I regressed and became the Sword Ice King - Chapter 340

Chapter 340: Chapter 340- Festival 71- Raid on a Rainy Night 10

The girl’s side of the Class One Hostel wasn’t the only side having drama with masked figures, as they were a bunch of males who were having issues of their own.

However, these were issues that were either already solved or in the process of being solved.

Outside, in the rain, the boys’ side looked extremely peaceful as compared to the holes and broken walls on the girls’ side.

Well, mostly because something else took the place of a hole on the ground floor, while the upper floors were mostly fighting carefully.

Until, of course–

WHIRL! BOOM!

A beam of golden light shut out from one of the rooms out into the open arms of the rain and back into the room.

It was followed by a loud and sonic explosion, sending vibrations down the walls of the building.

A beam of light shut out from the descending walls of the room, taking the form of a golden-haired boy with golden eyes.

Around him was a surge of golden light and on his neck was a stigma.

‘Mother must understand, right? This is not a situation I can compromise!’

He thought as he eased his flight, controlling it to a frightening stop.

As he stared at the rubble of concrete that fell, he found three blurs rushing out towards him, their masked presence serving as a reminder of his predicament.

‘Assassins? After me?!’

He wondered as they charged at him, one forming a sword of flames, another a spear of water and the last, a bow of lightning.

“Seize him!”

“Yes sir!”

The masked male with the bow eased his flight while the other two rushed out with sonic speed, swinging their weapons across the skies in unison.

“You can’t seize the divine son!”

Jane announced as his body phased through the air, crimson light igniting from his body in rapid amounts.

‘Sun God, Apollo.’

He thought as he phased behind the duo, his arms widened as beams of light formed in the air.

“Sol Flair!”

Beams of golem fire rushed out at the masked duo as they flew across the skies with great skills.

Dodging and evading the beams of fiery light as they flew across the rainy night.

Just then, the rattling of lightning echoed and a bolt was shut out from the bow of the third masked figure.

Jane glanced back, his fiery golden gaze remaining unperturbed as he flew through the air.

The bolt of lightning suddenly ran through the sky, making a devilish U-turn towards him.

‘A marking spell! It has been a while.’

He rushed through the skies, rain and wind striking his fiery features, disintegrating into vapour on contact.

The vapour formed a sort of mist around his body, occluding his entire figure from the attackers.

One suddenly appeared in the air in the blink of an eye, his water spear growing turbulent with rising mana.

He plunged it downward, a vast amount of mana pouring out of his body as the water twirled and erupted to the sides, forming a Lance with a rotating blunt.

He swung it down with strength, groaning loudly in the process as Jane’s gaze caught his.

In that split moment, time slowed, or appeared so to Jane.

He spun around and swung his fist at the tip of the Lance. A crimson, ambient glow burned in his fist as it exploded into a fiery rage.

With brute strength, he slammed it against the tip of the Lance, time resuming as a sonic explosion occurred on impact.

The two figures were immersed in a blinding white light, energy surging from their attacks when the Lance of water began to boil.

The man yelped in pain, as he released the weapon, the blinding light consuming him as an explosion of fire occurred soon after.

Black smoke and crimson energy erupted in the skies, Jane flying out of the dreary mixture while the masked male fell from it. His body was covered in burnt scars.

Jane smirked at the sight, his thoughts reeling in.

‘Did he think his skill would win against the powers of a god?’

He wondered to himself when a blur appeared in his presence. It was followed by a loud rattling noise as a lightning bolt streaked through the skies.

With subtle ease, he faced the masked figure with the fire longsword with the golden fire of his.

His fists were coated in Mystic Flames. Flames of the God, Apollo which welded so much power when compared to that from magic.

And each impact it made with the sword made from fire proved so.

The masked man grunted in pain when a blast of flames occurred after an impact, his arm swinging into the air in the process.

Jane’s gaze narrowed as he charged in, only to stop midway, forming a ball of fire in the process. He twirled upside down, blasting the flames at the incoming bolt of lightning, an eruption of flames and lightning occurring on impact.

‘The archer times himself well…’

He thought as his gaze landed on the masked man with the lightning arrow.

A sudden aura of golden flames shot out of his body as he charged at him in a heartbeat.

