Chapter 212: Evander Vs Xavier (2)
Xavier moved.
He was suddenly above Evander, one hand extended downward. The air distorted around Evander’s body, and for the first ti, his expression changed. His body jerked downward as gravity multiplied around him.
He dropped fast.
Too fast.
He hit the arena floor below with a sound like a teor strike.
The entire coliseum shook.
Stone rose like waves from the impact.
Before the dust could settle, darkness exploded upward from the crater. Evander burst out of it, his body wrapped in black lightning, and drove a fist into Xavier’s chest.
The hit landed.
The crowd roared.
Xavier was launched across the sky like a cannonball, smashing through the remains of one broken platform and sending debris spinning in every direction.
Elion’s eyes widened.
"He hit him..."
But Xavier recovered almost instantly. His body spun unnaturally before stopping in midair.
Then the space around Evander bent again.
This ti, it was not a simple downward crush. It felt odd even through the screen.
The air around Evander twisted inward from every direction at once, trying to fold him in on himself.
Evander’s dark mana exploded outward in resistance, black lightning tearing through the invisible pressure.
The clash made the whole arena quake again. At that point, Professor Halbrecht rose from the faculty balcony.
Without a word, he floated into the air along with two other professors, spreading their hands outward.
A huge barrier of solid mana ford over the arena, then thickened, then thickened again, until it looked like a do of light enclosing the entire coliseum.
It was just in ti. Because Xavier and Evander began using larger-scale spells.
Much larger.
Xavier raised both hands.
The broken chunks of arena floating around him suddenly accelerated. Hundreds of massive pieces of stone rose into the air, each one wrapped in heavy gravity mana.
Then, with one small motion of his finger, he sent them crashing down at Evander like a rain of teors.
Evander thrust both palms upward.
A mass of darkness expanded above him, swallowing the first few falling stones whole. The next ones hit and exploded, turning the sky into fire and black smoke.
Through that explosion, Evander shot upward and slamd into Xavier again. The two exchanged a flurry of blows in the air.
A punch coated in darkness.
A palm strike layered with gravity.
A kick.
A grab.
A twisting escape.
Each exchange happened so fast that the crowd could barely follow them, but every collision created bursts of black mana and crushing shockwaves that hamred against the barrier do.
They held each other in high regard. That much was clear. There was no mockery here. No playing around and no testing.
They were both going all out, and they were both trying to win.
Evander ford a blade of condensed darkness in his hand and slashed across Xavier’s side, drawing blood for the first ti.
The crowd scread.
Xavier retaliated by driving a point-blank gravity burst into Evander’s torso, blasting him backward so hard that he hit the barrier do itself.
The do shook.
People in the stands gasped and ducked.
Evander pushed off the barrier and ca right back. Xavier t him halfway.
Their next collision created a shockwave so violent that all remaining platforms on the arena floor were pulverized.
Gone.
Reduced to rubble and dust.
Below them, the battlefield was now nothing but broken stone and craters.
The hostess had long since retreated behind the faculty barrier, but her excited voice still carried through the amplifiers.
"This is unbelievable!"
No one answered.
No one could.
Everyone was too drawn in.
Elion had gone completely still.
At so point during the fight, his mouth had gone dry.
He did not even notice when the croissant in his hand stopped existing. He must have crushed it without realizing.
The four girls beside him were eerily quiet.
All of them simply watched.
The fight continued.
Xavier extended both hands, and a massive field of pressure expanded outward from him like a transparent sphere. Every chunk of broken arena within that field suddenly collapsed inward, crushed to dust.
Evander’s answer was imdiate.
A sunless mass of darkness ford above him, crackling with black lightning. Then it split into seven great lances and fired.
Xavier moved through them, bending gravity around himself so that so missed entirely while others curved away. But one clipped his shoulder and tore straight through, drawing a spray of blood.
The crowd scread again.
Evander was breathing harder now. So was Xavier.
Neither of them looked calm anymore. They looked deadly.
By the end of it, both n were injured.
Both were breathing heavily.
Both had blood on them.
But neither had backed down.
Then they stopped.
Not because the fight was over.
Because both had reached the sa conclusion.
The next exchange would decide it.
The arena fell silent.
Xavier lifted one hand slowly.
A sphere of darkness appeared in front of him—not Evander’s darkness, but a point where light itself seed to vanish.
It began small, no larger than a fist, but as gravity folded inward around it, the thing beca terrifying.
The air around it warped.
The stone below it rose from the ground and was torn apart before even touching it.
It looked like a black hole.
Evander answered with both hands.
A compressed ball of darkness ford between his palms, dense and unstable, black lightning snapping across its surface like living cracks.
It was smaller than Xavier’s spell, but sohow felt even more dangerous, because all of its power was packed inward so tightly that it looked ready to explode just from existing.
No one breathed.
Then both n moved.
Xavier pushed his hand forward.
Evander roared and hurled his sphere.
The two spells t in the center of the arena.
For one impossible second, nothing happened.
Then—
The world broke.
The collision was catastrophic.
Crack!
The barrier do over the arena shattered like glass.
The sound was so loud that people scread and covered their ears. The shockwave tore through the battlefield, ripping apart already broken stone and sending huge sections of the arena flying upward.
The stands themselves started cracking.
Chunks of debris fell.
People panicked.
So began screaming.
Others tried to run.
Then Maximus moved.
The old principal rose from his seat with a speed that made it look like he had simply appeared in the air. He lifted his cane-sword once.
That was all.
A wave of impossible magic spread outward from him.
The falling debris vanished.
Every chunk of arena stone suspended in the air simply dissolved into harmless motes of light and drifted away.
And then the trembling in the walls ceased completely.
Elion stared.
"Wow..."
It was the only thing he could think of.
The dust from the collision was still covering the center of the battlefield, and the entire coliseum had gone silent.
Everyone held their breath as they waited for it to clear.
Slowly, the haze began to thin.
One shape beca visible.
Then another.
Only one man was still standing.
Barely.
He was breathing heavily, blood running from multiple wounds, one leg shaking under him.
But he was still on his feet.
Xavier Dawncrest.
A few ters away, Evander lay unconscious amid the wreckage, his body smoking faintly from the force of the final collision.
The hostess’ voice ca back in a stunned whisper.
"...Winner... Xavier Dawncrest."
Then the coliseum exploded. The cheers were unlike anything Elion had heard all day. People were shouting, screaming, stomping, and applauding.
But Elion barely heard any of it. He was still staring at the screen.
At the destruction.
At the power.
At the gap.
He exhaled slowly.
There was one thing he was completely certain of now. The current him would not stand a chance against these monsters.
If ten versions of him fought Evander at once—even all going all out—he would lose ten tis out of ten.
There was no sha in admitting it.
The gap was simply too large.
This whole matchup had been an eye-opener for him. The oceans were really vast, and this was just in this academy. What of the other academies? What about so other unknown, hidden young talents?
He sighed quietly to himself.
"I still have a long way to go."
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