Chapter 352 - 352- Festival 83- Raid on a Rainy Night 22

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Sparks of gold ignited in the air, traces of a battle yet to unfold as the tension in the air grew palpable. With it were two figures basking in the moment, one a reincarnation of ice and the other a Burly bull charging at its prey. The scenery unfolded with such artistry that Darrell was frozen in place. Eyes bulging from the powerful energy that emanated from them, yet appreciative of the beauty of the scene. He couldn't stay lost in the sight, though, after all– Princess Meadow was in danger. His gaze whipped back to the girl, and his body bolted forward, mana surging from within as it pushed him forward like a beam of light. He rushed forward, his speed suddenly igniting in meters per second at a rate unfathomable to him. His goal was evident– save the princess. While he rushed forward, Raph's pupils suddenly flickered, his body moving at such a speed that his awareness was deceived into believing it was in slow motion. Glancing to his side, he caught a whiff of the incoming Elf, his expression remaining fixed, unchanged by the sight. Then he glanced to the other side and caught a glimpse of the Princess. A groan escaped his lips, and he glanced back at the incoming masked male. His large shoulders reached for him at an impossibly fast rate. It was ironic. His speed was contrary to his size, something that would be physically difficult to achieve. 'But then again....mana or aura makes the impossible happen.' Suddenly time released as Raph stumped his foot to the ground, a whisk of his shoulder striking Meadow while Darrell flickered past him like the wind, grabbing Meadow with him. A skid echoed as the Burly man slammed his shoulder into Raph, a palpable shockwave igniting from the impact as he pushed forward with a roar. The ground trembled as Raph drilled his leg into the tiled floor, his body resisting the force, yet unable to achieve it completely. He was pushed to the other side of the Hallway in mere seconds, his feet dragging on the tiles, scraping away the structure and leaving a foot trail to the end. In a loud thud, he was slammed against the wall, an explosion of energy occurring as they charged through it. A blast erupted as they broke through it into the open, raindrops beating on their bodies immediately. One would think the Burly man had achieved his goal, but sadly, not this one. Like a bullet train off its tracks, He charged right through the ceramic fence separating the Year One Hostel from the Year Two's with a solid thud. Cement and rocks erupted from the impact as they passed right through. In the same manner, he increased momentum, picked up Raph into the air and further slammed him into the next Hostel, a shockwave exuding from the impact. A blast of energy occurred, then a tremor phased through the walls as they forced their way into the Year Two Hostel, silence following after. The rain continued to pour down from the dark clouds, thunder singing a mellow hum while lightning ran through the skies. The intensity remained lax, setting the theme for the night continuously while the sounds of the rhythmic explosions were swallowed by the rain. The Year Two Hostel, which was once filled with darkness,, was suddenly flooded with light–night light, and gasps pierced the air as two figures emerged from a pile of rubble. "Raph?" Raph, who was one of them, glanced back, his gaze narrowing at the scene before him. "Rita Vinci" Before him stood the Year Two class, all in a similar situation to them a moment ago. Five Lecturers stood apart, well, four, as one was missing. The students here seemed to have faced fewer deaths, from what he presumed, as the lobby's floor was piled with the dead bodies of the masked figures. A few more still seemed active and were hanging on the walls, their actions frozen by the sight as well. Amongst the fighters from Class Two were Rita, and all Class Monitors and Deputies, a few others as well, including the Son Goku twins. 'Oh? What a sight.' Raph wondered as he glanced up at the white and black Centurion guarding the students who weren't defending. It was an artwork right from a drawing book, intricate patterns and designs that made it suitable for reality. An armoured creature with four arms, body suited crafted, reptilian armour and a pair of great swords on the upper arms. It took the majority of the space within the Lobby, reaching the ceiling. Its malevolent helmet exuded a menacing glare as two white gems glowed with an ethereal glow. Serving as its eyes behind its visor. Its size and absurdity, yet intricately crafted armour, only leads to one conclusion. 