Transmigrated as a Ghost

"This next match is certainly going to be special one. On one side we have the man touted as one of the strongest prodigies of his generation and a member of Knight Commander Darius' elite knight unit, Sir Leon Snearl. His family is one of the longest standing in the kingdom, being able to trance their roots as knights back to the time of the first king. However, his opponent does not lose out in her renown. She is the leader of the platinum rank adventuring party Royal Frost, but more importantly she is a member of the royal family. Her Highness, Princess Mrazivý Borealia!"

Cheers rang out through the arena as Mrazivý was introduced and Marcus was actually surprised how popular she seemed to be.

However, as he took a closer look, he could see some people with nasty looks on their faces that while cheering seemed to be looking forward to the violence that was about to befall Mrazivý.

"And let the match begin."

With the start of the match announced Sir Leon took no time to waste, and with his top tier mithril halberd launched a blast of mana infused with the wind element towards Mrazivý.

It was certainly a powerful opener, that would have defeated most of the other competitors, but Mrazivý stood there and did not move a muscle.

Yet when the blast of mana was ten feet away from her a silverish blue liquid spouted out of her body and formed a wall in front of her.

The blast of mana then met the wall trying to force its way through, but even though the wall began to shake like Jell-O, it did not budge, and the blast seemed to disperse as if all of the energy had been drained out of it.

It was quite the impressive display to watch, and Marcus was actually a bit surprised to see how strong Mrazivý's unique skill was.

'She showed me it when we met in the dungeon, but this is my first time seeing her mercurial ice in action.'

With Mrazivý having blocked Sir Leon's first attack, she quickly proceeded to launch her own as the wall made from her mercurial ice formed into a dozen spears and fired towards her opponent.

Still Sir Leon was no slouch and began thrusting his halberd, sending blasts of wind and mana to intercept Mrazivý's mercurial ice spears.

As the two attacks met in the air, they both dispersed themselves and Mrazivý's mercurial ice began flying back towards her and returned to her body.

"I see that I will not be able to win this match at range, so prepare yourself, here I come."

After saying that Sir Leon began running straight towards Mrazivý, who still just stood there, her arms crossed.

She did not draw her sword or begin any chants, she simply waited for Sir Leon to approach and as he swung his halberd with enough power to wipe out a building, her mercurial ice sprung back up and formed a large shield in front of her.

Pushing down with everything he had Sir Leon was still unable to break through Mrazivý's mercurial ice shield.

In fact, now that he was this close, he could feel the extreme cold coming off of it, as the water in the air began to freeze around his halberd and he felt his body becoming increasingly cold.

'Shit.'

Feeling a sense of danger Sir Leon jumped back taking evasive action as three spikes formed on Mrazivý's mercurial ice shield and shot forward.

Seeing that his current strategy was not working, Sir Leon decided to resort to using magic to try to win.

He had not wanted to do this since he knew that Mrazivý was a master of ice magic while he only practiced wind magic to enhance his physical abilities for the most part.

However, his opponent either did not want to or maybe could not cast spells while using that weird ability of hers.

"Tempest cannon."

Firing a tier three spell up into the air Sir Leon directed it to arc and fall down towards Mrazivý like a mortar.

This way when she went to block his attack from above, she would be open from the front and he could rush in and deliver the finishing blow.

'Now.'

Rushing forward his halberd poised to unleash his strongest attack skill, Sir Leon had a slight grin on his face as he was certain of his victory.

He now believed that the powerful ability Mrazivý was using required her full focus, to the point that she could not cast spells or even move, so all he had to do was breakthrough and victory would be his.

And just as he had anticipated Mrazivý had spread out her mercurial ice like and umbrella to block his tempest cannon, leaving her front wide open.

Yet as he got closer the nagging feeling in the back of his head that happened when his danger sense activated was blaring loudly.

It was enough to even make him give up on his charge, but it was already too late.

He was not able to stop on time and when he got within thirty feet of Mrazivý two spears made of her mercurial ice sprout out of the ground and stabbed towards his legs.

Luckily, he had armor on the prevented them from stabbing into him but, that did not stop them from freezing his legs.

Controlling her mercurial ice Mrazivý had it wrap around Sir Leon's legs, and they quickly began to freeze as his blood turned to ice and his skin became frost bitten.

Sir Leon then let out a blood curdling scream as the intense pain of his legs being frozen over was more intense than anything he had every felt.

He soon was not even able to stand as he fell over no longer able to feel his legs.

Luckily, he was still a trained knight and quickly got ahold of himself and manipulating his mana, actually blasted the mercurial ice away from him as he crawled further from Mrazivý.

This was actually a very smart move on his part since he just crawled outside of Mrazivý's range as she could only freely control her mercurial ice within thirty feet around her.

Unfortunately, it was not like she had to stay still and Mrazivý simply walked closer towards Sir Leon who was now looking at her in fear.

Forming her mercurial ice into four tentacles Mrazivý had them strike towards her opponent planning to end the fight when he screamed, "I surrender, I give, please no more."

It was certainly a sight to see a knight so frantic and afraid, but after what Mrazivý had done to him it was understandable.

And now that she had moved everyone could see the reason she had been staying still through the whole match.

There were two distinct holes right where her feet had previously been, and it was now obvious she had been preparing this from the beginning.

"There we have it folks. Sir Leon Snearl has surrendered, and the winner is her highness, Princess Mrazivý Borealia."

Cheers began to echo through the stadium as many people had been rooting for or even had placed bets on her.

Of course, there were also those who frowned because they had lost money or because they had been wanting to watch a member of the royal family take a beating.

However, Mrazivý had a flawless victory and at the same time shown off just how powerful and terrifying her unique skill is.