Author's Note: Do Not Unlock Yet. Chapter Is Still Under Construction.
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The ground cracked open beneath Victor's palm as he slamd down his Frost Bloom Palm, unleashing the technique at its fullest extent.
A thunderclap of cold qi burst outward in an expanding wave, washing over the molten battlefield. The effect was imdiate.
Dozens of Drakenars whose bodies burned like molten furnaces with glowing orange scales as if carved straight from volcanic rock, froze mid-roar.
Their molten blood hissed into hardened obsidian as sheets of frost raced across their rough hides.
Victor didn't give them ti to recover.
He flung his legacy sword outward while attaching Void Qi to it like invisible threads.
He flicked his fingers to the side and the weapon responded instantly, spinning like a storm-tossed wheel through the air.
Its silver arc cut seven Drakenars cleanly across their throats, causing molten ichor to spray like broken geysers.
Their bodies collapsed in synchronized thuds before the sword whistled back into Victor's hand.
"Thirty seven down," Victor muttered as his lips curled into a sneer. "Five hundred more to go?"
He crouched slightly and leapt forward, soaring upward like a cot.
In mid-air, his body rotated into a downward spiral as he surrounded his blade with qi.
Scrrreeevvv~
The strike ca like judgnt itself as he cleaved through one Drakenar from head to groin, bisecting it into two flaming halves.
The impact of the blow tore a lengthy scar into the ground below, ripping apart blackened earth with its residual force.
The Drakenars roared in fury, and a volley of lava-based attacks suddenly erupted from every direction.
From the left, balls of molten magma hurled like artillery shells...
From the right, razor blades of condensed lava shot across the battlefield like burning chakrams...
From ahead, massive spears of condensed molten stone, shrieked through the air with enough force to skewer mountains.
Victor's expression didn't falter.
"Cute tricks."
His body blurred, becoming a shifting storm of shadows.
"Phantom Mirage Step..." In a heartbeat, he fractured into a dozen afterimages.
To the Drakenars, he seed to exist everywhere and nowhere at once, weaving through their onslaught like smoke slipping through cracks.
Lava balls crashed against the darkened earth and shattered. Spears split midair as his sword intercepted them. Blades of molten stone sliced only air as his afterimages danced away.
One by one, the shadows collapsed back into the real Victor.
He landed lightly on one knee as steam rose from his glowing skin. The arrow-shaped markings across his arms and face, beca more prominent... more of his hair turned whiter, tilting the ratio between black and white.
The qi emanating from him beca an overwhelming tide that bent the very air around him.
The Drakenars faltered as Victor slowly stepped forward with his body cutting through the smoke and rubble behind.
Their molten eyes widened, and so even stumbled backward. Their very instincts told them that this was not prey... This was a predator in human skin.
A guttural hiss swept through their ranks as one roared:
"—A human youngster should not be this powerful!"
Although they had spoken another language, Victor tilted his head like he could understand what they ant.
"I guess these ones didn't take English lessons..."
He blurred forward with his sword lashing out in a sweeping arc.
Cries filled the surroundings as arms, legs, and heads were severed cleanly. Body parts rained down as blackened, smoldering flesh.
Steaming blood splattered across the grounds.
The battlefield beca a butcher's yard.
Victor's advance was relentless.
He leapt and twisted midair. "Wind Glide!" He double-jumped, soaring above the heads of twenty more before unleashing Gale Strike downward.
The turbulence blasted the ground apart, shattering Drakenars into broken pieces scattered across smoking rubble.
All around, students trapped in pods and cocoons watched with wide eyes as their supposed peer massacred monsters like a god of war.
From the distance Vayla's eyes narrowed. "That's no ordinary youngster. That's sothing else."
He unleashed a Skyfire Spiral, exhaling a flaming vortex from his mouth. It spun outward, shredding three Drakenars apart in a tornado of blazing destruction.
Another tried to ambush him from the side by conjuring a whip of molten fire but Victor's palm shot out, slamming into its chest with Frost Bloom Palm.
The beast scread as ice surged through its veins causing it movents to slow until Victor sent a fist crashing through its chest.
Another beast lunged. Victor kicked upward, smashing his heel into its chin.
The blow sent it flying across the air before crashing through rough pointy rocks that protruded from the blacked earth.
