As the dust settled from Aron and Selene’s brutal onslaught, an unsettling silence filled the air. The top students of the Pacesetter Academy lay defeated, groaning in pain, their pride shattered by the overwhelming power of the Dragonyx siblings.
Aron stood tall, casting a menacing glance toward the academy, while Selene crossed her arms, her chaotic mana still swirling around her like a storm waiting to unleash once more.
General Cao, watching this unfold, clenched his fists. His face was a mix of frustration and helplessness. He couldn’t let this continue, yet the sheer power of the Dragonyx family was undeniable. The academy was in dire straits, and with the Chancellor and the Vice Chancellor still absent, it was up to him to hold the line.
Just as General Cao prepared to step forward, his hand reaching for his war hammer which is hunged on his waist, the air around him thickened. A chilling pressure weighed down on him, freezing him in place. The aged man, who had been standing quietly with the Dragonyx siblings, suddenly moved. His aura, like a storm brewing in the depths of a dark sea, radiated across the field.
His mere presence made the surrounding space tremble, intimidating even General Cao.
The aged man gave Cao a solemn look, his eyes piercing with silent authority. "Don’t be reckless," the man said, his voice deep and ancient. "You’re outmatched, General."
"What sort of pressure is this? It feels way more oppressive compared to the Vice chancellor’s own" Vlahiç suddenly muttered with a look of disbelief on his face.
Cao gritted his teeth, sweat forming on his brow as he felt the oppressive aura suffocating him. He knew this man was no ordinary figure. Whoever he was, his power far surpassed anything Cao had encountered in recent years. The realization sank in like a lead weight—any action he took would be reckless, as the aged man warned.
Aron and Selene, sensing the hesitation from General Cao, stepped forward in unison, their chaotic energy flaring with greater intensity. Aron cracked his knuckles with a vicious grin. "Enough games. Tell us where Kaelen is, or we’ll tear this place apart."
Selene’s cold gaze swept over the academy’s pillars. "You can’t hide him forever. He’ll come to us sooner or later. But if you’d rather make it difficult, we’ll enjoy breaking this place apart until we find him."
General Cao’s heart sank. He couldn’t protect them—not against these monsters. His thoughts spiraled, wondering where the Chancellor and Vice Chancellor were, and why they hadn’t shown up yet. Why now, when the academy was on the brink of collapse?
Before he could despair further, a ripple of energy surged through the air—sharp, cutting, and focused. It wasn’t chaotic like Aron and Selene’s mana. No, this was pure and refined. Sword Qi.
’He finally reacted’ General Cao thought with a sense of relief welling up within him.
The Mysterious Swordsman, who had remained silent throughout the entire battle, finally stepped forward.
His presence was subtle yet unmistakable. Unlike the overt aggression of Aron and Selene, his aura was controlled, precise, and filled with a calm lethality. His sword, still sheathed, hummed softly with restrained power.
All eyes turned to him. The academy’s defeated students, General Cao, the aged man, and even Aron and Selene focused on the figure who now stood alone, confronting the Dragonyx siblings.
The Mysterious Swordsman slowly unsheathed his blade, revealing a gleaming sword radiating with Sword Qi that seemed to pulse with life. The air around him shifted as if the very fabric of reality responded to his presence. His aura deepened, and the subtle hum of his sword became a resounding symphony of power.
Sword Qi, far more refined than anyone had felt before, rippled outward. It wasn’t just raw power—it was mastery. The depth of his connection to the Sword Dimension was profound, and it cut through the oppressive chaotic energy of the Dragonyx siblings like a knife through butter.
Even Aron and Selene, for the first time, faltered. The chaotic mana around them stilled slightly as they recognized the formidable opponent now standing before them.
The Mysterious Swordsman’s voice was calm, but it carried an authority that demanded respect. "I’ve no interest in defeating you," he said, his eyes fixed on Aron and Selene. "It isn’t my destiny to do so."
Selene’s eyes narrowed. "Then why stand in our way?"
The Mysterious Swordsman raised his sword slightly, the Sword Qi around him intensifying. "Because I know who is destined to defeat you, and he’s on his way. My purpose is to ensure you don’t tear this academy apart before he arrives."
Aron sneered, though there was a hint of unease in his eyes. "You talk big, but you’ll have to prove it with your blade."
The Mysterious Swordsman didn’t flinch. "I don’t need to defeat you. I only need to hold you off."
At that moment, the tension between them grew unbearable, and it felt as though the world itself held its breath. The Dragonyx siblings, for all their chaotic power, were met with a force they had not expected—someone whose mastery of the Sword Dimension surpassed what they had encountered.
Aron and Selene exchanged a glance, their chaotic mana flaring once more, ready for battle. But the Mysterious Swordsman stood firm, his Sword Qi forming an invisible barrier between them and the academy.
’The person destined to defeat them? Who might that be?’ General Cao thought with a curious feeling growing within him.
And then, as if on cue, the air began to shift again—this time subtly, almost imperceptibly. It wasn’t chaotic like the Dragonyx siblings, nor was it the sharpness of Sword Qi. It was something deeper, more profound.
