"Space Talent. No 73.

Mass Destructor."

Sigman chanted.

"Darkness Talent. No 49.

Yang Fire."

Modred chanted.

"Shadow Talent. No 55.

Will of Black."

Sigman, Modred, and John chanted simultaneously, summoning three enormous spells.

Mass Destructor was an energy orb pretty much capable of erasing objects and matter with less mana than the caster. It is also effective against mages of similar tier. Less effective on higher-ranked mages.

Yang Fire is a darkness spell that takes the form of flames. It burns the opponent till nothing but a husk of their former selves remains. The flame chipped at mental strength. It inflicted no actual physical harm.

The Will of Black, a common shadow spell that creates shadow constructs. These constructs are self-healing, making them near indestructible, and they consume very little mana.

Roe retaliated before any of these spells could make contact.

His answer, a bluff.

"Energy Type Talent."

He chanted. He was tightly holding his staff.

Readying to do no more than a mana beam. A supercharged one at that.

The beam initially clashed with the Mass Destructor. It was being consumed like child’s play.

He intensified its output.

It made no difference.

Power on as he might, the orb was still consuming his attack whole.

"I’ll try something new. A page from your own book," he said. "I hope this works."

He left his staff, placed it erect, and commanded it to continue raising its own output.

It was a rather basic spell, but like Modred earlier, he was remotely activating a spell.

"Energy Type Talent. No 790.

Field of Power."

A pulse immediately released from Roe. A visible field existed between him and the other three.

This was always his plan.

He knew he would struggle when going against mages regardless of the amount. He was originally expecting to take on forty-four to seventy-nine mages on his own.

He was glad he prepared for the worst.

This made planning hard, but the results would soon speak for themselves.

Modred tried touching the field.

He realized it rejected him.

The orb was still an issue.

He managed to dodge the flames of the Yang Fire spell. The field isolated most of it. The pulse sent it back.

John could still use his shadow constructs.

Roe knew what he had to do.

The orb was still a problem. John was still armed. The only one barely doing anything right now was Modred.

This made him the perfect pick.

"Energy Type Talent. No 791.

Pulse Field."

Pulse Field channeled the energies of various energy fields, allowing the user to transmit pulse-like attacks mimicking the properties of different energies.

Remember, the students all have limited spell counts. They only have more than one or two because of the little rewards obtained from their practice raids.

They mostly had a small kit.

Mostly.

Roe fired one pulse attack towards Modred.

He managed to dodge, so Roe followed up with ten more, varying their velocities and magnitude.

One finally connected.

The orb was nearing closer, limiting his range, not so much the others.

He was wondering why John was coming in close to use his weapons.

He had to counter and fast, but first...

"Electric Field."

He said.

Modred was immediately tased.

"Magnetic Field."

He followed.

"Woah!" Modred shouted.

He was immediately attracted to the field Roe set up.

Now his face and whole body were laying vertically across the field.

He couldn’t move.

He couldn’t chant any spell.

"I’m sure it should go without saying that you don’t want those pulses touching you, my guy," Sigman said.

"Without saying then," John replied.

"Now this.

Energy Type Talent. No 100.

Potential Trope."

It operated on the principle of potential energy.

The spell can generate energy from anything Roe’s mana comes in contact with that is no longer moving.

The thing will subsequently remain in a state where it does not move.

It operates on the principle of potential energy.

Roe grabbed his staff.

This time he wasn’t shooting just regular mana at it.

He was using solar energy.

His beams were solar-powered.

They didn’t make much of a difference at first.

Sigman realized he would have to power his orb a bit more.

The moment he did, a delay occurred.

The orb had stopped moving.

Roe sighed.

"Trope success."

He was now being awarded mana.

He looked at Modred and did the same.

Modred was already static.

He sent a beam to him just to make sure.

The orb didn’t dissipate.

It was just neutralized.

It was no longer going to be an issue.

"Can you handle things? I’ll do support for a while. I put a lot of my mana into that," Sigman asked John.

He was fine with taking the reins.

Sigman fired beams.

His attacks were being perfectly countered by Roe’s staff.

’Incredible. It’s acting autonomously from its user. It’s gone beyond a basic command. Now it’s like it has a mind of its own,’ Sigman thought.

Clang.

Cling.

The sound of weapons clashing.

One was a sword.

The other a sword.

One made from shadow, the other from wind energy. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

After one big swing, John proceeded to kick Roe.

He actually got sent flying back.

He hit his own field.

Roe himself was expecting a hard impact.

Modred even smiled, thinking Roe would be getting a taste of his own medicine.

That never happened.

Roe slipped right through.

The others were still trapped in there.

He was now outside.

"Wind Talent. No 534.

Wind Hunter."

Faux chanted as he launched arrows of different sizes at Roe.

He managed to dodge a few.

He did sustain damage in the leg, however.

He reached for his staff.

It didn’t come.

This was when he realized he made it out without the staff.

’The Energy Field must be jamming our signal.

The only way I’ll get to use it is if I were to shut down the field.

That’s definitely not happening.

I guess it’s going to be just me for a while.’

’Not a problem.’

’Not a problem at all.’