All Jobs and Classes! I Just Wanted One Skill, Not Them All!

Chapter 457

Ludger didn’t rush in again.

He straightened just enough to reset his footing and studied the woman across from him. The cloak still hid her face, but her arms had moved, just slightly. Small motions. Precise. Not spellcasting gestures in the traditional sense, but deliberate adjustments, like someone giving quiet instructions rather than throwing power around.

Commands, he realized.

His eyes tracked the floating clusters of mana as they drifted, slow and patient, occupying space instead of attacking. From this distance, he still couldn’t tell how she was changing their aspect. There was no visible conduit, no obvious elemental anchor, no surge that marked the transition. One moment the clusters were neutral, barely distinguishable from background mana. The next, they carried heat or cold, fire or ice, assigned cleanly and without waste.

That kind of control bothered him. But the purpose was clear enough. Diversification.

Each sphere was the same structure, the same foundation, but the aspect could change at will. Fire to punish movement. Ice to slow, to lock joints, to force reactions. Add lightning, maybe acid, maybe something worse, and the number of possible combinations multiplied rapidly.

It wasn’t about overwhelming him in one strike. It was about space.

The arena around him was filling with what were essentially magic mines, suspended in the air and waiting to be triggered. Step wrong, move too fast, commit to a direction, and the response would be immediate. Predictable in concept, unpredictable in execution.

Ludger’s gaze narrowed as he followed their slow drift. Clever.

He could see the intent now. Surround him. Limit his options. Force him to spend mana and stamina clearing paths, defending, adjusting. Measure how much he could output, how long he could sustain pressure. Wear him down without ever committing to a decisive exchange.

A test, then. Not just of strength, but of endurance. And if he failed to break the pattern early, the arena itself would become the weapon.

The woman finally made a larger motion.

She raised one arm, palm open, and a significant portion of the floating mana spheres peeled away from the arena at once. They flowed toward her in smooth arcs, converging without collision, snapping into position as if pulled by invisible rails.

Then they began to spin.

Several spheres rotated clockwise, others counterclockwise, their paths overlapping in tight, controlled loops around her body. The motion accelerated quickly, the hum in the air rising as mana density spiked. Heat shimmered, frost crackled, sparks flashed and vanished, elements cycling too fast for the crowd to properly register.

She was erecting her defenses.

The rotation was tight. Efficient. The spheres moved fast enough that Ludger could barely track individual gaps, and even then only for a fraction of a second before they vanished again. There were openings, but they were fleeting, razor-thin windows that punished hesitation immediately.

He measured them anyway. Distance. Speed. Timing. Not good odds. Then her other arm came up. She extended it toward him, finger pointing straight at his chest.

The intent was unmistakable. They had reached a conclusion. Letting him stand there and think had already cost them one fighter. They weren’t going to repeat that mistake. Ludger moved the instant her arm fully extended.

Overdrive surged into his legs, wind mana flooding muscle and tendon in a clean, controlled burst. The world compressed as he sidestepped, sand exploding under his boots while his body slipped out of the direct line of attack by a hair’s breadth.

The spheres launched.

They didn’t streak forward like spells. They slid, accelerating to terrifying speed in near silence, clusters of condensed mana tearing through the air with nothing but pressure and intent. Ludger twisted, stepped, redirected his momentum again and again, movements sharp and economical as he threaded the narrow spaces between them.

He angled deliberately, drawing their paths just off his body, hoping to force them past him.

Let them hit the wall, he thought. Let the arena eat it.

But they didn’t.

At the last possible moment, just before impact, the spheres slowed. Not abruptly, precisely. Enough to curve, to drift, to avoid collision with stone and barriers alike. They adjusted their trajectories as if the arena itself were just another obstacle to be navigated. Perfect control.

Ludger ducked under one sphere and rolled through the sand, feeling displaced air tear across his back as it passed inches overhead. Another skimmed past his shoulder, so close the pressure tugged at his arms. He sprang up immediately, overdrive flaring again as he pivoted sideways, narrowly missing two converging clusters that would have crushed him between them.

What bothered him most wasn’t the speed. It was the restraint.

None of the spheres had taken on an elemental aspect yet. They remained neutral, raw mana held just below activation. That meant she could wait, delay the conversion until the exact moment of contact. Fire if he tried to block. Ice if he tried to evade. Lightning if he committed to a counter.

Every decision he made could be punished after it was made.

Ludger leapt, twisting midair as three spheres crossed where his torso had been a heartbeat earlier. He landed, slid, corrected, barely keeping ahead of the shifting kill zone. Sweat beaded at his temple as his mind raced, calculating paths faster than conscious thought could keep up.

She wasn’t throwing spells. She was herding him.

