Chapter 257 - 257: How do you know that I swing that way?

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"Who the hell is that?" Greg barked, his voice tinged with disbelief as his eyes locked on the mysterious figure that had just materialized out of thin air. The young man's oppressive aura surged like a storm, colliding with that of the Silent Executioner as the two now exchanged terse, charged words. "He… he actually came?" Dante muttered, awe heavy in his tone as he squinted at the figure before him. "You know him?" Scarlet forced the question out, every syllable a struggle beneath the crushing gravitational field pressing down on her. "The demonic student of Lunaria Academy," Ryan answered grimly, his gaze fixed on the figure's back. "The strongest student the academy has ever produced." 'So… this is the one they all talked about? The one who made instructors and upperclassmen tremble just by being mentioned?' Grey thought, his heart pounding as he remembered Magnus's reverent tone when speaking of this student. There had been fear in his voice—respect, even awe. That student, the legend of Lunaria, had arrived. The young man's eyes now met those of the Silent Executioner, whose calm facade was beginning to crack. "You," the student said coldly, his voice like a thunderclap echoing through the battlefield. "You've officially pissed me off. So I'm ending this now." The sky darkened. Clouds swirled violently above them, and then the heavens roared. Forks of lightning danced across the sky in erratic, mesmerizing arcs before raining down to the ground. Searᴄh the Nôvelƒire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. One bolt struck the student directly—and when the blinding light faded, his transformation was complete. A demonic mask now obscured his face. Lightning-infused armor crackled with arcane energy across his frame, and a jagged sword forged from pure lightning hissed in his grip. A pair of radiant boots pulsed with unstable energy, grounding his immense power. "Let me show you what it means to be Lunaria's Demonic Student," he said. Then he vanished. No—he became lightning. A shockwave detonated in his wake, the air howling as the ground fractured and cracked beneath the sheer force of his speed. "Crap—" was all the Executioner managed before a lightning-charged fist collided with his chest, hurling him backward like a meteor. He crashed through a building, reducing it to rubble as dust and debris surged into the air. Kael stood calmly in the aftermath, lightning sizzling around him like a living creature. His eyes tracked the Executioner, who now staggered back into view—blood trickling from the corners of his mouth, rage etched into every inch of his face. "How dare you?!" the Executioner roared, his fury igniting as he redirected his gravitational field, focusing it entirely on Kael. Above him, a spiraling singularity began to form—dense and terrifying. Buildings warped. Carriages crumpled. The earth groaned under the weight. And yet Kael stood unmoved, cracks spreading beneath his feet, the pressure around him collapsing entire structures. He tilted his head with mild curiosity. "Was… this supposed to scare me?" Veins bulged across the Executioner's forehead as his anger erupted. "You're weak," Kael stated, lifting a hand. "And so is your power. Let me show you true strength." He snapped his fingers. From the sky, a hundred arrows of lightning screamed downward, converging with pinpoint precision. The Executioner's eyes widened, horror frozen on his face as the barrage struck. An explosion engulfed the battlefield—obliterating a quarter of the village. Buildings were vaporized. The earth tore apart as if melted by acid. The shockwave shattered the sky itself, sending a gust of energy crashing into everyone nearby. Even the Captains were forced back, barely standing. "No way that guy survived that," Charlotte whispered, shielding her eyes from the smoldering debris. Grey gulped loudly, dread rippling through him. 'I… I couldn't do this even with a breakthrough. That level of raw destruction… he could erase a city. So this is the strength of the Demonic Student. He really lives up to the title,' Grey thought, his palms slick with sweat. 'Damn you, Amir…' Ryan cursed internally, throwing a side glance at Grey, who now trembled under the overwhelming pressure Kael exuded. 'You always get the good ones—first Kael, and now him…' A voice pierced the smoke. "That was destructive," it said, calm and sharp. All eyes turned west. The Executioner emerged, silver hair fluttering in the breeze. His smirk was bloodstained but unwavering. "And fast. But I'm faster." With a snap of his fingers, he summoned a dozen boulders, hurtling them toward Kael at blinding speeds. Kael didn't flinch. Shadows rippled beneath his feet—he sank in, vanishing like a wraith. "Dual affinity?!" Greg cried as the boulders smashed into the earth, creating a mini-quake that demolished more structures. Then Kael reemerged, a satisfied smirk hidden beneath his mask, black shadows now swirling around him like a second skin. "Your biggest advantage is gone," Kael said, motioning to the shadowy energy encasing him. It flowed like liquid silk, forming a protective cloak over his lightning-infused form. His robe flapped wildly as he took a step forward. Bang! The ground erupted as Kael blurred through space, appearing inches from the Executioner. One hand rose slowly—ominously—toward the man's face. "You shouldn't have crossed Velzoria," Kael growled. "Say hi to your ancestors for me." Then he slammed the Executioner's face into the earth with monstrous force. The resulting shockwave cracked the ground, forming a massive crater and flinging students several meters away. Another boulder came flying toward him—but Kael pivoted mid-motion. A shadow surged upward and swallowed it whole. But it had served its purpose: a distraction. The Executioner was gone—escaped Kael's grip. His face was scorched, bleeding from where Kael's lightning had branded him. "I… I know you now," the Executioner whispered, horror dawning in his eyes. "You're the Demonic Mage of Velzoria… the one we were warned never to confront." "Should I be flattered?" Kael asked, dark clouds churning above as bolts of lightning gathered. "That even your kingdom fears my name?" He raised a hand, and lightning rained down like divine judgment. Black holes tore the sky open, swallowing the bolts—but Kael didn't stop. The deluge intensified, thunder booming louder. "You're a general of Drakesville," Kael said with venom. "You're supposed to rival the Emperor's elite. But all I see is disappointment!" He vanished again—reappearing behind the Executioner and delivering a brutal spinning kick that hurled the man forward. He crashed, coughing blood. The storm above shifted, focusing directly on the downed general. His eyes widened. 'I… I'm losing? A student is defeating me? How?!' With a roar, the Executioner unleashed his final trump card—energy surged around him, spiraling into the heavens. Black holes widened, pulling in everything—debris, corpses, the ruins of the village. Kael stood unmoved, eyes fixed on the destruction. "How's it feel?" the Executioner asked, crimson streaking down his face. "Knowing that you will get sucked on?" Kael tilted his head. "Whoa. How do you know I swing that way?" The Executioner blinked. "Wait, what?!" Bang! Kael reappeared—his lightning sword gleaming like a god's wrath. "You should've studied tactics better," he said coldly. "Tell my ancestors I sent you." The sword fell. Red flooded the Executioner's vision—then nothing. His body hit the ground with a sickening thud. The black hole sucked his corpse away—then, as if satisfied, collapsed in on itself. The pull ceased. Those left standing fell to their knees or collapsed with relief. 'So this is… this is…' Grey thought, eyes wide as Kael walked forward. With each step, lightning struck from above, stripping away his gear—first the boots, then the armor, the mask, and finally, the blade. Until he stood before them once more—calm, unblemished, untouchable. His robe danced in the wind. Not a single scratch marred his skin. 'This… is the strength of the Demonic Student,' Grey thought, his pulse hammering. ____ {A/N} This is the power of the demonic student guys! Bow to the strongest student Lunaria has to offer ???? Yo Arcane! How is he? Is Kael OP enough or should we tweak him a bit????????

Chapter 257 - 257: How do you know that I swing that way?

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