The man with the fiery sword, seconds too late to catch up.

With a grunt, he kicked his legs behind causing a sonic boom that pushed himself forward.

“Use that skill!” He exclaimed while the masked man with the lightning bow nodded as he aimed his bow at the sky.

He pulled out a lightning bolt and sent it to the skies just as Jane closed the distance between them.

“No skill will save you from me.”

Jane proclaimed as he swung his fists forward, a blast of golden flames ensuing in the process.

“Solar Fury.”

“Master Skill! Lightning Barrage!”

As the blast of flames, large as a tank projected towards the man, thin lines of lightning fell from the skies.

Jane’s body jerked, his pupils shifting towards the sky at the sight while a subtle chuckle escaped his lips.

“Hah, just my lucky day.”

He muttered as he charged away from the male, the blast of flames striking him just as he escaped a bolt of lightning.

Thunder clapped, and the intensity of the rainfall began to rise.

Still, the golden flames burnt with ambient light, taking similarities to that of the sun.

The masked male with the sword of flames glanced around in shock, his pupils darting about its socket in search of his target.

‘Where did he go?! Where is he?!’

The clouds began to hurdle up in the skies, blocking the luminescence of the moon while spoke and golden crimson flames burnt.

There, he found his partner fall, unconscious and burnt to a near crisp.

‘The golden flames?’

The man thought, recalling the words of his target.

He cursed under his breath.

‘Why would the Rhakar target a son of the Divine Family?!’

A family is known to worship and speak with the gods and in return, be favoured enough to use their abilities.

Even the pros of being the Divine Son reached the north. It was a name difficult to ignore, and it had become apparent so.

‘He’s merely just at the 7th star….so how?’

The sky thundered, and a lightning bolt suddenly struck down.

His body tensed and acted immediately, descending from the brutal effects of the natural phenomenon.

His thoughts reeled in as he searched for his target, but it proved futile.

Each time he attempted, rain and clouds would get in his way, and the face masks didn’t seem to make things any easier.

His confusion was only rising, and unease began to settle in his judgement.

He glanced around, and yet, his target was nowhere to be seen, but just when he had thought he was gone.

Something bright and glorious rushed from the front.

His head whipped towards it, his eyes bulging open as two pillars of flowing, golden flames rushed towards him.

“Rising Flames.”

He raised his sword to the air and blocked it, the impact sending his body reeling back as he grunted in pain.

Tendrils of the flowing flames passed through his fiery sword and scorched his skin, causing a breathtaking pain to assault him.

His skin was burnt on impact, turning black, the more he was exposed to it.

Still, he refused to give in, blocking it as firmly as he could.

With his focus on the flowing flames, Jane appeared behind him and placed his arm on the man’s shoulder.

The man jerked, his body growing tense when a sigh escaped his lips.

His thoughts reeled in while he stood in place, his strength giving in and causing the rushing flames to spread even higher.

‘So this is the power of the gods….strong enough to fight against us despite the difference in levels?’

When comparing the difference that one would have to overcome between the 7th star or circle to the 8th star or circle and the Level 70s to the Level 80s, one would realize that experience and understanding differed.

This was mostly because the Non-system users were not given the leisure of ‘levelling up’ as the Non-system users.

Meaning, they needed to reach a common understanding, an inspiration, you might say.

To reach the level of Swordmaster or Mage.

Jane had yet to reach that level of understanding, and thus, there was an indirect gap that was difficult to fill between a 7th star or circle and the level 80s.

Though, Jane made up plenty by borrowing the powers of the gods.

With a subtle nudge, his arm erupted in flames, iridescent colours painting the sky in an artistic hue.

The man’s body was immediately enveloped in such flames, burning with intent while he remained alive to watch it all crumble.

He chuckled lightly, perhaps to his predicament or the irony of the situation, but this was an unprecedented occurrence that even his authorities would have to think twice about.

‘Well, I leave it all to you…Rhakar Nicho, Morris.’

With a last breath, his body crumbled to ash, drifting into the air with a peaceful semblance.

Jane watched in silence for a few moments, staring at the Ash that remained in the palm of his hand.

His gaze narrowed.

‘In the end, we are nothing but ash.’