Disciple Cultivation System:All my students are legendary.

In the world of Abyssals chronicles two opposing forces claded.

Mana and Aura or a tale of Knights and mage as many had dubbed it.

Mages as they would like to call themselves harnesses the spiritual energy of the world, absorbing them into their body and creating what is know as a mana core.

Knights, warriors or Aura users on the otherhand are able to harness aspects of their life force, convert that info a form of energy and create an aura core.

In a way they both were the same but what they could be used for wasn't the same.

Mana along Incantation(god language) allowed it's users to convert mana into physical and abstract phenomenon. With mana one could create a ball of flames, a streak of lightning or even manipulate the every essence of space. The only limit being the Will of the user.

Aura on the other hand allowed the user to boost their physical stats to astronomically height with the limit being Intent.

For many years the two opposing forces had argued about which of the two energies were superior and generations after generation non could decide.

A mage lived with the mindset that with a strong enough skill they could blow up mountains but warriors confident in their physical boost argued they could perform a similar feat. Hence centuries back a test was held to see if they were right or wrong.

The strongest mage of that generation has unleashed the most powerful spell in their arsenal completely leveling a mountain rage.

The strongest warrior of that generation burning with fighting spirit had followed after using all his might to unleashed a punch that left an almost city wide crater within a mountain range.

A conclusion hadn't been meet back then and neither now as Art body was assaulted by a tremendous wave of invisible pressure that almost caused him to fall on his kneels.

With a pale expression and drenched in sweat, his vision flickered back and forth his knees almost giving in seconds after the pressure crashed into his body and soul.

Mana zone that was the ability tearing through him. The phenomenon was performed when a mage expels large ounces of mana out their body and expanses it. Mana was the essence of the world and filled every part of it,even the air one breathed in this world was filled with mana hence merely expanding one's mana shouldn't pulse any harm unless said mana was so concentrated it's very essence could be seen. If the mana that filled the world was like a morning dew, then the one from mana zone was like a tsunami.

Large, crashing, frightful and aimed to flooded anything it caught within.

"Ah....."

Feeling his breath grow heavy, Art holding the sword with one hand grasp his throat, a suffocating feeling engulfing his being.

"You body.... it's far too weak to handle that..huh?"

Not so memories flashed at the back of his mind as his eyes widened in horror.

Stumbling back with his back against the wall, only a particular thoughts ranned through his mind.

Death.

He was going to die like before. He didn't want didn't want to die...death was scary...he hated death.

[User's emotional meter: unstable 1]

Ignoring the prompt his heart began to pound rapidly, his legs growing shacky.

The discomfort of suffocating, the fear of death along the tremendous killing intent from Villeir began to worn out his body.

"Fucking mistake!"

Finding the sight pathetic...so pathetic he couldn't help but curse, Villeir took a step forward, his mana surging out uncontrollably sending cracks on the ground with each step he took.

"Those low-levels should be done by now."

Cutting the surge from his body and concentrating them all in his right palm,it glowed an omnious red and with a simple thruster muttered," Sanguis Ten."

The room flashed with a brilliant red light and what Art saw caused him to steel his body and mind.

BOOM!!

A violent boom accompanied the light and one's the light has died out a distorted palm imprint had craved through the wall infront of him but...

"He dodged."

The murders intent in Viller's eyes died out as he saw Art ones cowing in fear standing beside the aftermath of his attack with a surprise look.

"You....how?" Snapping with a bewildered look, he screamed causing Art as clueless as him to shrug.

"I missed."

Accumulating a new wave of mana into both his palms this time, he swung both down at Art and as the light flashed one's more, ten claw like red clash lunged at Art from the front.

[Snowdance sword art activated]

[Form 1: Balance on ice]

With an forgein glint in his spahhire eyes, Art overcomed by inhuman swiftness and agility meet the slash head on, carefully weaving through them with focused steps and nimble feets.

"HOW?"

Maddened he spread his hands apart, manifesting dozens of blood red spear behind him. With a clenched of his fist the spears began to rotate and where shot foward.

[Form 2: Snow lift]

Overcome by a new knowledge in swordsmanship, Art placed both his hands on the hilt of the blade, then firmly wrapping them around it to to strengthen his hold swung it up at the incoming projectile.

His swing fluid but lacking in grace clashed with the tip of the spear, the force tilting its up and sending it shooting pass his head and locked deep into the ceiling.

A violent tremors rippled through the building as fragments of the ceiling crumble of and fall to the ground.

For a moment both Art and Viller stopped right and looked up to the ceiling where the blood spear had jammed into.

Villier was fearful because he was sure he was definitely a rank of two above Art while Art was joyful because even if it had been a tiny spark he had felt the use of aura in his parry.

With a gasp and almost indescribable expression the remianed spear being Villeir desolved into mana particles as he held his forehead in irritation.

"Congratulations you're been accepted."

His tone lacking in emotion followed