Chapter: 135
The Child of Freya.
Arsoldar Freya.
If nothing else, he could definitely be considered the largest among the students of Rahelrn Academy.
Faced with the towering Arsoldar, Kraush, who is also quite tall among his peers, still found himself looking up a full head above.
“Haha, everyone from Valheim is just bursting with confidence, and I love it!”
Arsoldar chuckled heartily at Kraush’s earlier comment, his smile brightening the atmosphere.
However, even as he laughed, his keen gaze showed no signs of letting up on its scrutiny.
Known as a race of warriors, the Freya.
He instinctively sensed the reality.
That Kraush was not an easy opponent.
“But I’m not lacking in confidence either.”
With that, he threw off his clothes and cloak, revealing his robust muscles and tattoos.
Watching this, Kraush couldn’t help but scrunch his face in indifference.
“Then give it everything you’ve got.”
Kraush was determined to put Arsoldar down for good today.
While he was currently affiliated with the Sigryn faction, Arsoldar had a free spirit.
No matter where he belonged, he held the reins of his own life.
He wasn’t bound by any affiliations.
Thus, the only thing he fervently revered was summed up in one word:
Martial Arts.
This was the singular path Arsoldar followed.
‘And this guy is definitely one of the necessities of the Celestial Generation.’
At some point, Kraush had to clash with Arsoldar.
To prove his own martial prowess, that would grant him acceptance among the Celestial Generation.
“I’ll do all I can.”
Arsoldar’s face lit up with a smile brimming with anticipation.
“You’re telling me what I want to hear.”
That smile carried an air of mockery.
“Kr, Kraush!”
At that moment, he heard a voice calling for him.
It turned out to be Glen, who had recovered from his injuries and was now able to stand, Meri Diana’s cousin.
Glen was from the Empire.
Naturally, he was well-informed about Arsoldar.
“Arsoldar-senpai is truly strong! Don’t let your guard down!”
Glen remembered that day all too well.
The child brought in by the battle-hardened Freya, who asked the Empire’s fiercest knights for a duel.
The knights gladly obliged, resulting in a devastating outcome.
The memory of that day vividly demonstrated why the Freya were known as a martial race.
Therefore, Glen, still partially healed, warned Kraush.
Not to let his guard down, under any circumstances.
‘Who’s talking to whom here?’
Kraush waved his hand dismissively, as if to say not to worry.
He had no intention of lowering his guard at all.
Letting loose against someone deemed the strongest in destructive power during the Celestial Generation?
Sorry, but considering what he had to work with, he didn’t have a moment to slack off.
Letting his guard down would be tantamount to death for Kraush.
“Begin!”
At that moment, the student referee shouted to start the match.
A battle between the child of the fighting race Freya and direct descendant of Valheim.
Of course, as all the kids leaned in with expectation,
KA-BLAM!
A thunderous roar erupted, accompanied by something so fast that the eyes could barely follow.
The dust kicked up fiercely, disorienting the students.
All stood with wide eyes, bewildered, not knowing what had just unfolded.
WHOOOOSH!
But after a short while, the dust began to clear, revealing the scene.
Kraush and Arsoldar were locked in a fierce encounter.
Arsoldar’s primary weapon was nothing other than his very own body.
His fists were harder than rock, capable of bending swords upon impact.
The issue lay within the speed of those fists.
With a natural reach exceeding two meters, Arsoldar’s punches were faster than reaction time could register.
Thus, those who had fought Arsoldar often said the same thing:
It felt more like fighting a devouring beast than a human.
And right now,
Arsoldar’s relentless onslaught was aimed squarely at Kraush.
BOOM, BANG, CRASH!
With each clash between the two, explosions echoed that belittled previous fights.
Each impact possessed enough power to shatter human bones.
Glen’s eyes widened.
Arsoldar’s aggressive blows had grown exponentially stronger.
In barely a year,
The monster he had once fought had become even more powerful.
As Arsoldar’s fists swung through the air, the gusts sent Glen’s hair flying.
Even at this distance, the pressure was palpable.
If he took one of those hits, would he last even a minute?
It was questionable if he could avoid even a single strike.
But what surprised Glen wasn’t just the speed.
Before the swinging fist could reach him,
Kraush’s Thunderclap stepped in and countered every punch without a hitch.
Not once making a mistake.
As if he could see clearly the trajectory of each of Arsoldar’s punches.
Kraush’s weapon consistently blocked Arsoldar’s advances.
The fleeting punches met the blade at an angle, redirecting their force effectively.
“What, what the heck is that? Can he see everything?”
“…He’s blocking all of those head-on?”
That bizarre display struck awe in all who witnessed it.
Arsoldar himself felt the same way.
His punches failed to achieve their full effect before Kraush’s blade filled the space.
If the first few were mere luck,
Kraush, even amidst the furious attack, was still cutting off every strike with uncanny precision.
It was as if he accurately anticipated where every strike would fall.
Dull Blade they called it.
A rarely utilized technique, but Arsoldar knew of it too.
However, it seemed Kraush’s martial arts surpassed even that.
‘Where…?’
Arsoldar halted his swinging fist mid-air.
