A ripple went through the stands.

A human will be fighting a dragonkin.

A race that has been seen as supremacy and now a human will be fighting against it.

Even if it wasn't a true dragon but it was still close enough, Rhyzar was emitting a pressure that distorted the air itself.

He was massive and broad shouldered, he and ember-red scales along his arms and jaw.

He stepped into the arena with slow and deliberate movements, each time he took a step the stone was cracking beneath him.

"So the human that even the dragon envoy keeps, whispering about," he rumbled, lightning was cracking when he spoke. "Seeing you in person, you don't look like much."

Adam just stepped forward with a calm expression, his arms were tucked in his pockets.

"That's funny," he replied. ",For a dragon you look weak."

A few of the demons snorted while several of the elves went stiff.

The dragon delegations were leaning forward, their interest was slightly piqued.

Before the battle even begins, Rhyzar released his draconic aura

BOOM!

Heat was flooding the arena, the stone was trembling while the weaker spectators felt their chests tighten.

This wasn't an attack it was a display of dominance.

However Adam wasn't even fazed, infact he felt bored.

[Sovereign's Aura Actived]

He didn't move, his own aura flared and completely suppressed Rhyzar's, frost was spreading faintly beneath his feet, it was stabilizing space itself.

The crushing aura just completely bounced off his own aura, it was refusing to even touch his body.

Rhyzar's eyes narrowed with interest.

"Well... that's interesting."

"BEGIN!"

Rhyzar then completely vanishing in a burst of lightning, Adam just merely shifted a half step to the side.

The dragon's fist the would smash down where Adam previously stood, the arena floor exploded outward like shrapnel.

Lightning veins were cracking through the arena floor.

Adam the began his counter attack.

He put his left arm forward and closed into a fist, a spatial distortion snapped shut around Rhyzar's arm locking it in place.

CRACK!

Space was compressing violently, it forced him to tear it free but it came at a cost of shredding his scales.

Regardless of the injury, he was grinning through the pain.

"Good, very good," he said. "Make this entertaining for me."

His scales started to shift as lightning was crackling around and through his scales, lightning then erupted from his back as he charged towards Adam again.

He was now faster than before and each of his blows carried the power of an peak A-rank force—raw, overwhelming power.

Adam didn't bother to block, he decided to test his new skill.

[Teleportation]

He teleported between his strikes, space was folding subtly with each teleportation, his movements were impossibly efficient.

'This is very convenient' he thought.

Flames erupted where his feet touched down, it was stabilizing the battlefield against the dragon's destruction.

"Your way to slow," Adam said quietly.

Suddenly a wave of ice would detonated point-blank, it slammed against Rhyzar's ribs.

The dragonkin skidded backwards, carving out a trench through the arena.

Adam followed this up by conjuring a ball of compressed flames, he teleported infront of the dragonkin and slammed it against his face.

Silence immediately followed afterwards.

[MP : 16'000/ 18'000]

Rhyzar stood up slowly, his chest was heaving. Steaming was rising from his face while ice was stubbornly clinging to his scales.

"... your not an ordinary A-rank," he muttered.

Adam slowly raised his his hand.

"Ice world domain."

The temperature instantly plummeted as ice instantly started to spread all around the arena, the whole scenery completely changed.

The whole arena was filled with ice while frost was forming around the barrier, mountain like landscapes made out of ice appeared.

The space started to bend outward, it formed a translucent circular distortion around his palm, with layers of compressed frost were rotating inside it.

He used his new skill while also adding space to reinforce it.

"I warned you..." He said evenly. "I don't like wasting my time."

Rhyzar roared and then charged for the final time, he outed everything into a single, decisive blow.

Adam simply stood in one place and didn't move, he knew that it was already over.

"Ice world-Fracture."

The space between them collapse, it didn't explode it folded.

The ice world would the descend upon his as well as space folded.

BOOM!

Rhyzar's momentum would die instantly, an invisible pressure crushed him inward, it froze his body mid-motion.

