Each person present was stunned by Danial's accusation against Master Bowan, a respected figure within the Bright Light Academy.Lieutenant Andrews was the first to break the silence, his voice tinged with disbelief. "That is something we didn't expect," he muttered, shaking his head in consternation. "Master Bowan has always been regarded as an honorable and upright individual."Marshal Barns cut him and said " He pretends upright but he is nefarious. There were many cases that came into the organization that involved him."Marshal Barns, his expression grave, turned his attention to Danial, his tone serious as he posed the crucial question, "Are you sure that the person is Master Bowan?".Danial hesitated for a moment, weighing his words carefully. "Although I couldn't say for sure that the culprit is Master Bowan," he began slowly, "I do know that the technique that Victor used bears a striking resemblance to the personal discipline of Master Bowan."Agent Thompson frowned and aske
The Instructor was utterly stunned he didn't understand where these people came from and who are they so powerful. His thought process was interrupted when Pavan stepped ahead. With a swift kick, Pavan aimed for the instructor's midsection, but the instructor countered by sidestepping and delivering a precise elbow strike to Pavan's back. The impact sent Pavan stumbling forward, but he quickly regained his footing, showcasing his resilience. As the battle raged on, Pavan found himself on the defensive, struggling to keep up with the instructor's relentless assault. A kick aimed at his face was narrowly avoided, but Pavan felt the rush of air as it brushed past him. With a quick roll, Pavan regained his footing and launched a counterattack, his fists a blur as they surged forward with raw power. The instructor, caught off guard by Pavan's sudden aggression, barely managed to block the incoming blows, his arms straining under the force of the impact. With a fierce determination, Pava
As Danial struggled to stand, the ache in his body palpable, Master Eamon materialized in front of him with an unsettling speed. Before Danial could fully grasp the situation, Master Eamon delivered a swift punch, muttering, "Taking way too long to recover." Instinctively, Danial rolled sideways, narrowly avoiding the devastating blow. As he looked back at the spot where Master Eamon's punch landed, a sense of awe and trepidation gripped him. The ground bore the impact like a scar, a visible crater surrounded by ominous cracks that seemed to stretch out like fractured veins. A shiver ran down Danial's spine as the realization struck him—Master Eamon wasn't merely testing him; he was unleashing power that bordered on lethal force. At that moment, a chilling thought raced through Danial's mind: "Master Eamon is not trying to test me; he's trying to kill me." Despite his injuries and the overwhelming odds stacked against him, Danial refused to yield to despair. With a grim determinati
As Danial was leaving the academy his phone started ringing. Danial stopped took out his phone and saw an unknown number. He thought for a moment and answered the call " Hello?" On the other side was a calm and elderly voice " Danial have you forgotten about me this early?" Danial recognized the voice, the voice of Barley white the chairman of Sterling Technology! Danial was stunned and quickly said " Sir Barley, I apologize that I didn't recognize your voice. What can I do for you, sir Barley." Barley's voice remained composed but held a hint of disappointment. "You promised to start attending the internship at our company, yet you haven't shown up until now," he remarked pointedly. Danial felt a knot form in his stomach as he realized he was about to face the consequences of his actions. He knew he had no choice but to face Barley White and accept whatever reprimand was coming his way. Determined to make amends, Danial hastily made his way home to change into more presentable at
Danial felt his heart pounding as he tried to make sense of Barley's cryptic words. "Young Master, Sir Barley, what do you mean? Why did you call me Young Master? I think you have the wrong person," he stammered, his voice trembling with uncertainty.Barley, who was now on his feet but still visibly shaken, wiped away his tears and took a deep breath to steady himself. "Danial," he began, his voice heavy with emotion, "Barley White greets the Dragon Kings."Danial's mind reeled at Barley's words, his confusion reaching new heights. "Young Master Dragon King? What the hell is going on?" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief.Barley composed himself and gestured for Danial to take a seat in the chairman's chair. Danial hesitated, his mind racing with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. "What? No, are you kidding me? That's your seat. I can't sit in it," he protested, feeling overwhelmed.Barley's expression softened, and he placed a reassuring hand on Danial's shoulder. "Young
