However, Kai Dawnsworn did not seem to notice any of the tension around him. He remained unshakably arrogant, his golden eyes fixed on the eagle-eyed leader from Blackbell. "If he can use a Spell Matrix in battle, why can't I use spell scrolls? If you all already know you can't win, then just leave. Stop throwing a tantrum."

"He created the matrix himself. That's his innate ability, so of course he can use it in battle," reasoned the eagle-eyed leader, trying to justify the fairness.

Kai scoffed lightly. "Well, I inscribed these spell scrolls myself, so that's part of my abilities too. If he can use a matrix, why can't I use scrolls?" The leader's face darkened; words failed him. Kai's shamelessness had reached a level beyond comprehension.

The students of Greenhold Academy were stunned. Had he truly said he personally inscribed those spell scrolls? A seventh plane cultivator in the Enigma Plane creating top-grade scrolls was unheard of. Even Tiger had only crafted a top-grade Spell Matrix because he was a Blade-Seer; his War Soul was the matrix itself.

"It wouldn't matter if you inscribed them yourself. I created my matrix in the middle of the battle, while you came prepared with pre-inscribed scrolls. How can these be compared?" Tiger's voice was sharp, laced with disbelief. He thought Kai's words were pure nonsense.

Kai tilted his head lightly, a serene smile playing on his lips. "Since you won't admit defeat, I'll just continue fighting until you accept it." His gaze then swept across the elders of Greenhold Academy. "Could someone please ready a pencil and some scroll paper for me?"

The higher-ups exchanged startled glances. Was Kai really planning to inscribe scrolls in the midst of combat?

"I'll get them," an elder replied quickly, disappearing into the side of the arena. The murmurs in the crowd swelled as everyone studied Kai intently. Could he truly be a rune craft prodigy? Could he really create the scrolls he'd already used? If what he claimed was true, then his talent was nothing short of miraculous.

Moments later, the elder returned, placing a pencil and a stack of scroll papers in front of Kai.

"Thank you," Kai said politely, though his tone carried the calm confidence of a master. He spread the scroll papers before him, and then began to inscribe with a fluidity that was almost hypnotic.

"What is he doing?" whispered someone. Inscribing scrolls was an art like creating a matrix—speed and precision were everything. Tiger, as a Blade-Seer, could instantly form a matrix using his War Soul. Could Kai, even if a true inscriber, possibly match such efficiency while under attack?

Even the thought of being struck mid-inscription made observers tense. Yet Kai seemed utterly unconcerned, as though challenging impossibility itself.

Tiger's eyes narrowed. "Is he mocking me?" Fury burned in him at the sight of Kai working so calmly. To inscribe scrolls in the heat of battle with a Blade-Seer? It was audacious, almost disrespectful.

Kai lifted his pencil with unwavering composure, exuding a radiant aura that seemed almost holy. His presence made the audience want to believe in him. Some murmured that perhaps he had been born with an aura like this—born to command awe.

With a controlled breath, Tiger released his War Soul once more. This time, the Spell Matrix took the form of ice. The Water Elemental Spiritual Mana in the area surged toward the matrix, solidifying into glacial forms. With a controlled breath, Tiger released his War Soul once more. This time, the Spell Matrix took the form of ice. A blizzard erupted around Tiger, freezing the very air; even from a distance, one could feel the icy grip spreading.

"Because his War Soul is the matrix, he can manipulate all elements. His control over this ice is terrifying," a student from Greenhold murmured. Even their elders, despite being rivals, couldn't hide their awe. Tiger was indeed a genius—an elite cultivated beyond measure. No wonder Blackbell had brought him here to showcase their might.

Yet the young man whom Greenhold had once doubted sat fearlessly in the snow, focusing on his craft.

Kai Dawnsworn crouched low, snow collecting around him, as lightning Spiritual Mana infused his pencil. Every stroke traced patterns like dragons dancing across the paper. His movements were fluid, precise, and impossibly fast, a symphony of skill and talent.

A long icicle shot forth from Tiger's icy matrix.

"Watch out!" cried several onlookers, fear lacing their voices. But Kai's focus never wavered. Lightning arced from his pencil, forming a shimmering curtain that struck the icicle midair. It shattered explosively, scattering shards across the snow.

"A Lightning Shield," someone recognized from the crowd. It was a defensive spell, elegantly timed, that had blocked the deadly icicle.

Tiger's blizzard roared around him as he completed his matrix. He raised both hands, commanding the frozen world to attack. Dozens of icicles surged toward Kai like a thousand frozen spears.

"Finished!" Kai lifted his pencil and the final scroll into the air. Lightning cascaded from the paper, erasing every incoming icicle with dazzling precision.

Even now, Kai kept his head bowed, inscribing more scrolls with relentless fluidity. The grace in his motions, paired with his striking appearance, drew awe and admiration. Female disciples whispered, hearts pounding—who would have imagined such raw power and beauty combined?

Even now, Kai kept his head bowed, inscribing more scrolls with relentless fluidity. The grace in his motions, paired with his striking appearance, drew awe and admiration. Female disciples whispered, hearts pounding—who would have imagined such raw power and beauty combined?

Feya's gaze lingered on Kai as he sat in the snow. A subtle sadness flickered across her expression, a quiet ache she didn't fully understand. He was only beginning to reveal his talents, yet even at this early stage, it was clear—his gifts were unmatched, unparalleled by anyone else around him.

The snow swirled, the air crackled with lightning, and the icy winds howled. Two prodigies, two forces of nature, faced each other—a battle not only of power, but of will and ingenuity.

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