Shock!!!
The entire cadets went silent as they watched the handler quickly call off the battle.
Some wore displeased expressions as they didn’t get to see the results of the attack while a few others who truly understood what happened were quiet
“Already delving into the second principle of space just at the early Meteor rank stage. This Quinn is definitely a prodigy…” One of the Instructors in the front row said as they all watched Quinn move back to his seat.
“The Voidspace family’s gene enables them to understand the principle of Spatial Manipulation faster than others, but even then, he’s still an anormaly…”
Alvin seemed to have lost his soul as he stood on the battle stage rooted to where he was even after the winner had been declared.
He couldn’t help but notice the barrier in front of him was enveloped in a small white crack that was making his way towards his face.
His barrier had a hole ripped into it and the force responsible was just a few inches from closing on his forehead. He didn’t doubt even for a single second, that a hole would have appeared in the middle of his forehead had the attack touched him.
Getting ahold of himself, the barrier dispersed as he took one last look at Quinn before giving a respectful bow and heading to his seat.
He had always thought once he laid out his barrier, he was absolutely safe, but now he learned not to rely on that too much. In a real life and death battle, he would have died.
Besides, Quinn’s words led him to gain an epiphany on the principles of Spatial Manipulation and would no doubt greatly benefit him in his cultivation.
In this fight, it won’t be a lie to say he was the one who won as he gained a lot.
Quinn walked towards his seat, yawning a little bit as he did so as he slammed his butt on the seat.
“So? How do I do?” Quinn asked as he leaned closer to Zeras.
“I…I still don’t understand.” Zeras replied truthfully as he truly didn’t understand what happened, only noticing strange ripples in the air.
“It’s the power of principles, I’ll tell you about it after the event, don’t worry,” Quinn said tapping his shoulder as he walked to his seat.
‘The power of principles?’
“The quarter-final stage of this event has finally ended and we’ve noticed quite the exceptional figures in this event whose limit seemed to be covered in mist. Hopefully, we can see just what lies under this mist at the Finals.
So the top ten ranked didn’t change except for Eliot Norgodomev who is now the new number 10 ranked cadet.
This final will have different rules and that would be the battle for the throne of the Cadet rankings.
Only accessible to those in the top ten rankings to fight for the number one on the rankings.
So among the top ten, who wishes to challenge the number one ranking?
Please make your intention known by rising and coming over to the battle stage.” Handler 2 clearly announced as they began standing up.
The first was Eliot Norgodomev, followed by Aildris Titanic, then Jim BurlyRock, and lastly Zumba Mumba.
The four people slowly made their way towards the stage as the entire cadets watched their hope of Zeras still keeping his position almost fading away as they knew this was the ultimate of monsters in the New Cadets.
“So we have a total of 4 people willing to challenge the number one on the rankings…” The Handler asked as if wanting to nudge the rest to come down too, but Zeras, Triton, and Vornek were completely rooted to their seats, while Linda zilsky also never stoof up and for some reasons unknown, Zera’s heart pumped fast within him and a new emotion filled his heart.
He had only known them for a very little time and he won’t exactly call himself a good buddy, but they still stood up for him. It was something he had never felt before and it greatly warmed his heart.
“Then I guess we only have a total of 4 challenges. The rules are:
One, the battle is a one-on-one fight with the challengers coming up to Zeras to fight. If Zeras wins, he gets to fight the number 2, then 3, then 4. After which he would be able to keep his position if he successfully defeated all of them.
But if he lost, the winner would continue to challenge the others, the motion is ever repeating until we have a single clear winner…” The Handler announced the order of the event as the entire arena erupted in a murmur, most directing their gaze towards Zeras wondering if he’ll be against fighting against four people in a row.
Contrary to their expectations, the young man didn’t move a single each from where he sat nor did his lips move. Only a simple smile was on his face as he looked at the four challengers on the stage.
“The rules are the same as the others and you can immediately surrender if you think you can’t go on….” Handler 3 announced specifically looking at Zeras.
“With that said, let the first match begin…”
“Zeras Celestria Vs Eliot Norgodomev…”
Zeras took a deep breath in as he shut both his eyes closed.
‘Triton, Gaia, Quinn, Vornek. I’m very grateful for your belief in me and for not making it any harder for me. But as for you who stand up to challenge my worthiness… Then I hope you’re all ready to know the reason why…’ Zeras said as he opened his eyes and stood up.
And then it began.
Step, step, step…
Every step Zeras took caused the heart of every cadet to sink in and pump even more loudly as they watched Zeras descend to the battle stage.
His body was quickly changing as his form began changing to something different. Something Malevolent, something devilish yet incredibly handsome…
For this fight, Zeras had decided to unleash his Chaos Devourer self from the get-go…
A deep aura flooded into the entire Arena as the Instructors had their eyes narrowed to points as they watched his visible transformation and the aura undulating from him that made even them feel their hair slowly rising at the back of their neck.
“What… What is this aura?” One of the Instructors asked in shock, his voice even quivering slightly.
Zeras arrived in front of Eliot, and his eyes looked dead straight at him all semblance of emotion fading away.
Eliot watched the young man In front of him, his heart slowly spiking out of his control even though he was just standing there, his completely snow-white hair which seemed to be even whiter than snow gently blowing to the wind while his piercing blue right eyes and dark abyssal eyes looked at him.
His eyes weren’t that of disdain, they weren’t prideful, they weren’t respectful, they weren’t welcoming. They were just plain.
They contained nothing at all.
This was the first time Eliot had ever come across such an anomaly with absolutely no expression on his face.
Yet who was he? He was Eliot Norgodomev, the number one genius of the Norgodomev clan. He quickly reigned in his fear as he stretched his right hand and his white sword once again appeared….
“3…2..1. Go”
Eliot immediately got into a battle stance as he watched Zeras his eyes narrowed to the absolute limit of concentration.
“Please…” A gentle whisper suddenly entered his ears as Eliot looked at Zeras strangely as that word emanated from him.
“Please… Don’t Die!!!”
A silent ripple…