Classroom To Another World's
Fireball

*freeze!*

Inside the light cube cube, Meta magic was activated. The temperature inside there was reduced very drastically. Human blood would freeze and one could die from the cold. ±200° Celsius. The golem that was currently inside the cold temperature cube instantly stopped moving. His body fell and fell on hard rocks by creating cracks during the process. In an instant, the rocky biome turned into a cold tundra.

"Would you?" ask Zen.

Honestly, not just Zen, but almost everyone there does not expect that a Meta attack will work. Their enemies have high resistance and defense. Previously he could live inside the magma. Thousands of degrees from normal temperature. To be able to defeat the resilient creature, just using a drop in temperature alone felt like impossible. And it turns out, it worked.

"Why, it feels so much easier" murmured Sekar.

"Sometimes it is, anyway." Zen sheathed both of his swords.

"How now? Dismantle it?" ask Prince Albert.

"You can? The defense is very strong. If Zen is the most able to use the ultimate. But his attack would probably destroy the area too large. I've run out of mana. Fighting a fire tornado is a suicide option. Even got a full whichever I don't want to be attacked by a fire tornado."

"So samsak" said Zen.

"So samsak?" Prince Albert and Meta said.

"Yosh, Sekar, now you use any spell, other than the fire element, make an attack on him, huh? Oh, try to use magic that has great destructive power so that it can give damage. Later if 15 minutes still can not, I will replace you," explained Zen.

"attacked him? Rehearsal?" Now wondering.

"Yes," Zen's answer was brief.

"I-Yes," Sekar responded with no confidence.

What could he do to destroy the golem? At most he ran out of mana first and was exhausted. It is almost no different from regular exercise. Fighting an unmoving target is like running around the field many times until tired. As for the enemy, they will certainly not be silent and provide a challenge. Balanced training that follows ninja warriors with their eyes closed. Let there be that horrible feeling. But if the order is to destroy, it's more like a written test of how to resolve a conflict that has never been experienced. Testing reasoning. An abstract question is given to the student without giving the material. And again, this is in physics.

One of the physics fairy tales he remembers is about vibration. He remembers when a singer tried to make the loudest sound possible with a glass in front of his mouth. He remembered when Meta said about vibrations that can shatter solid objects into pieces. He almost doubted this because his test object—the— glove was not destroyed when he channeled high-frequency vibrations. But he hasn't tried it on anything else. This time, he wanted to try it on a stone.

Just standing in front of the golem. A cold chill entered through his cloak even though Meta's magic had ended. Now all that was left was a cold temperature that slowly turned warm. The cold was not ignored at all by Sekar. He looked at the finger of the golem whose size beat his height. He's very dwarfed. A little girl. Just a little girl with a simple dream, yet with complicated origins. Even now he was in a complicated condition.

He closed his eyes, visualizing the attack to be carried out. In the darkness, he thought of a wave of vibration. Vibration that propagates quickly and destroys. High-frequency vibration that can break up rocks. After getting the picture, he opened his eyes spontaneously. He clenched his hand, then opened it. Looking at the palm, it was not a rough blow that he needed, but rather a blow that delivered waves. Next, start the step.

He took a swipe—pulling his right hand back. Then quickly yet subtly, he struck the stone golem using the palm of his hand. Nothing happened at first, but after a few seconds, a tremor began to act. The rocks from fingertips to shoulders cracked before being crushed with a loud bang. Sekar was silent in his place seeing a chunk of stone falling in front of him. It's great! He was proud to succeed.

I feel happy in his heart. He doesn't know why. The one who told him was the one he hated. He turned to face the others, waving his hands with a big smile. He said, "Success! I succeeded!" He himself had forgotten how long he had not been as this.

But it was not a welcome to the success he saw from them. Zen looked creepy looking at him. Not intermittently, Zen shot towards Sekar at full speed. Sekar could barely see the shadow of Zen so quickly the teenager. Sekar wanted to use magic in return by reflex, but did not have time. He felt his body being hit hard to the point of slamming into the air. Landing on hard and cold rocks, Sekar felt pain in the ribs.

'Sa-Sick…!' Just moaning inwardly.

The girl looked up. He saw Zen now at your place. It's surprising…. He thought Zen hated him and came to attack him, but the scene in front of him was beyond Sekar's estimation. He looked at Zen with his left body—his left hand—strewn by the fire. A flame tongue shot out from the body of the Phoenix— Golem on the exposed shoulder part.

The continued wave of the flame tongue attack instantly began. From the shoulders of the slashed golems, other tongues of fire started popping out one after another. They are like living tendrils that travel towards Zen through the air.

Using his right hand, Zen pulled the sword on his left waist using his right hand. He channeled the mana and released the golden blade that cut off all the tongues of fire—including the one wrapped around his left hand. Immediately, he jumped back to take some distance. He felt danger there. And sure enough, shortly after that the tongue of fire became more and more so.

From the shoulder of the slashed golem came out a bright orange glowing ball. Its size is only more or less the same as a soccer ball, but from there there are many tongues that become whips weaving in the air. The area around it became hot. The whips of fire burned the surrounding area. The cold tundra instantly became hot.

But it's still safe. Meta swiftly prepare light cube. He made the light cube envelop the fireball. Furthermore, Meta lowers the temperature suddenly and continuously. It is very difficult because the ball generates its own heat. It is precisely the cold inside the light cube is converted into heat. There is a fight of increasing and decreasing temperature. The end result, it was good that Meta managed to stop the whip from the fireball. The fireball did not go out, but it also did not emit heat. The color turned dim blue.

Meta sighed. His face calmed down as he cooled the fireball. However after he saw Zen's wounds, Meta turned worried and shouted, "Zen! Your-your wounds!" He looked at Zen's hand that had been burned into the bone. His left arm was completely black like charcoal.