Trash of the Firearm Magic World

9. Magic bullets and shield

The magic of Loris’s hands pushed out, and brilliant blue magic flames flickered across the field, stirring up gusts of smoke. The stage was quickly filled with an aura of power, mingling with the intensity of the fight between the Federico Clan’s disabled son and another city’s academy genius. 

The crowd nervously watched the situation inside the venue, their heart beating in anticipation of what would happen next. Loris’s father along with the elders of the Federico Family all held their breaths, their eyes solely watching, waiting for the cloud of dust to disappear. 

Slowly, the smoke and dust cleared. 

Everyone’s mouth opened as they saw Loris still in his position, bearing the same expression as he did earlier. He stood still, slightly panting, with a visible wound on his shoulder. 

“As expected from Brother Loris!” Arturo cheered from the crowd. “Two more shots, you can do it, Brother Loris!” 

Most of the young disciples seated next to her followed her reaction, giving open praises toward their senior Loris while rooting for him to win. 

Remuel saw their reaction and clenched her fists, her expression grave. 

One of the elders cleared his throat, explaining what just happened. “Loris released the same principle as when he inspired the firing, creating a magical explosion in front of himself that pushed the bullet’s trajectory askew. The bullet thus successfully shot Loris in the shoulder.” 

Everyone listened attentively as the elder continued, “But unfortunately, the magic density of this magic explosion was still too low, and this time, it was only able to push the trajectory askew because Remuel didn’t use a magic bullet. And judging by Loris’s manipulation of magic, he didn’t seem to know how to condense magic yet.” 

Listening to this kind of explanation, everyone couldn’t help but glance at Loris with complicated emotions. For the first time in a long time, they didn’t know whether to laugh at him or be amazed by him. To think he didn’t know how to condense magic yet and still he was able to withstand an attack from a genius like Remuel Rodel… Truly unexpected! 

Seeing it this way, the crowd became more immersed in the duel before them. Some even began to take Loris’s side while the others began to sweat profusely, wondering who would win the duel. Obviously, the majority still believed Remuel Rodel would be the winner but after that one shot and Loris was still standing with a minimal wound, they started to feel conflicted. 

Sensing the crowd’s sudden change of mood and feelings, Remuel was flustered and felt humiliated. She hardened her gaze and turned to Loris, “I will use magic power in my next shot.” 

This time, she wouldn’t show mercy to Loris. Even if he cried and begged her to stop, she wouldn’t show pity anymore. 

Loris coldly replied, “Second shot!” 

Remuel took a deep breath and aimed toward Loris. This time, she used her magic power as she said. As such, an unfamiliar magic started to appear and condense in the chamber, revealing small orbs of light that shone through from Remuel’s position. 

Loris watched the condensation process and projected how he could create a magic shield. 

The elder continued his commentary, describing what was happening, specifically telling the crowd that because the nature of the magic itself was very violent, like a wild, dangerous flame, making it explode was something that could be easily done if directed with intent and will. At the same time, making it condense into a shield would require a complete reversal of the nature of the magic. 

“This magic is intense like fire! Hot, burning, and seemingly uncontrollable to both our duel players,” the elder exclaimed, receiving loud, shocked and awe-filled responses from the audience. 

Because his voice was too loud, Loris managed to hear a few words. When he heard his explanation, some gratitude welled up in his heart, his composure and alert level reaching its maximum. He knew it was the Elder trying to remind him. So while Remuel was condensing the magic bullets, he was also trying to condense his magic shield. 

He needed it to protect himself from those bullets. One could only predict how much damage those magic bullets could do once they reached him. As such, the more time she spent on condensing and increasing them, the higher probability that they would become fatal when they passed through his shield. 

Even if it was heavily coated with magic power, he would still suffer a heavy and dangerous blow when his shield wasn’t enough and proved to be inefficient. In other words, he had to move fast and create the perfect shield so those bullets wouldn’t land on him. As they always say on Earth, prevention is better than cure. 

Focusing on his task, Loris directed his magic power to the shield he would use as his main line of defense. His focus and energy all went to the [Bulletproof], manipulating all the magic power that he could gather as fast as he could. But Remuel’s speed in condensing the bullets was incredibly fast, too much that Loris only had time to lift up a ball of a magic power that had yet to be formed. 

Thus, Remuel fired the bullets and Loris, with his half-finished magic shield [Bulletproof], tried to protect himself with all his might and power. 

As a result, the half-finished magic shield [Bulletproof] did little to impede Remuel’s magic bullets, shattering into tiny pieces like a ball of porcelain glass. Loris’s right hand, which had raised the magic shield, was pierced through by Remuel’s magic bullets.  

Another bullet shot out from his shoulder and hit the Magic Protection Barrier, kicking up a gale and emitting a groan and a big huff from his mouth. 

The crowd paled in fright, realizing how powerful Remuel’s shot truly was. Silence filled the venue in an instant and everyone held their breaths while waiting for Loris to appear, a few feeling their hearts about to drop from the anxiety. 

Slowly, Loris emerged from the stage and stood with great difficulty, almost losing his balance and falling as his feet became unsteady. He panted weakly, his right hand itself appearing to be seriously injured, the blow almost made him faint from the pain. 

Loris staggered a few times and eventually stood back straight on the stage. His face twitched a couple of times before he gathered back his focus and took in his surroundings. 

He looked at all the people around him, his eyes catching sight of his father’s worry and heartache, the complexity in the eyes of the elders, the admiration and fear in the eyes of the younger generation in his clan, and finally Arturo’s eyes eyes that were glistening with tears but nevertheless still held that faith in him, endlessly believing in him, and lastly, Remuel and her eyes full of disbelief and doubt of what he did and could. 

His blood throbbed and he knew then, what his next step would be. 

Thus, catching his breath and composing himself, Loris raised his left hand, telling Remuel, “The third shot.”