Chapter: 136
Now, above a battleground that had completely lost its original shape and was shattered beyond recognition.
Through the swirling dust, a boy looked up at the sky while scattering black flames.
That boy was none other than Kraush Valheim, the youngest son of Valheim.
And his opponent, Arsoldar Freya, was known as the strongest among the children of Freya.
At the moment their gazes crossed, Kraush took a deep breath.
Hiss!
And just like that, Kraush’s silhouette became indistinct.
As soon as Kraush vanished, Arsoldar’s eyes darted quickly.
With eyesight nearly beast-like, he was pursuing Kraush.
The arms protruding from Arsoldar’s waist shot forward at once.
Thwack!
Yet, even with that exceptional reflexes and keen eyesight, he was a beat slow in chasing Kraush.
The blade of Kraush struck Arsoldar’s body, causing it to bend inward.
Despite their size difference, Arsoldar was at a disadvantage when it came to raw power.
Gah!
As Arsoldar swallowed a scream from the blow to his side, another shockwave hit him from behind.
Instantly crashing him downwards, the already wrecked ground of the arena was completely obliterated.
However, in spite of that shock, he sprang up with his remaining four arms.
He grabbed chunks of the shattered stone floor and began hurling them wildly.
Crash! Bang!
Each time Kraush swung his sword,
the flying fragments of the ground shattered.
That wasn’t enough to restrict Kraush’s movements, not even a little.
As the debris broke apart, dust clouds blurred their vision.
In that moment, a presence zipped past through the dust.
Taking advantage of the obscured view, Arsoldar unleashed a fist.
Crack!
But Kraush’s innate defensive barrier immediately split Arsoldar’s punch.
“No second chances!”
However, another punch from Arsoldar came flying right between the openings created by the split arm.
This crazy guy had thrown one of his severed arms and followed it up with a punch.
Now, that’s some insane level of craziness on display!
Seeing this, Kraush released his Thunderclap into the air.
Pulling back his rear leg instantly, he swung his right fist forward.
Kaboom!
A sound of something breaking echoed loudly.
Arsoldar’s fingers bent inward upon colliding with Kraush’s punch.
As one finger shattered, a secondary impact reverberated from Arsoldar’s fist.
Short Strength!
Crack!
The sound of his punch twisting resonated throughout the arena.
Yet Arsoldar didn’t even let out a grunt.
Irrespective of his broken hand, he swung at Kraush, trapping him in his grip.
In an instant, Arsoldar’s remaining fists came barreling down toward Kraush.
He meant to crush Kraush along with his own hand.
With every blow, the resonance of Arsoldar’s hands breaking echoed.
Madness for victory sparkled in Arsoldar’s eyes.
Flicker-
At that moment, a brief sound of something igniting resonated.
By the moment he realized the sound was coming from within his own hand, it was already too late.
Fire Erosion Siphon
Third Movement
Fire Erosion Heavenly Thunder
A surge of lightning and flames enveloped Arsoldar in an instant.
The shock that came crashing over him was mightier than any of the punches he had dished out before.
Along with the black flames that charred the arena grounds, Arsoldar was sent tumbling.
Gah!
Half of his body burned, Arsoldar rose, exhaling smoke.
Step, step
And then, a boy walked toward him.
Unlike Arsoldar, whose arms and hands were shattered and burned, this boy appeared completely unscathed.
However, the heat radiating from his body distorted the surrounding air.
The red glow in his eyes exuded a dreadful intensity.
It was overwhelming.
Everyone felt that way witnessing the scene.
Arsoldar was undeniably an absurd monster.
Even just in his giant transformation, there was no one who could face him directly.
Yet Kraush not only withstood that, but he also shattered Arsoldar with sheer force.
It was a sight unlike anything anyone had seen since Charlotte, leaving the children dumbstruck.
They swallowed hard with their glazed eyes, realizing at the same moment just how dangerous a person Pandra had recklessly touched.
In their minds, the name Kraush Valheim was beginning to be etched firmly.
“Hey.”
Kraush exhaled smoke as he gripped Thunderclap, now glowing red-hot, while locking his gaze on Arsoldar.
“Use everything you’ve got.”
With that, he casually repeated his challenge to Arsoldar.
As soon as those words hit his ears, a deep smile spread across Arsoldar’s face.
Despite his bruises, fractures, and burns, he could still smile.