Danial observed the interaction between Barley and Lily with a sense of admiration. There was a genuine warmth between them that spoke of a deep bond, and it warmed Danial's heart to witness it. "Is she your granddaughter?" Danial inquired, his curiosity piqued as he observed the affectionate exchange between Barley and Lily. Barley's smile widened at Danial's question, a hint of pride evident in his expression. "Yes, Young Master, she is my only granddaughter," he confirmed. Danial nodded in understanding, his gaze drifting back to Lily, who stood by the door with an eager expression. "She looked excited," he remarked, noting the sparkle in Lily's eyes. Barley's smile widened further, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. "She's excelling in the university, and apparently, they need the parents and guardians of the children to come," he explained, his tone tinged with pride. "I think she was talking about a dance competition or something, and she wants me present." "It's truly rema
Before Kevin could make any further aggressive moves, a hand came out of nowhere and grabbed Kevin's arm firmly. Startled, Kevin turned around to face the unexpected intruder, only to find himself facing Danial.Lily's surprise mirrored Kevin's as she watched Danial intervene, her initial shock quickly giving way to relief at the sight of someone coming to her aid.Kevin's expression darkened even further at Danial's interference. "Piss off, kid. This is none of your business," he spat, his voice dripping with venom.Danial remained calm and composed, his grip on Kevin's arm firm.Ignoring Kevin's protests, Danial tightened his hold on Kevin's arm and swiftly flung him to the ground, a firm yet controlled maneuver that left Kevin sprawled on the pavement, stunned and disoriented.With Kevin momentarily out of the picture, Danial turned his attention to Lily, concern etched into his features. "Are you alright?" he asked.Lily nodded shyly, her eyes wide with a mixture of gratitude and
As Danial's keen eyes scanned the scene, his heart quickened with alarm as he noticed the metal structure above the stage trembling violently. What started as a subtle vibration quickly escalated into a full-blown tremor, causing the entire stage to shake and sway. The dancers, caught off guard by the sudden disturbance, struggled to maintain their balance as they stumbled and fell amidst the chaos. Panic rippled through the crowd like wildfire, spreading fear and confusion in its wake. The authorities, realizing the imminent danger, rushed to the stage in a desperate attempt to evacuate the performers. However, their efforts were hampered by the surging throng of spectators, who clamored to escape the crumbling stage. Danial's instincts kicked into overdrive as he watched the situation unfold before him. With a swift and decisive motion, he activated the Water Flowing Technique, harnessing its power to propel himself onto the stage with unmatched speed and agility. Lily, standing
Crystal descended into the rocky arena, her icy-blue eyes scanning the terrain. The environment was filled with jagged hills, uneven terrain, and rocky outcroppings—an arena that would test movement and adaptability. Danial leaned against the railing, watching her with a small smile, fully confident in her victory.Just as the match was about to begin, Leonard approached from behind, patting Danial’s shoulder with a smug grin."Danial, did you see my match just now? The tricks I used had him completely baffled—haha!"Danial turned to look at him, blinking. "That was your match?"Leonard’s face fell. The excitement in his eyes flickered. "Yeah… you didn’t see it?"Danial quickly realized his mistake and tried to salvage the situation. "Leonard, I didn’t know your match was happening. I’m sorry."Leonard forced a smile, waving it off. "Alright, no worries." He turned and walked away, but as he did, the forced smile gradually faded.Danial sighed, feeling a little guilty, but his attenti
As the tournament progressed, the excitement in the air reached its peak. The crowd roared in anticipation as each match brought forth new surprises, showcasing the sheer talent and determination of the academy's young warriors. Danial sat with Crystal, both observing the ongoing battles with quiet interest.Crystal turned to him and asked, "You already won two matches. This guarantees your spot in the Final Stage tomorrow. Who do you think your final opponent will be?"Danial shrugged, his expression calm. "I don't know," he replied simply.Just as he finished speaking, movement from the side caught his attention. Pavan had returned from the infirmary, his head and shoulders wrapped in fresh bandages. His steps were steady, but the slight wince as he moved revealed that his injuries hadn’t fully healed.Danial immediately got up and walked over to him, his brows furrowed in concern. "Why are you out of the infirmary? Your body needs rest."Pavan groaned, waving his hand dismissively.
