Became a Demon with Pregnancy System-Chapter 72: Zoe Lost!

"What? How is he fine? That fire spell should have scorched him!"

"He’s got to be using some kind of trick. There’s no way he survived that!"

Zoe’s brows furrowed slightly, and her grip tightened. "You’re full of surprises, Nate," she said, her tone sharp yet intrigued.

"Same to you," Nate replied with a smirk. "You’ve gotten stronger, Zoe. If I don’t step it up, I might actually lose."

"Then step it up," Zoe retorted, her star path glowing as she prepared her next move.

The battle intensified, their movements a blur as flames clashed and magic roared.

Zoe’s agile form darted across the arena, her purple flames scorching the air. But Nate was no slouch, countering each of her attacks with precision.

"She’s so fast! How is he keeping up with her?"

"That guy isn’t just surviving—he’s matching her blow for blow!"

Nate gritted his teeth as he hurled another fireball, only for Zoe to evade it effortlessly.

"You’re not bad, but let’s see how you handle this," Zoe said, her voice laced with determination.

With a quick flick of her wrist, she sent a fiery projectile hurtling toward him. But Nate was ready.

Thunder crackled above, and a bolt of lightning shot down, intercepting the flames mid-air and causing an ear-splitting crack.

The audience gasped as the two elements collided, lighting up the arena in a dazzling display.

Nate wiped the sweat from his brow, his breathing heavy. "You’re relentless," he admitted.

"You’re not exactly giving me an easy time either," Zoe replied, her tone playful yet focused.

Nate knew he needed to change tactics. Raising his hand, he summoned his thunder magic once more.

"You can dodge fire, but let’s see you outrun lightning," he muttered, the air around him humming with electricity.

But Zoe wasn’t about to let him gain the upper hand. Predicting his move, she darted to the side just as his spell activated.

CRACK!

The lightning struck where she had been a moment before, leaving the audience stunned.

"She dodged it?!"

"How did she know where it would land?"

Nate’s eyes widened. "She’s predicting my moves... impressive," he muttered.

Zoe seized the moment, her hands moving in a blur as she unleashed a devastating combo.

Purple flames shot toward Nate, forcing him to retreat. But before he could catch his breath, a second attack followed—a vial of potion that shattered mid-air, releasing a cloud of poisonous mist.

The audience erupted in chaos.

"Poison?! Where did that come from?"

"Is she... is she a pharmacist too?!"

Nate’s back was against the wall, the fire closing in and the poison spreading rapidly.

"Well, if not for this pendant, I’d be done for," Nate muttered, his fingers brushing the small talisman around his neck.

The sky above darkened suddenly, and a massive thunderbolt descended, splitting the arena in two.

BOOM!

The sheer force of the lightning left the audience speechless.

Two shimmering light curtains appeared around Nate and Zoe simultaneously, signaling the referee’s intervention.

Adrian Moore, the referee, stepped forward, his voice booming. "The match is over! Nate Dawson of the summoning department wins!"

The announcement was met with stunned silence, followed by an uproar.

"Wait, what? He’s a summoning student?"

"How does he have three elements? That doesn’t make any sense!"

Even Zoe seemed taken aback, though her expression quickly softened into a smile. "You’ve come a long way, Nate," she said.

"You’re one to talk," he replied, brushing ash off his sleeves. "I barely survived that."

Zoe chuckled. "If it wasn’t for your lightning, I would’ve had you."

"And if it wasn’t for your poison, I wouldn’t be sweating right now," Nate admitted.

The murmurs in the crowd grew louder, students questioning how a summoning mage could wield three elements.

Dean Xavier took the microphone, his commanding voice silencing the commotion.

"Yes, Nate Dawson is indeed a summoning student. As for his three elements, that is a matter of innate talent. Magic evolves, as do those who wield it. Do not let your preconceptions limit your understanding of what is possible."

His words hung in the air, leaving the students deep in thought.

As the crowd slowly dispersed, Zoe approached Nate, her expression soft.

"Good fight," she said, offering her hand.

"You too," he replied, shaking it firmly.

From the stands, Marissa watched with a small smile. "They’re both incredible," she murmured.

Luke’s voice echoed in her mind. "And they’ve only just begun."

The Colosseum was silent as Adrian Moore’s voice rang out, officially concluding the last match.

"Whew!"

A low, menacing howl followed. Emerging from the summoning gate beside Nate Dawson, a phantom wolf beast padded forward with a graceful yet predatory gait. Its sleek, muscular frame rippled under the arena’s light, exuding an aura of raw power.

The sight of the beast was enough to silence any remaining murmurs of doubt.

"See? Told you! He’s got a summoning contract!"

"Alright, fine, but seriously—three magic elements? That’s just crazy!"

"Not just crazy, it’s downright unfair! How can anyone compete with that?"

The murmurs of disbelief turned into hushed conversations as students struggled to reconcile Nate’s talent with their understanding of magical limits.

Nate decided to challenge more candidates. A candidate could challenge upto 200 people.

The matches continued at a steady rhythm, Nate dominating the arena with an almost mechanical efficiency. Challenger after challenger entered the cage, only to be defeated in record time. His dual-element magic, combined with the support of his phantom wolf beast, proved to be an insurmountable challenge.

One hundred.

One hundred and fifty.

One hundred and ninety-nine.

By the time the scoreboard displayed his near-perfect score, the audience was abuzz.

"Sister Zoe," Tina Baine exclaimed, her voice brimming with awe, "I still can’t believe how strong you were earlier! You’re incredible!"

Zoe Miller smiled modestly. "It’s not that big of a deal."

"Not a big deal? Are you kidding me? Compared to you, I’m practically useless! I can’t even imagine doing half of what you did!"

"You’re not useless, Tina," Zoe said gently. "You’ve got your own strengths."