His brain, high on battle endorphins, dulled the pain he was feeling.
Full Power.
That was exactly what Arsoldar craved to hear.
“Kraush.”
His voice filled with joy called out to Kraush.
“You are the best warrior I’ve met!”
A strong wind began to blow.
The heavy air engulfed the surroundings.
At that moment, the sunlight showering down from above illuminated Arsoldar, glistening off the golden crown atop his head.
From behind Arsoldar, light surged, creating a halo.
Chill-
As the children watched that scene, Goosebumps ran down their spines.
It was at that instant they sensed something was wrong.
White fur sprouted across Arsoldar’s skin.
From a distance, it almost appeared to be armor.
In that strange sight, Arsoldar’s thighs swelled to a whole new level.
Grrr, grrrr!
At the moment his legs, endowed with the elasticity of natural muscle, maximized their expansion, everyone felt something leap out.
A late gust of wind swept through the spot where Arsoldar had just been.
Yet, only Kraush stared directly at Arsoldar.
The punch covered in white fur shot toward him faster than thunder.
Giant Transformation!
Crush!
Just a reckless attack meant to break his opponent.
However, its destructive force reached a whole new level.
As the sound of air ripping followed, Arsoldar’s fist approached Kraush, almost in his face.
Deep within Kraush’s core…
Under the draped veil of night, seven stars loomed.
Did this guy even know?
That Kraush had been waiting for him to go all out.
Kraush’s Fire Erosion concentrated solely on firepower.
That force existed to sever the opponent’s breath in one blow.
A fight of life and death, perhaps.
But it was undeniable that Fire Erosion was far from the realm of long, drawn-out battles.
If the opponent is stronger, that’s fine.
But with an opponent that’s at an awkward level, Kraush couldn’t even go all out.
However, Arsoldar was different.
His giant transformation had exceptional force, but…
Most importantly, it greatly increased his physical defense.
This guy won’t die no matter what hits he takes.
A wicked smile crept onto Kraush’s face.
He had been anxious over not being able to properly utilize Nox and his celestial technique.
But to his surprise, here was the very opponent he needed to test his full power against.
For Kraush, this was the perfect opportunity to gauge his capabilities.
Tsk, what a pitiful Freya child to be caught up with this lunatic.
The sound of mocking came from Crimson Garden, who had seen through Kraush’s mindset.
Kraush let that sound slide by, pulling back his rear leg.
In that moment, with the seven stars glowing above him, the black flames coursed through his body with an intensity unlike anything before.
Simultaneously, the raging madness of World Erosion enveloped Kraush.
As the Celestial Technique and Madness contended within him,
Ten seconds.
Fire Erosion Asura!
Kraush reached the pinnacle of his powers.
The punch that flew right in front of him appeared to move in slow motion.
The Fire Erosion Asura accelerated his thinking, causing time itself to flow differently for Kraush and Arsoldar.
The blade of Thunderclap ignited in black flames and turned dark.
Upon the blade that seemed to encase the night, the seven stars began portraying a night sky.
Air within the vicinity flowed back violently.
Crush!
Amidst the screaming of muscles echoing from Kraush’s grip on the sword,
the surge of the dragonpower dormant within him finally reached Thunderclap.
And just for a fleeting moment…
When it all seemed to pause,
Kraush’s sword split the air.
Fire Erosion!
Fourth Movement!
Fire Erosion Night Cut!
The dust and everything else flew away like a chorus.
This time, only Kraush and Arsoldar remained standing on the battlefield.
…
A long silence enveloped the arena.
It was as if even the sound had fractured, and all of them had forgotten to breathe.
In the stillness, everyone was fixated on Kraush and Arsoldar.
In that moment, Arsoldar’s body slowly started to fall forward.
The giant transformation faded, and Arsoldar returned to his original form.
Thud!
As Arsoldar collapsed, the children’s eyes began to tremble.
Standing in front of the fallen Arsoldar, Kraush remained poised with his sword at the ready.
Huff.
Kraush let out a light breath and turned to look at the stunned children.
Among them, the first ones who caught his eye were none other than those who would later become the next generation of the sky.
Glen Diana, fists tightly clenched.
Haring Ragren, who looked skeptical from the get-go.
Balak Hogma, swallowing a disappointed sigh.
And even Pelé, with eyes wide open.
Each of them bore different expressions as thoughts collided within.
Taking a moment, Kraush finally spoke.