I've would seal his limbs in place, it locked his joints and halted his mana flow.

Adam raised his arm towards the sky, and let it fall down.

BOOM!

The ice world detonated and sent him flying, he crashed into the barrier hard enough to even fracture it.

His body slid down slowly a d he couldn't get back up.

"WINNER — ADAM"

The whole arena fell silent.

Then—

The was a controlled applause.

The dragon envoy was pleased as he nodded solemnly.

"That person..." He murmured. "He restrained himself to not let it leak."

Professor Seraphim exhaled slowly, she thought Adam would loose.

"His combat output is approaching that of a S-rank," she said under her breath. "At a minimum, it seems it won't be long till he breakthroughs."

Headmaster Dave Vorn's expression was grim, but he was pleased.

"He's growing at an astonishing pace."

Adam just turned and left the arena without uttering another world, frost was evaporating behind him.

And far below the stone—

Another seal dimmed.

It was just a fraction, but it was enough.

The cheers from the arena have reached the depths that are below Silford Academy.

And far beneath the reinforced stone, the layered wards, and the ancient runic arrays—

Something has stirred.

It was a single pulse.

It was low. Slow. And almost unnoticeable.

And those who knew what to listen for, it was unmistakable.

Deep in the underground, in a chamber that was older than the academy itself, there were massive stone pillars that stood in a circular formation.

Each of the pillars was engraved with ancient sigils, dragon runes, elven seals, demonic suppression marks, dwarven equipment, and human array inscriptions that were layered atop one another like scars of a long forgotten History.

And at the very center, there was a colossal black crystal that hovered midair, it was suspended by chains of light.

And from inside it—

Something started breathing.

And with Adam's victory above, the excess mana expended, made one of the seals dim slightly.

It wasn't broken.

At least not yet.

But it was weakened.

A whisper was echoing through the whole chamber, not with sound, but in concept.

Soon...

The chains started trembling.

And several of miles away, it was in a forgotten ruins marked with spatial distortion, a hooded figure was kneeling before a dark altar.

This is Vaelthrys Morcant, a High Inquisitor of Kyrexis, Rank: A+ (Suppressed)

The altar that was before him was craved from something that wasn't stone, its surface was pulsing faintly, and it responded to his presence.

He opened his eyes.

"I'm sure they felt," he murmured. "The resonance, it's growing faster than expected."

And before him, stood three figures.

All of them were masked, silent.

The other Outer God Cultists—each was radiating warped mana that was bending the air around them.

One of them stepped forward.

Seren Kael

Rank: A mid

Role: Observer & Relay..

"The academy is believing that this disturbance was a residual gate corruption," Seren said calmly. "They still remain unaware of the seal's current condition for now."

Vaelthrys was chuckling softly.

"That's good. Let them focus on the tournaments and their pride."

He raised his hand, and the altar was responding, projecting a faint image of Silford Academy.

"And at this pace, we won't need for force the seal to break," he continued. "And the environment itself is doing the work for us."

But one of the cultists hesitated..

"But the dragon resonance—"

Vaelthrys snapped his gaze towards him.

"This is not the information that should be shared," he said coldly. "And not with outsiders. Not with the nobles and not even with our temporary allies... especially that boy."

The cultists stiffened.

"Yes Inquisitor."

High above, people were unaware of how close the truth that lurked beneath their feet.

The academy was entering lockdown protocols as quietly as they could.

There were no announcements, no signs of panic. They just increased protocols.

Headmaster Dave Vorn was standing within the observation deck, his hands were clasped behind his back.

"Multiple of the seals are weakening in just weeks of each other," he said with a grim expression. "This shouldn't be possible."

Professor Seraphim also nodded in understanding.

"I think something or someone is accelerating the degradation."

Veyra just leaned against the railing, her crimson eyes narrowing slightly.

"And that something is," she said. "Kyrexis, those damned cultists are no longer probing. They're preparing so we should be ready as well."

Dave exhaled slowly.

"The Inter-Racial Competition has just become the most dangerous event we've ever hosted in a century."

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