And the moment he made a single mistake, those neutral clusters would become something far more lethal, right at the point where it would hurt the most. As Ludger slipped past another near-miss, his mind stayed calm, analytical. If he were in her place, this wouldn’t be a finishing play.

Controlling that many mana constructs, maintaining position, velocity, spacing, and readiness to assign an aspect at any instant, had to be expensive. Not flashy expensive, but constant drain. The kind that didn’t show until it suddenly did. Even with exceptional control, no one kept a field like this active forever.

Which meant this phase had a purpose.

He adjusted his footwork, letting two spheres push him inward instead of away, eyes flicking across the arena as he reassessed the layout. The pattern was tightening. Gradual. Intentional.

Of course. This wasn’t about landing a single decisive hit. It was about guaranteeing damage.

If he were running this, he wouldn’t rely on timing a perfect strike. Too risky. Too many variables. The safest way to cash in all this setup would be to finish the encirclement, collapse the space, and remove every escape route at once. Turn movement into liability.

Once surrounded, she wouldn’t need to outthink him anymore. She’d just have to assign aspects and let proximity do the work. Fire, ice, lightning, doesn’t matter which. When there’s no room left, everything hits. Multiple impacts. No clean blocks. No perfect evasion.

A porcupine, he thought grimly. That was the endgame. And the longer he let her shape the field, the closer he got to standing at the center of it. 

The woman changed the rhythm again.

Her arm swept outward in a smooth, deliberate arc, and several of the roaming clusters peeled away from their pursuit paths. They drifted upward instead of forward, rising above the arena floor like silent sentinels. One by one, they settled into fixed positions, high above the sand, near the walls, just beneath the invisible barrier that enclosed the field.

Others followed.

More clusters slid outward and locked themselves into place along the perimeter, spacing themselves with meticulous care. Not evenly, intentionally. Each position overlapped with the next, lines of control crossing and reinforcing one another until the open space of the arena began to feel smaller, tighter, boxed in by invisible weight.

Ludger felt it immediately.

Escape routes vanished from his mental map one after another. The wide lanes he’d been using to maneuver narrowed. Vertical movement became risky. Horizontal bursts would run him straight into waiting clusters that didn’t need to chase him anymore, they just had to exist

.She wasn’t trying to hit him right now. She was sealing the arena.

The clusters above him hovered with quiet menace, unmoving but alert, their mana compressed and ready. Those along the sides adjusted minutely, drifting just enough to close gaps he hadn’t even realized he was relying on. Wherever he looked, there was a sphere close enough to react, close enough to punish sudden movement.

A cage, assembled piece by piece. Ludger slid to a halt, boots grinding into the sand as he reassessed, eyes flicking upward, outward, then back to her. His jaw tightened.

Tch.

The sound was sharp, irritated, barely audible over the crowd, but it carried his mood perfectly. Annoying.

She’d done it cleanly, too. No wasted motion. No excess flare. Just quiet, suffocating control. The arena that had once been open and forgiving now felt hostile, shaped entirely to her advantage.

Run, and he’d trigger half a dozen responses. Jump, and the ones above would descend. Charge, and the perimeter would collapse inward.

Ludger rolled his shoulders once, mana circulating faster as he adjusted to the pressure. His eyes returned to the cloaked woman, still standing calmly at the center of her rotating defenses.

So that’s how you want to play it, he thought. Fine.

If she wanted to take away his room to move, then he’d just have to make room the hard way.

Ludger moved first.

He raised one hand and pointed toward one of the hovering clusters near the arena’s edge. Mana gathered at his palm, compressed into a tight, efficient shape, and he fired without hesitation.

A mana bolt tore through the air. It wasn’t large. It wasn’t flashy. Just fast, dense, and clean.

The moment it launched, the woman reacted. Her fingers twitched, and the targeted cluster began to shift, drifting sideways to slip out of the bolt’s path. Ludger adjusted immediately. The bolt curved.

Not sharply, just enough. A subtle correction, driven by raw control rather than force, its trajectory bending mid-flight as Ludger poured fine adjustments into it. The air rippled as both constructs moved, attacker and defender locked into a silent contest of precision.

The distance between them vanished in a blink. They collided.

Mana met mana, compression failing catastrophically as the opposing structures destabilized each other. The result was immediate and violent. A sharp explosion blossomed outward, a concussive blast of light and pressure that kicked up sand and sent a hot shockwave rolling across the arena.

Flames flared briefly before collapsing in on themselves, leaving scorched ground and drifting embers behind. The crowd gasped.

Fragments of dissipating mana scattered like sparks before fading harmlessly away. Where the cluster had been, there was nothing but turbulent air and a smoking scar in the sand below.

Ludger lowered his hand slowly, eyes already tracking the remaining spheres. It wasn’t a clean win. But it was proof. Her control was impressive, but it wasn’t absolute.

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