ONLINE: Blades of Eternity - Chapter 245

Chapter 245: THE HEIRESS OF CHAOS
As Kaelen was still processing Alaric’s overwhelming display of power, Lila suddenly leaned in slightly and spoke in a casual but knowing tone.

“You seem surprised, but that’s only natural,” she said, her light brown eyes glinting under the coliseum lights. “Alaric isn’t just some random prodigy—he’s the second strongest mage in the entire convention.”

Kaelen blinked and turned to her. “Second strongest?”

Lila nodded. “The ranking of the top three mages is widely known among the high circles. First place belongs to Kent from Dawning of Magic Academy, second is Alaric Stormfell, and third is me… though, to be fair, I only got that position because Kent forfeited his match against me.”

Kaelen’s brows furrowed. “He forfeited?”

“Yeah,” she replied, her tone laced with curiosity. “No one really knows why. If he had fought me, I might not even be in third place. It would have been Althea Dragonyx instead.”

Hearing this, Kaelen’s mind reeled. He had always known the battle convention was filled with monsters, but now he was realizing just how deep those waters ran. If Alaric was only second, what kind of power did Kent possess to claim first place? And why would he forfeit?

Just as he was about to ask another question, the booming voice of Seraphine echoed across the coliseum.

“The next match has been decided! Representing the Dragonyx Family—Althea Dragonyx! And from the Valen Military Academy—Devouring King!”

A collective murmur rippled through the audience as the two combatants stepped forward, the tension in the air growing thick.

‘Kelvin vs Althea then’

Kaelen’s grip on his sword tightened as he turned his full attention back to the arena while he thought. A clash between two monsters was about to unfold.

As the third duel of the battle convention loomed, the section reserved for the Valen Military Academy was filled with a tense yet expectant atmosphere. Among the gathering of elite students, Kelvin Bowel strode forward with an air of quiet dominance, leading a select group toward the arena. His cold, unreadable eyes reflected the weight of responsibility placed upon him as the victor of the individual class battles for melee practitioners.

Trailing behind him was the Devouring King, his usual pride subdued under the heavy reminder of his loss to Kaelen Dragonyx. Though his every instinct resisted following Kelvin’s lead, the orders from the academy’s headmaster left him no room for protest. His grip on the hilt of the Sword of the Abyss tightened in frustration, but he remained silent.

Beside him was the Slime Harbinger, a sinister yet composed figure, his bow resting on his back as faint traces of slime magic coiled around his fingers. His expression betrayed nothing, but his presence alone was enough to unsettle those who knew of his capabilities.

Flanking them were two mysterious girls, both clad in an unusual blend of black and white robes, their faces partially concealed by thin veils. Though their identities were unclear, the pressure they exuded hinted at their formidable magical prowess. One of them carried a sleek obsidian staff adorned with glowing silver etchings, while the other had intricate spell rings floating around her hands, flickering ominously with runic energy.

As they made their way toward the grand arena, whispers rippled through the coliseum.

“Kelvin Bowel leading the Valen squad…”

“The Devouring King is with him? This is going to be interesting.”

“Wait… those two girls, aren’t they—?”

The speculation was soon drowned out by the thunderous announcement from Seraphine, signaling the next phase of the competition. Kelvin barely paid attention to the murmurs; his mind was solely focused on the battles ahead. He turned slightly, casting a brief glance at his team before stepping onto the arena’s stone platform.

“This time,” he murmured under his breath, his dark scythe materializing in his grasp, “I will leave no doubts about my strength.”

As Kelvin and his team strode into the grand arena, the crowd buzzed with excitement. The battle convention had reached its peak, and tension crackled in the air like an impending storm. Just as they settled in, another group emerged from the opposite entrance, exuding an unmistakable presence. The Dragonyx family had arrived.