'It must be one of her paintings.' A sudden eruption of the rubble of Cement and rocks occurred as the Burly man launched out of it. Bits of stones and rocks rise into the air in the process. He stretched his arms in the process and grabbed Raph by his throat, pressing his body over his as he pushed him into the rubble with a thud. "You think you can get distracted in a fight against me? Huh, Raffaelo Jun?!" "Raph?!" Rita's voice permeated the air once again, tension and shock evidently exuding from it. It was followed by a hum of chatter within the students, their tones filled with the startled turn of events. Despite that, Raph focused on the task at hand. With a gentle push, he arose from the debris and placed his hand on the Burly man's. Their gazes locked onto one another, and a palpable tension ensued when a chill sound was heard in the air. The Burly man glanced down at his arm, his muscles tensing at the sight, before turning back at Raph. "Stay back for a second, would you?" The air crackled as a snow pillar erupted from his palms, ice forming in the mixture, tall and large and exploding in amounts as it pushed the Burly man away. It slammed through the walls, its size taking a large chunk away from the hostel as it reached into the air, growing with rapid energy like cancer. Reaching into the skies, it solidified, jagged icicles and snow mountains reaching for the fence and into the Year One Hostel. Slamming against the roof of the Hostel and pulling at its roof as it stretched towards the sky. Cold wind emanated from the peaks of snow and ice formed at the end of the frozen mass. It's frozen build twitching with the subtle movement of the breeze and rain. Silence descended in the Year Two Lobby, their shock palpable from their expressions as they stared at the frozen mass. It's large construct casting a dark shadow over their heads. Rita Vinci had been staring at it as well, together with a Lecturer who approached the former. A subtle quake echoed, and their attention was drawn back to the figure who caused it. In a bask of cold energy, Raph walked out of the rubble, a crippling, cracking sound echoing as ice formed on his palm. He glanced at it, sighed and looked up at the two. "Professor Kazim, Rita, Rhett, Brett, and even you, Carl Dunham. Nice to see you are all fine." Rita chuckled. "Yeah...same here. You–You look fine. Were you attacked as well?" "Oh, I was." Raph replied with a groan as he stepped forward. His arm rested on the back of his neck as he did so. He glanced at the giant Centurion, then at the students behind it. "You've protected even the students, Rita. You're doing quite well." "Psh. WE protect ourselves. Not only Rita.." "Really?" Raph muttered with a raised brow as he glanced up at the ceiling. "Then why are they still there?" They flinched as they turned to the ceiling, their gazes landing on the masked figures. For a moment, it seemed like they had escaped their situation, or perhaps, too startled to continue. Well, for a while, all had frozen in place and had simply been watching. Why the students and Lecturers did that was...well, understanding. But why the masked figures did so was confusing. "They stopped?" Professor Kazim muttered, his gaze flickering in confusion. It wasn't simply that they stopped. It seemed like they were frozen, as if an invisible cold force had frozen them in place. This further escalated his confusion, but without getting a reasonable conclusion, he was pulled away from the sight by a sudden sound. Raph clapped his hands together and gained their attention, once again, including Professor Kazim. "Leave here....take some people and evacuate the Hostel. It's obviously not safe, but the Lecture theatres should be. We've evacuated the students at our side, so do yours immediately." The group hesitated for a moment, Rhett taking a step forward when Brett held his arm. They were both donning their staffs, Brett's a silver and Rhett's a golden. The former glanced at the latter, while the latter shook his head in reply. It was a subtle message between them with both sighing in resignation. They walked away, heading towards the exit in unison, while the students turned towards them in confusion. A muffled conversation was brewing within them. Raph watched in silence as the Class Monitors of the other classes quickly went after them. "This way!" One of them cried out, Forziz Luke, Class Monitor of silver. The startled crowd of students hesitated, their gazes lingering on the masked figures who remained on the ceiling. Their confusion was palpable, and their goal had been slowed down for a bit. Rita shook her head and glanced up at the armoured Centurion. "Protect them." She said, her voice loud and projected. The creature nodded, turning its body behind the students at the masked figures. "Now go"–" WHAT ARE YOU IMBECILES DOING??!" A voice thundered in the air, sending a shiver down the spines of those who had ears to listen. Their bodies flinched as their heads spun while a sudden explosion occurred. Glancing up to the source of the commotion, their confusion grew. And with it was an intoxicating fear. "Oh no..." Rita muttered, her gaze flickering as a shockwave phased through the frozen mass. Bits of ice and snow broke apart from the impact as the shockwave occurred again. Its intensity rises at a rapid rate, a pool of dark green mana surging from the source of the commotion. It occurred again, louder and firmer, destroying bits of the frozen mass, turning it to grinded ice. "ARE YOU SCARED?! SCARED OF A MERE BRAT! YOU FOOLS! KILL!!!!"

Chapter 352 - 352- Festival 83- Raid on a Rainy Night 22

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