Tyler staggered slightly as he stepped down from the arena, his legs trembling, his face pale. The match had been brief—too brief—but the experience had left a lasting impression on him. No, it wasn’t just the match itself; it was the gaze. That chilling, soul-crushing gaze that had locked onto him as if stripping away every ounce of his being. It was unlike anything he had ever faced before.His master approached, his eyes filled with concern as he placed a firm hand on Tyler’s shoulder. “Are you okay?”Tyler did not answer immediately. He walked in silence, each step feeling heavier than the last. His master was about to repeat the question when Tyler finally spoke, his voice hollow.“I want to withdraw from the tournament.”The words were so unexpected that his master was momentarily stunned. Tyler was not one to give up easily. He had trained relentlessly, fought fiercely, and had dreams of proving himself. Yet now, standing before him, was not the same student who had entered thi
As Kyle Drakon stepped into the light, an almost ethereal presence seemed to radiate from him. For someone so young, he was nothing short of stunning—majestic in a way that defied mere good looks. His face, strikingly symmetrical with high cheekbones and a sharp jawline, carried an air of effortless majesty. His nose was straight and refined, giving him a noble appearance, while his lips, neither too thin nor too full, were naturally set in a calm, unreadable expression. His skin was smooth, almost flawless, as if sculpted by the finest artisan, carrying a faint glow under the arena’s illumination.His jet-black hair, slightly messy yet undeniably stylish, fell in layered waves around his forehead and temples, enhancing the intensity of his features. Each step he took exuded confidence, his strides measured, unhurried—he moved like a sovereign who did not need to prove himself, yet commanded attention wherever he went.But it was his eyes that truly held everyone captive.A deep crims
The air inside the arena buzzed with excitement as the next match was announced. The announcer’s voice boomed across the coliseum.“Next match! Crystal Kirk of Somerland versus Zaria Dvornik of Krolea! The battle conditions—desert environment, no elemental abilities allowed!”Danial's expression hardened. He understood the gravity of this situation. Crystal’s greatest strength lay in her ice element, and now, she was being forced to fight in the most unfavourable terrain possible. A desert battlefield? There was no moisture in the air, no chance of manipulating frost, and worst of all—sweltering heat sapping her stamina.As Crystal stepped forward, she caught Danial’s expression and smirked. “Worried about me?”Danial folded his arms. “Just assessing the conditions. This isn’t exactly in your favour.”Crystal chuckled. “It never is.” With that, she strode toward the arena entrance, her icy confidence unwavering.Danial exhaled sharply, watching as she disappeared into the tunnel leadi
Danial and Crystal lingered in the infirmary for a while longer, chatting with Pavan, who continued to grumble about his forced diet while sneaking glances at the nurses, hoping one of them would take pity on him. When it became clear that none of them were willing to defy Abby’s orders, he slumped back onto the bed with a defeated sigh.“You guys better eat well while you still can,” Pavan muttered dramatically. “I might never taste good food again.”Danial rolled his eyes while Crystal smirked. “You’re acting like you’re being sent to prison,” she said. “It’s just a diet.”Pavan sat up and pointed at her with a solemn expression. “For a man like me, a diet is worse than prison.”Crystal laughed while Danial shook his head. “Just rest, Pavan. You’ll need your strength for the next rounds.”With that, Danial and Crystal left the infirmary, walking side by side through the long corridors. The scent of antiseptics and medicine slowly faded, replaced by the crisp air of the academy halls
Abby rushed into the arena, her heart pounding as she sprinted toward the fallen Pavan. She knelt beside him, her sharp eyes scanning his battered body. Blood dripped from his wounds, staining the ground beneath him. But even in his injured state, Pavan had not lost his spirit."Pavan, you have done well," Abby said softly, her voice filled with both pride and concern.Pavan, barely conscious, managed a small hum in response before his body went completely limp. Abby’s expression darkened as she turned her gaze toward Egbert, who stood proudly in the arena, basking in the cheers of the crowd. His arrogance was evident as he waved at the audience as if he had just achieved a great victory. Abby scoffed, her grip on Pavan tightening as she walked away without sparing Egbert another glance.Egbert simply snorted, unimpressed by her reaction, before continuing to soak in the adoration of the spectators. Meanwhile, among the crowd, Danial frowned heavily. He had seen the entire match unfol
Egbert vanished from his position, appearing instantly before Pavan like a crimson blur. His sword whistled through the air as he delivered a deceptively simple horizontal slash, its force enough to ripple the atmosphere around them.Pavan barely had time to process what was happening. Instinctively, he raised his sword to defend himself, the blade trembling in his grip.CLANG!The clash reverberated through the arena like a thunderclap. The sheer force of the impact sent Pavan skidding back, his boots carving deep grooves into the arena floor as he was pushed a full ten meters before managing to stop. His arms trembled uncontrollably as he looked down, his face pale.His fingers tightened around his blade, but the sight before him made his stomach drop—his sword, forged from the academy's renowned ore, now bore a jagged chip near the centre. How is this possible? He thought. These swords weren’t ordinary; they were designed to withstand the harshest of battles. And yet, a single stri
The announcer’s voice echoed through the massive arena, amplifying the excitement of the crowd. “The next match is between Pavan from Somerland and Egbert Ray from Xeria!”The crowd erupted into a deafening roar, their enthusiasm palpable. Flags bearing the symbols of both academies waved in the air, and cheers filled every corner of the stadium. Pavan took a deep breath, trying to steel his nerves as the noise washed over him.Danial stepped forward and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. His voice was calm but firm. “It’s alright, Pavan. You’ve got this.”Pavan turned to Danial, his lips forming a faint smile. “Thanks, Danial.” With a quick nod, he turned and made his way toward the arena, his footsteps steady but deliberate.As Pavan’s figure disappeared into the crowd, Crystal, who had been uncharacteristically silent, suddenly broke the quiet. “This is bad,” she said, her tone grave.Danial frowned, sensing the seriousness in her voice. “What do you mean?”Crystal’s eyes na