A sudden gust of wind swept through the battlefield, carrying an unmistakable weight of impending doom. The skies darkened, the atmosphere thickened, and the clashing of chaotic mana and Sword Qi came to an abrupt halt. All eyes—whether from the academy, the Dragonyx family, or the spectators—turned toward the source of the disturbance.
In an instant, Kaelen and his companions appeared in the very heart of the battlefield, surrounded by an aura that defied comprehension. It wasn’t just power—it was dominance, an indomitable presence that silenced everything around them. The earth trembled beneath their feet, and even the air itself seemed to bow before them.
Guinevere stood with the grace and deadly elegance of a phoenix, her fiery aura glowing with a rich, otherworldly brilliance. Morris exuded an ethereal force that radiated the pure energy of the elements themselves. Ethan’s presence was a shadowy void, nearly imperceptible to most but utterly overwhelming to those who could sense it, his withered mana swirling like an endless mist.
Sofia appeared as a serene saint, her divine presence illuminating the darkness around her like a beacon of hope. Eldric stood like a storm incarnate, his thunderous aura crackling with the untamed force of the Nine Tribulations Thunder.
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But at the center of it all was Kaelen. His aura was like a royal tidal wave, surging with raw, controlled might. His eyes were locked on Aron and Selene, unmoving and determined. In his hand, he held the Blade of Eternity, now reformed and shimmering in a glorious royal blue light that seemed to pulse with its own life force.
The battlefield fell utterly silent, stunned into paralysis by the sheer weight of Kaelen’s presence. Even the Pillars of the Academy—General Cao, Vlahiç, Carmilia, and Bowel—were speechless, their expressions betraying a mixture of awe and disbelief. The top students, save for the Mysterious Swordsman, who remained calm, found themselves speechless as well, their pride and composure shattered.
On the Dragonyx side, the agents and soldiers who had witnessed Kaelen’s arrival were left wide-eyed and breathless, unable to comprehend the magnitude of the power that had just manifested before them. Even Aron and Selene, the once unshakable chaos twins of the Dragonyx family, faltered under the pressure, their chaotic mana wavering for the first time.
Kaelen’s gaze was cold, yet burning with purpose. His aura intensified, royal blue energy swirling around him like an indomitable force of nature. With a single, fluid motion, he drew the Blade of Eternity from its sheath. The blade hummed, resonating with the power of the Sword Dimension as it glowed brightly, casting a radiant light across the battlefield.
Kaelen’s voice rang out, steady and dignified, cutting through the tension like the edge of his sword.
"Today, you both will sign a contract with death."
The words hung in the air, heavy and final. Aron and Selene, usually so composed in their chaotic dominance, exchanged a glance. For the first time since arriving at the academy, they felt something unfamiliar creeping into their hearts: doubt.
Selene’s chaotic aura flared in defiance, her eyes narrowing at Kaelen. "You think you can threaten us, boy?" Her voice, usually laced with condescension, now carried an edge of uncertainty.
Aron clenched his fists, chaotic energy swirling violently around him as his pride refused to accept the threat before him. "Bold words. Let’s see if you can back them up."
Kaelen’s expression remained unchanged, his grip on the Blade of Eternity steady. His companions, too, stood tall, their presence only amplifying the oppressive aura that filled the battlefield.
The aged man from the Dragonyx family, who had been a silent observer until now, narrowed his eyes as he studied Kaelen and his companions. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips, though his eyes betrayed no humor—only a quiet, cold calculation. He had underestimated them, and now, the battlefield had changed in an instant.
Kaelen took a step forward, the ground beneath him cracking from the sheer pressure of his presence. His eyes never left Aron and Selene, and as he raised the Blade of Eternity, the royal blue energy around him surged like a tidal wave, growing in intensity.
"For your sins against the academy, against my companions, and for daring to challenge me…" Kaelen’s voice deepened, laced with an undeniable finality. "You will fall."
In that moment, the battlefield felt smaller, as though Kaelen’s presence alone was enough to crush everything within it. The Blade of Eternity shone with a brilliance unmatched by any weapon, resonating with the very fabric of reality.
The Pillars of the Academy, still recovering from their shock, exchanged glances. General Cao’s face was grim, but there was a flicker of hope in his eyes as he saw the power Kaelen now wielded. Carmilia, Vlahiç, and Bowel stood silently, their pride giving way to awe at the transformation Kaelen had undergone.
The Mysterious Swordsman, standing at the edge of the battlefield, watched with quiet anticipation. His earlier words echoed in his mind: the one destined to defeat the Dragonyx twins had arrived. And now, he was witnessing that destiny unfold.
Aron and Selene, their chaotic mana raging, prepared themselves for the battle ahead, but even they couldn’t hide the tension in their movements. The dominance they once wielded so easily now felt fragile in the face of Kaelen’s overwhelming aura.
The air crackled with energy, the anticipation of battle hanging thick in the atmosphere.
And Kaelen, with his Blade of Eternity gleaming in hand, stood ready to fulfill his promise: to make Aron and Selene sign their contract with death.