“Someone, please take care of this guy.”
It was the instant the fate of the first-generation aristocratic faction and the second-generation was decided.
＊ ＊ ＊
The news that Kraush had defeated the first-year Arsoldar spread like wildfire.
Unsurprisingly, a frenzy erupted at that news.
Arsoldar was one of the strongest among the first-year students.
To have been defeated in a direct confrontation was bound to cause a commotion.
It was, in fact, rather comical.
Kraush had already bested the so-called ‘pirate empress’ Kailan, an associate professor, during his entrance exams.
Taking just that into account, his skills had already been proven.
Yet, it was the fact that he had dethroned a first-year that sent the children into a tizzy.
But one could argue that people tend to perceive experiences more intensely.
Few had ever crossed paths with Associate Professor Kailan directly.
While some unfortunate souls had been at the mercy of her antics, that was the minority.
Most had never encountered the well-mannered Kailan.
On the other hand, Arsoldar was a notorious nut job who jumped at the chance to fight anyone who appeared strong.
Those children, having witnessed Arsoldar repeatedly, were well aware of his prowess.
Thus, this occurrence seemed significantly more intense than their encounter with the entrance exam.
As Kraush’s news spread like ripples, one figure, impacted the most, furrowed her brow slowly.
In a corner assigned to her as a student, the third princess, Sigryn Epania, leaned on an elegant desk as her eyes trembled upon reading a report.
This was her habit whenever she felt enraged.
The third princess of the Epania Empire, she had only one reason to be this upset.
Because Arsoldar was none other than a member of Sigryn’s faction.
“…where is Arsoldar?”
“He went to train outside Rahelrn Academy, saying he would head to the mountains.”
Upon hearing this, Sigryn slowly covered her face.
This crazy guy got his clock cleaned by Kraush and then ran off to train without a care in the world.
Sigryn felt a throbbing headache.
‘And this is why the children of the sky are such a pain.’
Sigryn ground her teeth.
Those children, with their strong personalities, were bound together as one generation yet remained divided.
It’s no wonder Arthur took it upon himself to bend their wills.
Otherwise, they were bombs that were impossible to manage.
Hah.
As Sigryn sighed, the members of the Black and White factions stiffened.
“Lady Sigryn, we’ll handle Kraush Valheim.”
“Yes, leave it to us.”
Upon hearing their words, Sigryn glanced at Black and White.
“…What exactly do you plan to do against someone who defeated Arsoldar?”
When she questioned them, they exchanged silent glances.
Watching the two, Sigryn began to tap her finger slowly on her desk.
To be frank, it was surprising that Arsoldar was taken down by Kraush.
Sigryn still had Kraush branded as a cursed being in her mind.
Upon consideration, it wasn’t entirely illogical after he defeated Kailan.
Even with that context, once an image was formed, it was hard to erase it.
‘Moreover, they mentioned it was practically a crush. How could he be so much stronger than anticipated?’
Sigryn rubbed her chin thoughtfully.
Sigryn had the belief that she was superior to all children of the celestial generation attending the academy.
Unlike Meri, she had refused to slack off even for a day since her return.
In that regard, her abilities were at their peak.
If she wanted, she could probably dispatch Kraush.
‘No way…’
But she shook her head.
Kraush remained essential for the cursed role he played.
For all the inconveniences he caused, it was far better to let him be incorporated than to eliminate him.
“Sigryn.”
In that moment, a knock echoed from outside.
When Sigryn glanced out, she heard a response for them to enter.
A figure entered—the secretary from her faction.
“The Lion Brigade is expected to return tomorrow.”
The Lion Brigade.
The student unit established by Charlotte.
And Sigryn recalled who had gone along with that student unit this time.
Meri Diana.
The new being who had returned with her.
When Meri crossed her mind, a glimmer sparked in Sigryn’s eyes.
Right, she had a disposable ace she could use at any time.
An ace who would stop at nothing for her own life.
Sigryn hoped Meri would manage to handle Kraush.
If Meri could defeat Kraush, she could absorb all the accomplishments he had made.
Yet, on reflection, it wasn’t strictly necessary for Meri to be the one to take him down.
She had one unbeatable trump card against men.
Sigryn slowly smiled.
“Myri.”
Summoning her secretary, Sigryn rose from her seat.
“Please bring Valiant from the special academic department’s Alchemy Division.”
It was time to wield the power of alchemy.
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