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Gritting his teeth, Ian sprinted forward with great speed towards Nix.

With a fluid-like movement of his hands around him, he created rings of lightning around him.

Whoosh!

Nix looked over at Lank, he was still in a critical position and might not survive the struggle going on between him and the other collector.

'Lank, I'll be there to help in a moment, after I deal with my friend over here.' Nix let out a sigh, shaking his head.

He watched as Ian's hand got closer to his face, the lightning springing out came out in slow movements that caused Nix to tilt his head to the side.

He wondered why Ian's movement slowed to him.

Sidestepping, he ducked under the spiral rings of lightning.

Making a quick 180° turn, he gave a kick on the back of Ian.

At that moment the whole surrounding area accelerated and returned to the way it is.

Propelling Ian forward, he skidded across the arena, his lightning dispersed upon a hard contact with the ground.

Ian's body trembled as he tried to force himself up, coughing out blood from his lips.

"Who would have thought that you could bleed?" Nix's cold voice could be heard from behind Ian.

Looking over his shoulder, his hair falling on his face. He heaved heavily with a glare at Nix's approaching figure.

The swift way in which Nix had countered his attack scared the hell out of him, no one apart from his master could easily evade his attack.

Yet the inexperienced fire ranker had swiftly done so. This didn't feel normal at all.

"No witty remarks?!" Nix hissed in irritation at how pathetic Ian looked.

Even though he wasn't going to kill him, he was sure as hell going to make him pay for hurting his friend. Until there could be a way of allowing Lumina to see to what extent her dead brother had fallen, he would let him off with a mark.

[Gift: fire in effect]

[Flame sphere barrier]

Ian yelled in rage as a ball of flame covered the surrounding area around him. This was one of his weaknesses, the ever-burning flame by a fire user was a bane to his fragile body that wasn't suited for such a situation.

Making sure that the flames burning intensified, he cut out access to visibility from Ian's viewpoint.

Unable to hit on the barrier, he simply sat on the floor feeling dejected and useless.

Nix had slipped in a bit of his passive gift around the flames to curtail its sparks.

"Stay down for a while, I need to take care of your friend over there," Nix muttered.

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"Why don't you just give up already?!" The collector spat at Lank, his claws an inch away from Lank's eyeball.

Lank's chest thumped hard, he had regretted jumping in without thinking things through, now he had triggered a monster who had similar power to his.

"Fat chance!" Lank snarled, holding his lot against him.

The collector only grew angry at what Lank had said, he couldn't believe a mere recruit could hold him off for this long.

He had pushed downwards as he tried to gain a better advantage over the inexperienced feral.

"You should have been powerful, you and your feral friend hold power that rivals most gift and magic users," he snapped, feeling angered that their talent had not been cultivated to its peak.

"Still you both hold yourselves back and that would be a fatal mistake as you met the wrong opponent this time. Die and await unlocking the full potential of your ability!"

Lank scrunched up his nose, his face in a twist of confusion at the nonsense he was listening to. As much as he was trying to get some information out of this crazy collector, none of it sounded smart to him.

'What the f*ck are you talking about?' Lank cocked a brow at the deranged look on the collector, careful not to lose his guard while in a fire situation.

"What was it about death?" Nix cut in, his strong hand on the collector's shoulder as he gave a disturbing eye-shut smile.

'Ha! We'll see who dies now!' Lank had a smirk as he watched the collector be pulled off him like a piece of rag doll.

Even though he was glad about the timely arrival of Nix, he was also worried by the sort of aura that was seething off him–that was way too far gone.

He could tell from the blue aura that outlined Nix's body that it was far from over for the collector.

Nix stood tall and cast a demeaning look at the collector. Without thinking much about the consequences of his actions, he activated his passive gift.

[Passive gift: Telekinetic binding in effect]

"You're of no use to me." Nix sneered, his eyes gleaming coldly.

Since he was of no use unlike Ian, he was free to use his gifts the way he pleased. They were all alone, devoid of the watchful eyes of the organization.

​ If Obsidian could learn about the secret of his summons, he wasn't going to hide this secret from Lank.

Lank crawled back, shocked by the ability Nix was displaying in front of him.

'What are you?' He panicked, disturbed by the collector forced to his knees.

He could see the collector struggle for freedom, but the crooked gesture of Nix's fingers facing downwards only told of his undisputed hold on the collector.

"Yield!" Nix said in a peal of crazed laughter.

Underneath the collector's hands, the ground broke as they were forced into the ground. A claw snapped and then broke off from his finger, ripping out the flesh along with it.

"Aaagh!" The collector screamed in excruciating pain as he watched his index finger bleed.

"Who do you think would be dead today?" Nix questioned, wanting him to plead for mercy.

"You... just... got... lucky..." The collector forced the words out of his mouth.

"Lucky?" Nix repeated as he crouched and pulled up the collector's chin so they could stare into each other's eyes, "I would love for you to repeat that."