"I heard your strange power came from philosophy. I'd like to see it for myself." After saying this softly to Onassis, Trom spread his legs into a horse stance and submerged his palms in the sea.
At first, the sea merely stirred with faint ripples. But amid the gurgling of hidden currents, pale-blue water energy gathered across the surface, centered on Trom's palms.
A thunderous boom rang out as a hurricane laden with water energy surged straight up from the sea. The energy that burst from the water formed into a spindle-shaped water projectile before Trom, skimming across the sea as it shot toward the reef where Onassis stood.
This spindle-shaped projectile looked like an ordinary water arrow, but the force it carried far exceeded everyone's imagination.
Though it never touched the sea's surface, explosions constantly erupted along its path, curtains of water thrown up by the wind it carried. Visually, it was as though countless bombs were trailing behind the projectile, detonating across the waves.
The spindle-shaped water projectile was incredibly fast. Before most people could react, it had already arrived before Onassis's face.
This was certainly not the first-level cantrip Water Arrow. Its energy intensity had absolutely reached the level of a third-level offensive cantrip. Onassis was not using any defensive spell at present. How would he withstand it?
As the spectators speculated, the spindle-shaped water projectile had already struck Onassis.
Some people cried out at first, believing that Onassis would fall into a disadvantage from the very beginning. Yet the next second, those who had cried out covered their mouths and stared at the arena in disbelief.
The spindle-shaped water projectile had indeed hit Onassis, but Onassis himself seemed to have turned into a water elemental. The projectile passed straight through his body and shot toward the