Min smiled, thinking he had finally found a way to level the battlefield. He positioned himself again, this time with more confidence.
When combat began, Min immediately went all-out, creating multiple water currents that attacked from different angles. It seemed like an intelligent strategy... Even if Ren could control wind a bit better, it would still be difficult to handle so many simultaneous attacks with double the power and rhythm of Ren’s element.
The assault was genuinely impressive. Water spiraled through the air in complex patterns, each stream following a different trajectory designed to overwhelm any single-point defense. Min had clearly been thinking about this moment, planning how to exploit the limitations of lower level wind control.
But Ren still remained completely motionless.
Instead of using wind to counterattack directly, he began manipulating subtle air currents that interacted with Min’s water. Each water stream was gently redirected, their trajectories altered just enough so they passed harmlessly on either side of Ren.
The technique was almost impossible... It would require insane perception at the level of seeing the world in slow motion.
Where Min’s attacks were dramatic displays of elemental power, Ren’s defense consisted of small and fast adjustments to air pressure and flow.
Min was expending enormous amounts of energy trying to penetrate defenses that seemed to require minimal mana and effort.
Yet each redirection required perfect timing and understanding of mana that went far beyond normal elemental manipulation. Ren was reading the water’s intentions in the mana before Min had fully formed them, anticipating attack patterns and preparing counter-flows that would neutralize them without direct confrontation.
"How...?" Min stopped, breathing heavily.
The frustration in his voice was palpable. He had thrown everything he had at Ren, every technique he had mastered, every trick he had learned over 3 years of dedicated practice. Yet none of it had even touched his target.
"Intelligent usage," Ren explained simply. "You don’t need more power if you understand mana patterns better. If you used the energy from your jokes to practice more..."
The explanation was delivered with clinical detachment, as if Min were a problem to be solved rather than a friend to be encouraged. There was no warmth in Ren’s voice, no acknowledgment of the effort Min had put into the fight.
It didn’t take much longer for Min to become completely exhausted.
The sustained assault had drained his reserves faster than he had anticipated. His water snake’s scales had lost their brilliant luster, and his own breathing had become labored from channeling so much elemental power in such a short time.
"Argh," Min complained from the floor, his voice muffled by the carpet. "Those damn unfair magic eyes... Once a traitor, always a traitor..."
The victory had been even more decisive than before, and this time Ren hadn’t even used the same amount of mana.
Where their previous encounter had at least required Ren to at least actively counter Min’s attacks, this battle had been won through pure "lazy defensive superiority". Min had defeated himself trying to penetrate defenses that barely registered as a mental effort for his opponent.
Taro, who had been watching from his bed after being ignored when he entered, finally intervened.
"You know, you could have given him this round with a single element for a change..."
Ren looked at him with mild irritation.
"What for? He won’t learn that way. If he wants to improve, he has to face the reality of where his level is compared to mine."
The response was technically correct but delivered with a coldness that made both Min and Taro exchange glances.
"Besides, you should be grateful for the great advantages you’ve had with me as your roommate over most students," Ren added, beginning to gather his things. "I’ve rested enough. I’m going to the mines to analyze the new flows and collect for a while."
"...It’s just a bit sad to know you can beat us in our specialty with no effort." Taro murmured.
"Aren’t you going to wait for the girls to arrive as always?" Min asked from the floor, still trying to catch his breath.
"They can catch up later if they want," Ren headed toward the door. "But I don’t want to waste time when I have real work to do."
The implication was clear: spending time with his friends was now considered a luxury he could barely afford, secondary to more important pursuits. The casual cruelty of the statement was made worse by how obviously unintentional it was.
Liu entered at that moment. His eyes moved between his roommates with that relaxed expression he had never lost, immediately reading the tension that filled the room like smoke.
After the door closed behind Ren, the three roommates remained in uncomfortable silence.
The sound of Ren’s footsteps fading down the hallway seemed to echo longer than it should have.
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