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Chapter 120: Iced Tea and the Canceled Invasion
White smoke still curled up from Viktor Ironforge's black armor, forming a thin pillar that merged with the storm clouds slowly thinning above the arena. The crown prince of Valdris knelt in the middle of a lava crater that had cooled into rough obsidian. His body trembled violently, not just from the residual electrical shocks still dancing along his nerves, but from the complete collapse of every conviction he had held dear his entire life.Military power? Destroyed by a pair of dull scissors.Combat formations? Severed by empty wind.A family heirloom weapon? Reflected straight back by the breeze of a bamboo fan.Viktor raised his head with great effort. His neck felt stiff, and his vision was blurry from the smoke trapped inside his cracked helmet. Yet his eyes remained locked on a single spot in the VIP stands. The spot where Aster Vale sat relaxed, looking as though he had just finished boring administrative paperwork rather than a life-or-death battle.In a raspy voice from a s
Chapter 119: "It's Really Hot Today, Isn't It?"
The Grand Arena of Aethelgard Academy fell silent, but it was not a peaceful quiet. It was a suffocating stillness filled with black smoke still drifting up from the charred bodies of the Valdris soldiers. Amidst the lava craters and the remnants of melted steel shields, only a single figure remained standing, though his posture was unsteady and covered in electrical burns.Viktor Ironforge.He knelt on the cracked ground, his breathing ragged like a steam engine running out of fuel. His iron helmet was dented in several spots, and through the slit of his visor, a pair of eyes showed no trace of clarity or military strategy. Those eyes were red, wild, and vacant. His mind had collapsed under the weight of an absurd defeat. His comrades were down not because they lost a fair fight, but because of impossible accidents. His spear had been deflected. His lightning storm had reversed direction.To Viktor, this was not a normal defeat. It was a cosmic conspiracy. And his primitive instincts
Chapter 118: Panic of Team Ironforge
Goran's death had not yet been fully processed by the collective consciousness of the crowd when Viktor Ironforge let out a bone-rattling roar of rage. His face, hidden behind his black iron helmet, radiated a dense crimson aura so intense that the surrounding air vibrated. He no longer cared about strategy. He no longer cared about formations. The only thing remaining in his mind was total annihilation."I will burn you all to ashes!" Viktor screamed, his voice echoing like trapped thunder inside a cave.He drove the Ironforge War Spear into the ground with full force. Fissures radiated outward from the point of impact, spreading rapidly across the entire arena floor. From the cracks, glowing red light flared up, illuminating the pale faces of the remaining Valdris soldiers.The sky above the arena turned into a pitch-black canvas. The storm clouds that had been concentrated over a single point expanded to cover the entire stadium roof. Red lightning bolts no longer struck individual
Chapter 117: The Deflected Lightning
The air in the Grand Arena felt so thick it could practically be cut with a knife. The pungent smell of ozone mixed with the scent of melting granite, creating a suffocating, hellish atmosphere. Viktor Ironforge stood at the edge of the fresh lava crater, his breathing heavy and ragged, yet his eyes blazed with a fury never seen before. He could not comprehend what was happening. Every one of his attacks, every single one of his military tactical calculations, kept getting thwarted by absurd, trivial things: wind suddenly shifting direction, ground collapsing for no reason, or blinding sunlight striking at the exact critical moment.To Viktor, this was no longer a battle. It was a cosmic insult."You think you can escape the destiny of Valdris?" Viktor roared, his voice echoing against the stadium walls, which were dead silent with fear. He gripped his Ironforge War Spear with both hands. The tip of the spear was still glowing blood-red, gathering the remaining unused storm energy. Th
Chapter 116: The Gust of Fate
Aster Vale let out a long sigh, a sound resembling steam escaping an old kettle. Sweat still dripped from his chin, falling onto his box of fried rice, which had now turned into a shapeless, sticky clump. He glared at the clumping grains of rice with pure hatred, as if they were personal enemies trying to derail his meal plan."It is so hot," he complained softly, more to himself than to anyone around him.Beside him, Professor Balthazar was still trembling, his eyes glued to the arena where a second blood-red lightning orb was taking shape at the tip of Viktor's spear. The energy was so overwhelming that the fine hairs on Balthazar's arms stood straight up. "Master Aster! That is an apocalypse-level attack! If it hits them, nothing will be left! We must call the guards! We must—""Silence," Aster cut him off without looking over. He raised his right hand, tightly holding the Bamboo Hand Fan he had pulled from his bag. The fan looked pitiful: its frame was cracked, its woven palm leav
Chapter 115: Packed Lunch and Sweltering Heat
Amidst the chaos enveloping the arena—where red lightning still flashed across the black sky, a lava crater hissed on the granite floor, and three Aethelgard students struggled against impending death—the atmosphere in the VIP stands was dominated by a far more trivial yet equally critical issue: culinary quality.Aster Vale sat stiffly in his red velvet chair. On his lap rested a simple teak lunchbox he had brought with him that morning. Inside was his custom-made special fried rice, crafted from premium unsold ingredients left over from the night market, mixed with salted duck egg and slices of dried beef as tough as shoe leather. To Aster, this was not merely food; it was maximum caloric efficiency achieved at minimum production cost.However, his surroundings were conspiring to ruin his meal.The thunderstorm summoned by Viktor's Ironforge War Spear did not only bring the threat of death to the fighters below, but it also drastically altered the entire stadium's microclimate. The
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