Step after step, technique after technique, Victor tore them apart.
His movents carried the elegance of a master and the ruthlessness of a slaughterer.
The Drakenars' morale shattered.
One by one, they fell back, trembling in disbelief. For the first ti in their existence, they hesitated before charging at prey.
Victor's breathing deepened as his chest stead with both exertion and fury.
His hair floated around him. He looked every inch like a war god striding across a battlefield of corpses.
At the eastern edge, cries rang out.
"Victor! Help us!"
"Victor, save us!"
His eyes snapped toward the east as he spun.
rged to the darkened grounds were pulsating reddish cocoons with more than five hundred students trapped within.
Their muffled screams tore through the air as they called for victor.
Victor eyes narrowed. He wasn't going to let any other students die here.
"I'm coming—"
Just as he took a step forward, a sharp whistle pierced the air.
The sound wasn't normal... it was imbued with mana.
The very air vibrated with the resonance of command.
The surroundings was pretty massive so trying to find the source wasn't easy for Victor. Especially since he couldn't sense mana but sothing told him that sound was bad news.
He paused briefly as his head snapped from side to side.
Over two hundred feet away, on his 3 o' Clock, Commander Aiz stood calmly beside Vayla the Drakenar sorceress with a cold gaze.
It was obvious that the whistle had co from him.
His straight face displayed a bit of amusent, as though he'd simply been watching a stage play.
Despite Victor's performance, he didn't look panicked. Neither did he look threatened.
Instead, he raised two fingers to his lips and blew again.
Two glowing red circles erupted into existence at his feet, inscribed with runes of molten origin, causing the ground to tremble.
The stench of sulfur and burning brimstone filled the air.
From the circles rose two large figures, each up to ten feet tall.
They weren't like the ordinary Drakenars.
These ones radiated nace.
Their scales were a shade darker than volcanic glass... their molten veins didn't glow orange, but were blood-red instead.
Their muscular fras looked like walking fortresses as steam hissed from the cracks in their bodies.
When they spoke, their voices were gravel and thunder combined.
"Master Aiz," the left one growled. "What are your orders?"
The other pounded his chest, sending tremors through the surroundings. "Command us."
"Garo... Maro..." Aiz voiced out without hesitation before extending a finger.
He pointed it directly toward Victor who was more than two hundred feet away, standing amidst a field of corpses and molten ruin.
"A monster has appeared," Aiz voiced with a cold smile. "Deal with him."
The two Drakenars turned their glowing eyes toward Victor as their mouths twisted into snarls.
Twwhiii~
The ground split apart in fiery lines as Garo and Maro charged in Victor's direction.
Their movents scorched the blackened earth with each step and the air thickened with heat as though the battlefield itself had beco an oven.
Victor swiped his sword sideways, clearing Drakenar blood off his blade.
"Great. A hot welco committee."
In the next instant, he steadied his stance and slowly raised his legacy sword.
Wind swirled around the blade as he channeled Wind Blade technique into his sword, rging both forces.
The edges of his legacy sword had strange whitish lines fanning around it as if eager to taste blood.
Just as the twin Drakenars closed in, Victor slashed forward cleanly, causing the surroundings to tremble as he aid at them.
However, in that very instant, Garo's body lted like wax under fire...
His horned figure collapsed into a roaring pool of molten lava that hissed and sizzled against the cracked ground.
"Huh?" Victor muttered in bafflent as his blade cleaved through nothing but smoke and heat.
He barely had ti to adjust before the other Drakenar, Maro, arrived before him with his fist swelling grotesquely.
His fist bubbled with magma before hardening into a massive, molten lava boulder that pulsed with cracks of fire.
Victor's blade which was still sweeping forward, slamd against it—
Bang!
The collision sent out a shockwave that rattled the surroundings, uprooting debris and scattering embers like fireworks.
For a mont they were locked in place as Maro's massive fist halted Victor's sword strike.
The hiss of molten rock eting the whistling edge of wind and tal, sent a strange pressure across the surroundings.
There was no doubt about it... these two Drakenars were strong.
Before Victor could retract his blade, Garo who had lted into a bubble of lava, appeared behind him—
Victor felt all the hair on his body rise as a molten hand reached out to grab him from behind.
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