Chapter 15: [15] The Sun-God’s Humiliation
The fight was a brutal and sickening display of sheer grit against overwhelming divine power.
Caden Cross fought like a cornered animal. Every ti the Apex Guard swung his golden broadsword, the kinetic shockwave shattered Caden’s bones.
The sixteen-year-old protagonist was bleeding from a dozen gashes. His vision blurred and his lungs burned as he desperately tapped into the deepest reserves of his wind-sage inheritance.
But he refused to stay down.
"Haaaa!" Caden roared as he executed a flawless and suicidal maneuver.
He intentionally took a grazing blow to his shoulder and used the montum to slip inside the Guard’s defense. With a final agonizing surge of wind magic, Caden drove his chipped blade directly through the glowing visor of the Apex Guard’s helt.
"Squelch."
The golden giant stiffened and dropped his sword before collapsing backward onto the marble arena.
The Vanguard students watching from below erupted into deafening cheers. A mortal had just slain a God.
Up on the Sun-God Palanquin, Tristan Blackwood’s face contorted into a mask of ugly aristocratic fury. His wine goblet shattered in his grip and golden liquid spilled down his pristine robes.
The absolute humiliation of losing a guard to a filthy mud-dwelling peasant broke his fragile ego instantly.
"Cheating mortal trash!" Tristan shrieked as he entirely abandoned the sacred rules of his own tournant. "I will burn your soul to ash!"
Tristan lunged forward and bypassed the arena entirely. He raised his hands and the ambient mana of the entire sky was violently sucked into his palms.
"Divine Art: Sun Fla!"
A blinding incinerating beam of pure solar plasma shot from Tristan’s hands. It hurtled directly toward the exhausted and defenseless Caden. The heat was so intense it instantly flash-boiled the moisture in the air.
Caden couldn’t even raise his sword. He just closed his eyes.
"Whoosh!"
The world went violently dark.
Caden opened his eyes. Arthur Sterling was standing directly in front of him.
Arthur didn’t draw a sword. He didn’t conjure a shield. He simply raised his bare calloused left hand and caught the massive beam of solar plasma right in the palm of his hand.
The flas violently washed over Arthur’s dark coat but utterly failed to even singe the fabric.
His Dinsional Breaker Physique casually absorbed the conceptual heat. It reduced the divine attack to a harmless glowing ember that Arthur crushed into dust with a squeeze of his fist.
The entire courtyard went dead silent.
[Ding!]
[Target Identified: Tristan Blackwood.]
?? Initiate Binder?
"Bind him," Arthur commanded in his mind.
An invisible thread shot from Arthur’s chest and slamd into Tristan’s arrogant soul.
[Proxy Bind successful. Siphoning passive cultivation of ’Peak Upper Realm Genius’.]
[10,000x ROI Multiplier Activated!]
Arthur rolled his neck and felt the absurdly dense high-tier cosmic laws flood into his system. He looked up at the hovering aristocrat and a dark mocking smile spread across his face.
All the pretenses were gone. The quiet observer was dead.
"Is that it?" Arthur called out with his voice echoing like thunder. "I’ve seen sparklers with more heat. You call yourself a God? You’re a trust fund baby playing with daddy’s magic."
Sylvia Thorne let out a sharp and musical laugh that cut through the silence like glass. Her icy eyes were entirely devoid of fear.
Tristan’s eyes bulged. His mind completely snapped under the weight of the insult. No one spoke to him like that. He was the sky. He was the heavens.
"I WILL ERASE YOU!" Tristan scread as his voice broke.
He unleashed his full unadulterated cultivation. His body ignited like a miniature sun and he rocketed downward like a golden teor. He aid a lethal glowing fist directly at Arthur’s face.
Arthur didn’t dodge. He didn’t even enter a martial stance.
He just casually stepped forward and walked through the blinding flas as if they were a light drizzle. He swung his right arm in a wide and utterly disrespectful arc.
"CRACK!"
It wasn’t a martial arts strike. It was a backhand from a pissed-off father.
Arthur’s heavy knuckles slamd across Tristan’s face with physics-breaking kinetic force. The sound of Tristan’s perfect aristocratic jaw shattering echoed across the entire academy.
The kinetic impact instantly stripped Tristan of his divine aura.
The Young Master spun through the air like a broken ragdoll and flew backward so fast he broke the sound barrier. He violently crashed through his own golden palanquin. It shattered the throne into a million pieces before he slamd into the far wall of the floating arena.
The remaining Apex Guards froze in absolute terror.
The mortals below watched in stunned awe. The Gods could bleed. The Gods could be swatted like flies.
"Cube," Arthur commanded softly.
The Ebonheart Cube materialized and instantly expanded into a massive pitch-black geotric do. It enveloped the entire golden arena and trapped the remaining fifty Apex Guards inside.
"System," Arthur smiled and his eyes glowed with predatory greed. "Activate the harvest."
[Ding!]
[Hijacked Harvesting Array Activated.]
The golden runes of the arena suddenly flashed a sickening corrupted purple. Instead of draining the planet, the array locked onto the divine cores of the trapped Apex Guards.
Screams of absolute agony echoed from within the dark do. Fifty Gods were violently drained of their cultivation.
Their life force was forcefully funneled down the invisible tether directly into Arthur’s pseudo-ascended core. Arthur threw his head back and laughed a deep terrifying laugh as he gorged himself on the stolen power of the Upper Realm.
Across the arena, Tristan Blackwood weakly pushed himself out of the rubble.
His face was a mangled and bloody ss with his jaw hanging at a grotesque angle. He looked at Arthur not with arrogance but with pure unadulterated terror.
With a trembling and blood-soaked hand, Tristan reached into his robes and pulled out a glowing cracked stone. A Realm-Shattering Talisman. An artifact ant to summon the true patriarch of his family.
Arthur stopped laughing. He looked at Tristan and his dark eyes were entirely devoid of rcy. He didn’t move to stop him.
"Do it," Arthur whispered and the sound carried across the ruined arena. "Call your daddy."
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