terius, not Terminus" he hissed. He clenched his fists, and the air around him began to hum with energy.

"Hurricane Fury!" With a roar, he unleashed a massive, spiraling column of wind, the ground beneath it cracking and breaking apart under the pressure.

Elias, however, stood firm. As the hurricane-force winds crashed into him, he raised a hand, effortlessly parting the violent currents. He walked through the storm, his movements steady and unhurried. Each step he took seemed to dissipate the power of the spell until he stood directly before Terius, the wind dying down around them.

Terius stumbled back, panting. His eyes widened as Elias reached out, not in aggression, but almost gently, placing a hand on Terius's shoulder.

Terius tried to step back, but Elias's grip tightened, not painfully, but firmly. "Calm down," Elias continued. "No need to be in a hurry."

Terius shook his head, his frustration boiling over. "You brat!" he spat. "I have to win. I will win!"

Whack!

Terius' eyes widened, and he held his reddened cheek, "What?" He looked around in puzzlement. Elias had slapped him, the force of the slap caused the hood of his cloak to fall off, revealing the face of the man behind the cowl.

His face was rugged and weathered, marked by a few noticeable scars. His one good eye was striking, with a piercing gaze. His hair, somewhat long and tousled, frames his face in a disheveled manner, giving him an overall rugged look.

"Don't think about it too much, I just slapped you," Elias said

He grabbed the still-confused Terius by his hood, and with all his might, he flung him across the arena.

Terius staggered to his feet, to see the imposing figure of Elias approaching him calmly and in that moment he felt something he hadn't in a long while; fear.

"Want to know a fun fact? The same spells used by different calibers of mages can produce varying results, it's all because of their mana density.

The larger and deeper the mana well, the denser the mana released is, enabling a more powerful effect.

For example, you casted 'Hurricane Fury', and it was what? Twelve? Fifteen feet? The power and size are impressive, but it could be better

So Watch closely"

"Hurricane Fury" Elias said in a low tone

The air crackled with energy as the immense spiraling column of wind began to form, reaching high into the sky and dwarfing the combatants below. The arena, along with the magical barrier set in place to protect the audience, quaked as the spell gathered strength.

Dust and loose materials were lifted and swirled within the whirlwind, which grew louder and more intense with each passing moment. Finally the spell had grown to its limit, it stood at a colossal height of sixty feet and spanned a diameter of twenty feet at the base

Terius looked up at the approaching Hurricane, and in addition to his fear, he felt an intense wave of awe wash over him. He closed his eyes, and resigned to his fate.

As the spell descended on Terius Black, the winds enveloped him, pulling him into the heart of the storm. The force of the winds was so immense that it tore at his clothes and skin, and he struggled to stay grounded but failed ultimately.

The barrier surrounding the arena vibrated, under the strain of containing the powerful spell. The audience watched in awe and horror as debris and dust whirled through the air, creating a cyclone of chaos within the confines of the battleground

The ground beneath the column cracks and shifts, small objects and loose stones are lifted and torn apart, and the air was thick with dust and debris. The sound was a deafening roar that drowned out all other noises as Hurricane Fury unleashed its full might. Despite the protective barrier, the audience could feel the sheer power of the spell.

As the winds of "Hurricane Fury" finally dissipated, the arena fell into an eerie silence, broken only by the faint crackling of residual energy.The ground was scarred with deep gouges and cracks where the powerful winds tore through the surface.

Debris was scattered everywhere—fragments of stone, dirt, and shattered remnants of the arena's fixtures. A thin layer of dust hangs in the air, slowly settling back to the ground.

Terius Black lay at the epicenter of the destruction, visibly battered by the relentless force of the spell. His clothing was tattered, ripped to shreds by the high-speed winds and flying debris. Bloodied and bruised, he lay there, though conscious, he was unable to move, his body was marked with numerous cuts and abrasions, his limbs twisted in unnatural directions

His hair was disheveled, and dirt clung to his skin, courtesy of the violent maelstrom he endured. His breathing was labored, each breath drew in the dust-filled air, and his eyes were filled with nothing but pain.

Around the perimeter of the arena, the magical barrier stood intact but visibly strained, shimmering with residual energy from the intense onslaught it contained. The audience, though shielded from the direct effects of the spell, sat stunned in silence, the sheer scale of the destruction left them in awe.

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