Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 184

Chapter 184: A Freshman party never before seen

Davis, looking at the small mountain of Perfect Grade Spirit Stones, swallowed hard. If earlier he wanted to defeat Aiden just for reputation, now his desire was to acquire those treasures for himself.

‘It seems my decision to beat him up first was really great. If not, someone else might have hoarded those spirit stones,’ Davis thought as he looked at the glinting mountain, mesmerized by it.

“Very well, my Moon Radiance against your spirit stones,” Davis said, accepting the bet.

‘Ha ha ha, how foolish of him. Although this sword’s value is 100 Perfect Grade Spirit Stones, it was paid for in only Low Grade Spirit Stones. There’s a heaven-and-earth difference between them. No matter how many Low Grade Spirit Stones one has, no one will sell their Perfect or even High Grade Spirit Stones for Low Grade ones,’ Davis sneered inwardly as he saw how easily Aiden accepted the bet.

For Davis, it was already a sure-shot victory. After all, everyone was talking about how Aiden cheated. He was convinced that defeating Aiden would not only cement his reputation but also earn him a fortune in the form of those Perfect Grade Spirit Stones.

The students in the hall buzzed with excitement as the impromptu duel was about to begin. Marcus, seeing that this was escalating quickly, stepped forward. “Hold on, Aiden and Davis. If you’re going to fight, let’s make it official. We have a dueling arena just outside.”

Aiden nodded and said ” Okay, I dont mind fighting at any location ”

” Same with me” Danis said and nodded ro Marcus.

Aiden and Davis agreed, and the crowd followed them to the arena, the atmosphere charged with anticipation. The arena was a spacious, circular area with a high-energy barrier surrounding it to protect the spectators.

As they entered the arena, Marcus addressed the crowd. “This duel is just a way for Aiden to proof all those rumours about him was wrong and out of jealousy of others. Remember, this is a friendly competition. No lethal moves.”

Aiden and Davis took their positions, and Marcus gave the signal to start. Davis wasted no time, charging at Aiden with his sword. Aiden, however, remained calm, focusing on Davis’s movements.

As Davis’s sword was about to strike, Aiden sidestepped with incredible speed, dodging the attack effortlessly. He countered with a swift palm strike to Davis’s chest, sending him stumbling backward.

“If I wanted, I could have seriously injured you there with a spirit skill. Do you still want to continue?” Aiden asked calmly.

Davis snorted in response. “Don’t get excited over a single fluke.”

Recovering quickly, Davis’s expression turned serious. He swung his sword in a series of rapid, powerful strikes, but Aiden evaded each one with grace and efficiency.

“Is that it?” Aiden mocked, clasping his hands behind his back and dodging each of Davis’s strikes.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Aiden’s voice was calm, almost bored. Davis growled, frustration boiling over. He unleashed a powerful energy slash from his sword, but Aiden dodged it effortlessly.

Aiden’s movements were a blur as he closed the distance, delivering a swift kick to Davis’s midsection. Davis stumbled backward, barely maintaining his grip on Moon Radiance. He attempted another strike, but Aiden was already behind him, tapping his shoulder.

“Too slow,” Aiden said, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

Davis, now desperate, swung wildly. Aiden caught his wrist, twisting it just enough to make him drop the sword. Moon Radiance clattered to the ground, and Aiden kicked him once more and made him fall helplessly.

Davis gritted his teeth and roared in anger. “Bastard, stop fooling around and fight me seriously !”

Aiden smirked, then o vanished from Davis’s sight. He appeared behind him and whispered, “As you wish.”

Davis’s eyes widened in terror as he realized where Aiden was. He tried to turn around, but Aiden’s palm touched his stomach, sending him flying with a faint whisper.

“Hell Palm: Touch of Despair.”

Everyone gasped as they saw Davis fly and crash into the protective shield. Marcus hurried to check Davis’s injuries but frowned when he found no injuries aside from the crash.

“Strange, Aiden’s attack clearly hit him hard, or he wouldn’t have been sent flying,” Marcus muttered to himself. A scream brought his attention back to reality.

“Arghhhhhhh… help me!”

“Nooooooo… please don’t let them get me… mommy… mommy…”

Marcus watched dumbfounded as Davis writhed on the ground, clutching his legs and screaming as tears slid down his face. It was clear that Davis was in immense psychological pain, likely a result of Aiden’s skill.