At the forefront of the Dragonyx team was none other than Althea Dragonyx, her long obsidian hair flowing behind her like tendrils of shadow. Her golden, draconic eyes gleamed with a ruthless glint as she led her team onto the battlefield. The moment her gaze landed on Kelvin Bowel and his group, she didn’t waste a second—she released her aura in full force.

A chaotic yet primal and oppressive energy flooded the arena, crashing over the competitors like a violent tidal wave. The sheer weight of her presence bore down on the group members, making their knees tremble and their breathing heavy. The weaker ones instinctively clenched their fists, gritting their teeth to endure the suffocating pressure. Even the spectators in the stands could feel the lingering intensity of her unleashed might.

However, Kelvin did not flinch.

Amidst the choking dominance of her aura, his stance remained firm, his expression unfazed. He met Althea’s crimson eyes head-on, unyielding, his grim black gaze burning with silent defiance. His presence—though devoid of an aura release—was just as piercing, as if his mere will alone refused to bow to her might.

Althea’s lips curled slightly. Intrigue flickered in her eyes.

“Interesting.” Her voice was dark yet smooth, filled with an undertone of amusement as she withdrew her aura, allowing the suffocating weight to vanish in an instant.

But before she could say anything further, Kelvin stepped forward—his expression as cold and apathetic as ever. His dark eyes now held no interest, no fear—only chilling indifference.

“You talk too much,” he said, his tone as sharp as a blade, void of emotion.

Althea’s smirk widened ever so slightly, a flicker of something unreadable flashing in her gaze. The silent tension between them hummed in the air as the crowd eagerly watched, anticipating the storm that was sure to come.

“Lets see if you are strong enough to make me to stop talking” Althea said with a mocking grin on her face while chaotic energy began to wisp out of her body.

As the chaotic energy surged through the battlefield, Althea’s presence became overwhelmingly oppressive, forcing the other four back. The Devouring King gritted his teeth, his Devouring Magic struggling to consume the wild, unbridled chaos flooding the arena. The Slime Harbinger, a grotesque and ever-shifting mass, let out a deep, guttural sound, clearly feeling the weight of her power pressing against him. Meanwhile, the two mysterious girls, whose ethereal forms flickered between light and darkness, were momentarily staggered as their rare Yin-Yang magic barely managed to keep them balanced.

A storm of violet and black arcs of energy crackled around Althea as she hovered slightly above the ground, her eyes gleaming with untamed power. The arena trembled under her influence, and even the spectators in the stands could feel the sheer force of her chaotic magic pushing against the protective barriers.

But just as she was about to unleash another devastating assault, a shadow blurred before her.

CLANG!

A dark scythe met her chaotic energy in a clash that sent shockwaves rippling through the arena. The overwhelming pressure that had threatened to consume the battlefield abruptly halted as Kelvin Bowel stood in front of her, his ominous aura thick with a menacing chill. His narrowed crimson eyes locked onto Althea with an intensity that sent a shiver down the spines of everyone watching.

“You’re getting ahead of yourself,” Kelvin muttered, his voice grim and cold. He slowly raised his scythe, its edge glowing with a malevolent darkness that seemed to swallow the light itself. “Forget them. You’re fighting me now.”

Althea’s lips curled into a smirk, her chaotic energy crackling wildly around her like a raging tempest. “Oh? You think you can stop me, Kelvin Bowel?” she taunted, her fingers twitching as arcs of chaotic energy danced between them.

Kelvin stepped forward, his movements fluid and effortless, as if the gravity of the situation didn’t weigh on him in the slightest. “You’re strong, but chaos without control is meaningless,” he murmured.

A pulse of darkness erupted from Kelvin, clashing violently with Althea’s chaotic aura, sending shockwaves throughout the arena. The Devouring King, the Slime Harbinger, and the two mysterious girls took the opportunity to retreat, realizing that this battle was now between two monsters.

The tension thickened.

The ground beneath them cracked.

The sky above darkened.

And then—

BOOM!

A deafening explosion of power erupted as the two forces collided, shaking the entire coliseum.

And the battle truly began.