Instead, he spread his hand to block Kraush’s view.
In an instant, a feint.
Amidst the distraction, Arsoldar lunged upward, his fist targeting Kraush’s jaw.
But CRACK!
Just then, a bolt of lightning shot up from Kraush.
BANG!
Once again, like before, Thunderclap blocked Arsoldar’s impending punch.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Kraush had responded flawlessly to the blindside attack.
This wasn’t mere reflex;
Kraush had undoubtedly honed his ability to respond automatically to all incoming strikes.
‘If he keeps this up, he’ll surely damage his nervous system in the future.’
Kraush seemed to care little for such consequences.
‘And as for enduring my fists…’
Smoke began to seep from Kraush’s mouth.
With each strike, Arsoldar sensed that Kraush was comfortably weathering every assault.
The Fire Erosion Siphon he had displayed earlier—
That destructive force was enough to make even Arsoldar cringe.
Yet now, Kraush was evidently increasing his output even beyond that.
That sight bewildered even Arsoldar.
‘A guy who can counter all my attacks with conditioned reflexes, and output superior to mine.’
Arsoldar chuckled, a wry smile creeping across his face.
What in the world was this monster?
At the same time, his grin turned delightfully wicked.
It was precisely because of such monsters that he awaited the conclusion of this match.
‘If they fight like monsters, I’ll simply become one in turn!’
Arsoldar’s physique began to expand once again.
As his form grew larger, the spectators started noticing something was awry.
“Arsoldar-senpai is c-c-growing!”
Most of the onlookers were from the second generation.
Having never witnessed Arsoldar’s techniques, those unfamiliar reflected looks of shock.
Meanwhile, the first-generation students frowned with trepidation.
Their faces twisted in agony as many had memories of being on the receiving end of Arsoldar’s abilities.
Skill: Gigas.
A giant transformation skill granted to Arsoldar through a pact with the deity, enabling him to combat colossal foes.
In the face of such gigantic stature, opponents appeared minuscule and weak.
HA-HA-HA!
Now fully transformed, Arsoldar towered above the training grounds’ structures, laughing uproariously.
“Alright! Let’s see what you’ve got!”
What a lunatic.
Kraush grimaced at the frenzy of the elated Arsoldar.
Then, resembling a falling meteor,
Arsoldar unleashed a flurry of monstrous punches.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Chaos reigned as the area erupted into bedlam.
The massive fists, larger than any human, held untold power and devastation compared to earlier ones.
The onslaught rained down on the arena, sweeping spectators into the air with the force of the impact.
Amidst the wails resonating from all sides,
Kraush was concealed within a cloud of dust.
Yet, it was evident that he was still mobile, as Arsoldar couldn’t seem to touch him despite his barrage.
HA-HA-HA!
Suddenly, Arsoldar broke into wild, maniacal laughter.
He was not simply a mindless brute throwing attacks.
He was expertly directing his strikes to thwart Kraush’s movements.
His innate battle instincts guided him on how to corner his opponent.
And yet, even with all that, he felt nothing but empty air when he swung.
Within the cloud of dust, Kraush was clearly evading each and every one of his attempts.
“Then, let’s turn it up a notch!”
In that moment, Arsoldar swung down one of his fists from above with colossal force, skyrocketing into the air.
Amidst the shattered arena debris above,
Arsoldar clashed his gigantic hands together.
At that instant, another pair of arms sprouted from his sides.
“Not enough!”
But Arsoldar didn’t stop there.
Clapping his hands again, yet another pair emerged.
A total of six arms stretched toward the heavens.
Giant Transformation—Six Handed Beast!
As if the gods above were raining retribution upon the mortals below,
Arsoldar’s six fists rained down mercilessly.
BOOM, BANG, KABOOM!
The sight left everyone speechless.
It was a scene so overwhelming that one would question whether a mere human could achieve such a feat.
Before the rampage of this monster, humanity seemed nothing more than ants.
“Arsoldar! What the hell are you doing? Stop right now!”
At that moment, a voice rang out from outside the arena.
A figure rushed in, panting heavily.
The hero of the common people, Pelé.
He had dashed over upon hearing news of Arsoldar’s involvement in the match.
Thanks to Arsoldar, the arena had turned into utter chaos.
Pelé, unsure who Arsoldar’s opponent was, simply knew that there would be serious trouble if he didn’t intervene.
He drew his sword.
In his current state, Arsoldar’s wrath could not be quelled without force.
Just as Pelé made that realization,
WHOOSH, KABOOM!
From amidst the dust, a black fiery blaze erupted, and one of Arsoldar’s arms was sent flying.
Everyone was left gaping at that incredible sight.
Anyone witnessing this scene would have certainly bet on Kraush’s imminent downfall.
Yet, the soaring black flames undoubtedly belonged to Kraush.
A grin split Arsoldar’s face,
That expression was unmistakably that of a madman.
But behind that grinning Arsoldar, another figure loomed amidst the dust.
The red-tinged eyes of Kraush began to radiate with a slow but seething glow.
“Hey.”
As the black flames surged from his body, Kraush exhaled, releasing a thick fog of smoke.
“Charging complete.”
It’s been a while since he took a proper beating.
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