Aiden, seeing the reaction, calmly walked over to Marcus and Davis. “The Hell Palm: Touch of Despair is not about physical damage. It targets the mind, bringing out one’s deepest fears and despair.”

Marcus nodded, understanding now. He turned to the crowd. “Aiden is the clear winner. This duel is over.”

No one cheered everyone just watched and felt horror as they saw Danis still wriggling like a worm in pain.

“Sorry about that, I forgot to turn it off,” Aiden said apologetically before touching Davis, who immediately stopped screaming and fell unconscious.

Everyone, including the elders backstage, watched Aiden with a mix of horror and speechless .

Ross shook his head, amused. “This brat… he deliberately kept his spirit skill active.”

“Well, it’s a good trait,” one of the elders from the Discipline Hall commented, causing others to exchange glances and nod understandingly.

“Although his method seemed scary, it’s the best he could do to avoid further fights,” Ross said.

“You’re right. It’s the best option short of seriously injuring him,” another elder added, stroking his long beard.

Aiden scanned the crowd. “Anyone else?”

No one answered. Aiden shook his head, picked up the fallen Moon Radiance, and examined it. The half-broken moon symbol flashed briefly before returning to normal. Confused but then thinking it is from reflection of arena lights, Aiden poured some spirit energy into the sword and swung it.

The sword whizzed through the air, creating a beautiful pale blue slash that crashed against the barrier. The crowd, mesmerized by the spectacle, watched Aiden, who looked like a Sword Immortal to them.

Chloe, filled with enthusiasm, started to clap, but Marcus suddenly teleported to her and stopped her. Chloe looked at him, puzzled. Marcus pressed his index finger to his lips, signaling her to stay silent, and pointed at Aiden, who had begun to perform sword moves like an artist expressing himself through dance.

Aiden’s sword movements were an intricate dance, each swing of his sword flowing seamlessly into the next. His blade carved through the air with a grace that seemed almost supernatural. To the students watching, it was a mesmerizing performance, but it was also deeply unsettling.

His first few swings were smooth and elegant, evoking a sense of joy and triumph. The air seemed to shimmer with a golden light, and the students felt an inexplicable happiness, as if they were witnessing something profoundly beautiful. A few even smiled, caught up in the euphoric moment.

But then, as Aiden’s movements changed, so did the atmosphere. His swings became slower, heavier, and more deliberate. The golden light faded, replaced by a somber, blue hue. The students felt a wave of sadness wash over them, a deep, aching sorrow that seemed to come from nowhere. Some of them found tears in their eyes, and they couldn’t explain why.

The sorrow gave way to a rising fury. Aiden’s strikes grew fierce and violent, the blade slicing through the air with a terrifying speed and power. The students felt the heat of his anger, as if they were standing too close to a raging fire. The very air around Aiden seemed to crackle with electricity, and the oppressive weight of his wrath bore down on them. They could almost hear a distant thunderclap with each swing of his sword.

Throughout it all, Aiden’s expression remained calm, his face a mask of serene concentration. He was lost in his own world, each movement drawing out and amplifying the emotions within him. The students, however, were not so composed. They felt as if they were on a wild emotional rollercoaster, each swing of Aiden’s sword pulling them deeper into his storm of feelings.

They didn’t understand what was happening, but the elders, who had surrounded Aiden and cast a protective barrier around him, watched carefully.

‘To think he would accidentally enter the realm of Sword Awakening,’ Ross communicated telepathically to the other elders.

‘This kid is only six years old, yet he’s achieving what many can’t even after a thousand years of practice,’ the Punishment Hall elder remarked solemnly, his hand resting on his own sword’s handle.

‘He hasn’t achieved it yet… he’s going through it. Only time will tell whether he’ll emerge as a supreme genius or if he’ll die today,’ Elder Amora said.

‘That’s why we’re here to prevent his death. Him becoming crippled is acceptable, but not his death,’ Ross said seriously. The other elders nodded in agreement.

‘Also, watch him carefully. It’s not often we can witness a Sword Awakening in person,’ Ross added. The others, especially Ray, the Punishment Hall elder, nodded. Ray had unsheathed his sword and was caressing it as he watched Aiden’s sword dance and the emotions conveyed through it.

The room was filled with a mixture of anticipation for Elders and dread for students as Aiden continued his intricate and emotional sword dance as he peered on the edge of a breakthrough or catastrophe.