Reincarnation Of A Swordsman: The Omni Mage

Chapter 58: Kyle's Revenge

[Lightning Bolt: Lv 1 >> Lv 2]

'I want to test this out,' Kyle thought, dismissing his previous thought of returning home. 'I'll go book another fight!'

He quickly went to the registration booth and booked another Elemental Battle, after which he returned to the Gambling booth, staking all 2750 credits on himself.

He had a 1.5 odd of winning the match, that means his opponent might not be much stronger than him.

Some matches passed before his time finally came for his match.

The crowd roared as the announcer's voice echoed throughout the arena.

"Returning for his second match of the day, we have Abyss ranked 101! Going against him, a newbie, Milo.

Two lightning mages clash in what promises to be an electrifying battle! Who will come out on top?"

Kyle recognized his opponent almost immediately—Milo, his first real defeat in this world and he even managed to defeated him twice.

'I wonder why he's here. But, who cares?' Kyle licked his lips and smiled beneath the mask. 'This is gonna be fun.'

"Begin!"

The announcer began the match and Milo wasted no time.

He summoned a Lightning Bolt with blinding speed, and launched it towards Kyle.

The bolt flew across the pit in a flash of brilliant light, aimed directly at Kyle's chest.

But Kyle had no intention of letting Milo have the upper hand.

In a blur, he activated Lightning Dash, his body moving out of the bolt's path with zero effort.

The crowd gasped, impressed by the sudden burst of speed from the masked fighter.

Milo frowned when his bolt failed to hit, quickly firing off another Lightning Bolt with his incredibly quick casting speed.

But Kyle dodged again, this time, the bolt missed him by some inches.

Milo grew frustrated that he hadn't landed a hit, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep up if his opponent kept using that spell.

'Why didn't I try harder? I would have had that spell too.'

He had already seen a breakthrough that day, but he couldn't afford [Lightning Dash].

Milo made a trip to the mall after he missed his elective course to break through.

But the price of 200 credits was not something he could come close to, except he starved himself for a long time.

Milo, dejected, decided to try asking a senior on how he could make credits.

That was what brought him here. The senior proposed that he gave with 10% of his Arena earnings this month to him, which he agreed immediately.

Nowz he was here with a purpose, but first he had to get through his first hurdle— the masked guy.

But, every time Milo unleashed a bolt, Kyle would slip out of range, his Lightning Dash giving him the ability to cover ground in an instant.

Milo could only fire a limited number of bolts—five, at most six—before his mana reserves would be depleted.

And right now, Kyle was playing with Milo, letting him burn through his mana without landing a single hit.

A third Lightning Bolt crackled through the air, and Kyle sidestepped it easily, his movements smooth and fluid.

He hadn't cast a single spell yet, and the crowd murmured, wondering why Abyss was toying with his opponent.

Milo's frustration became more apparent with each miss. His brow furrowed, and his hands trembled slightly as he summoned a fourth bolt.

This time, Kyle decided to respond.

Milo launched the bolt, and in the same instant, Kyle raised his hand, gathering lightning energy of his own. Lightning Bolt.

A brilliant surge of electricity leaped from his palm, colliding with Milo's attack in mid-air. The clash of the two spells sent a shockwave through the arena, and sparks rained down like fireworks.

Milo took a step back, his eyes widening. He hadn't expected Abyss to cast back at him so quickly—and with such precision.

Kyle could feel Milo's growing anxiety, and it only fueled his desire to make the fight more enjoyable for himself.

He hadn't forgotten how Milo had ridiculed him in training, how he'd looked down on Kyle as if he were insignificant. Now, Kyle had the chance to turn the tables.

The next moment, Milo launched his fifth Lightning Bolt, the speed still incredible, but this time Kyle didn't dodge.

Instead, he activated Lightning Dash just as the bolt closed in, not to avoid it, but to close the distance between them. He appeared directly in front of Milo in the blink of an eye.

Milo's eyes widened in shock as Kyle's hand crackled with energy. Lightning Bolt. Kyle unleashed the spell at point-blank range, and before Milo could even react, the bolt struck him squarely in the chest, sending him flying backward across the arena. The crowd erupted in cheers, the intensity of the fight escalating.

Milo groaned as he struggled to get back on his feet, his body aching from the direct hit.

He was out of Lightning Bolts now, his mana pool dangerously low.

He had one more shot, and that was it. Desperation flickered in his eyes as he summoned the last remnants of his strength for one final attack.

Kyle, on the other hand, was still perfectly composed. His mana reserves were untouched, and his movements were effortless.

He waited patiently for Milo to make his final move, the mischievous smile still lingering under his mask.

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"Zap!!"

With a furious shout, Milo fired his sixth and final Lightning Bolt, pouring everything he had into the spell.

The bolt was faster, brighter, more powerful than the previous ones—but it didn't matter.

Kyle raised his hand calmly and cast another Lightning Bolt, the spell ripping through the air with frightening accuracy.

The two bolts collided once again, but this time, Kyle's was stronger. His bolt overpowered Milo's, pushing through and slamming into Milo's chest for the second time.

Milo crumpled to the ground, defeated. His mana was depleted, his energy spent, and there was nothing left for him to give.

The crowd cheered wildly as Kyle stood victorious, the masked fighter having dominated the entire match without breaking a sweat.

Kyle stared down at Milo for a moment, savoring the victory. The payback was sweeter than he had imagined.

Milo had no idea who had just beaten him, and that made the win all the more satisfying. Revenge, after all, was best served cold—and in this case, masked.

The announcer's voice boomed through the arena once again. "Two matches, two victories for the rising star! Give it up for ABYSSSS!!!"

The crowd erupted into applause, excited by the display of skill and power they had just witnessed.

Kyle turned away from Milo, heading back toward the exit of the pit. His heart raced, not from exertion, but from the exhilaration of the fight.

He had played with Milo, tested his limits, and emerged victorious without even needing to reveal the full extent of his power.

As he left the arena floor, Kyle couldn't help but think about what would come next.

His rank would undoubtedly rise again, and with each victory, more eyes would be on him.

The gamblers, the spectators, the other fighters—they were all starting to take notice of Abyss.

But for Kyle, this was just the beginning.