Chapter 112 — Whispers Beneath the Veil of Velocity Since the first moments of the duel, Angy had been fighting with a calculated softness, relying heavily on her lightning-quick reflexes to shove her opponents out of the duel arena rather than delivering devastating blows. She skirted the edge of violence, carefully avoiding truly brutal strikes. This subtlety, however, subtly undermined her effectiveness — an efficiency deficit she seemed unaware of, as her instincts honed more toward evasion than aggression. Reflection Academy’s fighters boasted raw power, but their advantage had been steadily eroding. Two of their strongest warriors had already been unceremoniously ejected from the ring, and it was becoming increasingly clear that their inevitable defeat was just a matter of time. Opposite them, the contingent from Echelon Academy stood resolute, their cohesion and strategy shining through. Unlike the previous academy t

Chapter 114 – Shards of Stone and Speed Max Vale stood at the edge of the Dueling Grounds, expression unreadable, as the crowd buzzed with whispered analyses. Around him, his fellow students from Blackrock Academy exchanged heated theories and predictions about the unfolding battles. He listened carefully, his mind already dissecting each move, each flaw, and every flicker of power displayed on the field. This was more than just a competition. Every clash was a lesson — a brutal tutorial etched in blood and sweat — and Max was a voracious student. His sharp gaze flicked from one battle to the next, quietly noting weaknesses and strategies that could be exploited or improved upon. The murmurs settled as the second duel was announced, and the air thickened with tension. This was the face-off everyone had been waiting for: Blackrock Academy versus Atrihea City High. Angy and her six comrades from Blackr

Chapter 116 — Embers of Defiance “What do you mean ‘stay put’? Angy’s being torn apart out there! We can’t just stand idly by!” Arianna snarled, baring her teeth like a cornered wolf, her voice dripping with desperate fury as she glared at Max Vale. The slightest hint of a refusal from him would have provoked a snap—an animalistic outburst ready to shred anything in its path. Max’s eyes softened for a moment, but his hand came down firmly, pressing against Arianna’s temple with a calming weight. “Trust me. This has to wait. Stay here.” His tone was low, steady—an iron core beneath calm waters. But a sudden, suffocating chill slithered through the air, creeping into every bone of those nearby, chilling their blood and whispering of storm and chaos to come. None could pinpoint the source of that cold, but it dug deep into their senses—a silent herald of the violent tempest about to break loose. Before the girls

Chapter 118 – Shadows on the Silver Spire When Korak turned slowly, the sight that greeted Theo Vance was as staggering as a titan rising from the depths. The towering figure before him had grown nearly two feet in height, pushing his colossal frame to a staggering eight feet, his breadth now rivaling that of two full-grown men standing side by side. Jagged shards of gleaming white mana-crystal armor encased every inch of Korak’s body, from crown to sole, transforming him into a living fortress of stone and light. Not a single gap or vulnerable seam betrayed his form — his entire being was sheathed in this crystalline shell. The man he once was had been swallowed by this monstrous transformation; the raw, primal energy now made Korak look like a colossus birthed from the nightmares of forgotten gods. An abominable colossus clad in radiant armor that shimmered coldly beneath the overcast sky. “Still brave enough to call me w

Chapter 120 – The Convergence of Three Fates Principal Wren’s voice sliced through the tension like a razor-edge. “What are you implying, Principal Erhil? The battlefield does not tolerate mercy… Didn’t you preach this very truth moments ago?” His sharp laugh cracked the air. Principal Erhil’s gaze was cold and unwavering. “And yet, Principal Wren, what became of your so-called principles? Are they mere words to be cast aside when inconvenient?” he retorted with a venomous calm. Wren’s anguish crept into his tone, “Principles aren’t just for show—shouldn’t we protect our students by upholding them?” Erhil’s eyes narrowed, hard as flint. “Principles? That’s rich coming from you. Tell me, do you imagine the enemy will grant your precious students any such consideration when their blades pierce flesh and bone? Or do you expect your idealism to shield them from brutal reality?” The words struck like shards of ice. Wren clenched his fists, frustration bubbling. “How can you, Prin