ONLINE: Blades of Eternity - Chapter 246

Chapter 246: HEARTLESS
The moment the two monsters clashed, the battlefield trembled under their overwhelming presence. Two titans of power, both deeply entrenched in the forces of darkness, yet their paths and approaches were vastly different. Kelvin, with his abyssal aura and mastery of pure dark magic, contrasted sharply with Althea’s raw, primal force, an ancient and untamed chaos barely restrained within her very being.

Boom!!

Althea launched forward first, her scepter swirling with crimson chaos magic. With a single gesture, a wave of chaotic energy surged toward Kelvin, twisting reality itself as it tore through the arena. But Kelvin simply spun his dark scythe with one hand, slashing down with a chilling detachment. The energy split apart as if consumed by an unseen force, and in the next instant, he blurred forward with an alarming speed.

His scythe cut a crescent through the air, the dark blade screaming as It sought Althea’s throat. She barely managed to twist hee scepter and block the attack, but the sheer force behind it sent shockwaves rippling through her body, forcing her backward.

‘He’s faster than I expected…’ Althea thought. But she was not one to hesitate. She spun her scepter and slammed it into the ground, unleashing a sudden eruption of crimson flames imbued with draconic. The heat alone warped the space around them, but Kelvin merely grinned, his abyssal energy devouring the flames the moment they reached him.

“Pathetic,” Kelvin muttered, his voice cold and cutting.

Althea’s eyes burned with fury. She tapped into her primal draconic energy, her veins pulsing with power as her aura exploded outward. With mighty leap, she appeared above Kelvin in an instant and swung her scepter down like a divine hammer.

Kelvin sidestepped smoothly, but the sheer force of the attack split the ground beneath them. The entire arena trembled under her might, but Kelvin was already on the move again.

He suddenly vanished into the darkness itself.

“What?” Before Althea could react, a chilling whisper brushed against her ear.

“Too slow”

Then–Crack!!

Kelvin’s scythe slammed into her side, sending a flying across the battlefield like a broken doll. She coughed up blood midair before twisting her body to land on her feet, but the sheer impact made her stagger.

Kelvin didn’t give her a moment to recover though. He materialized in front of her and swung again. Althea barely raised her scepter in time, but the force of the collision sent sparks flying as her arms nearly gave out.

Kelvin’s assault was relentless. He moved like a reaper, his scythe carving arcs of black void energy through the battlefield. Each swing threatened to erase Althea from existence.

“Enough!!” Althea growled in frustration, her primal dragon mana roaring to life as she unleashed a surge of chaos magic that exploded in a wave around her. Kelvin was blasted backwards, but he landed safely, albeit the few burns that were now on him.

“Is this all the so called primal draconic chaos can do?” He taunted, swirling his scythe lazily.

Althea’s patience snapped. Her eyes glowed crimson, and her chaos magic surged violently, causing the very fabric of space around them to distort. A massive crimson dragon silhouette formed behind her, roaring in unison with her as she thrust her scepter forward.

“You will pay for that insult!”

“Mana Domain: Chaos Devouring Oblivion!”

A cataclysmic beam of chaos shot towards Kelvin, spiraling with draconic force capable of reducing anything in it’s path to nothingness.

But Kelvin merely sighed.

“Not enough.”

He raised his scythe as he muttered in a voice so grim that it made a shiver run through the spines of all who heard it.

“Mana Domain: Unending Darkness”

Suddenly, a dark sphere of pure oblivion formed at its tip–his Orb of Chaos roaring to life. Then, with a single downward swing, the void within the orb devoured Althea’s attack completely.

“How…. Is this possible!?” Before she could process what had just happened, Kelvin was already in front of her. His scythe tore into her defenses, slashing across her body multiple times. Each strike carried the weight of darkness, chaos, and an unfathomable force that bypassed even her primal draconic resilience.

“Ahh!!!” She screamed in pain as she was sent skidding across the ground. Kelvin walked forward slowly, his aura towering over her as he muttered coldly.

“This is what happens when you overestimate yourself.”

Althea gritted her teeth, pushing herself up despite the searing pain. But before she could even gather herself, Kelvin appeared in front of her again.

BOOM!!

The dark infused knee slammed into her gut.

CRACK!!

A spinning backhand sent her flying into the dirt.

THUD!

“Surrender” Kelvin muttered with a bone chilling voice as he slowly walked towards Althea. But instead of getting a reply from her, she instead grapped her scepter that was close to her and immediately sent out a crimson colored flame at Kelvin.

“Seems like you want me to force it out of you huh? So be it” Kelvin then said before he suddenly vanished from the spot he stood. Before Althea could process where he might have gone, he suddenly appeared right behind her.

Bang!!

Without the slightest hesitation, he gave a very deadly blow on Althea’s neck that her face was sent sinking into the magic reinforced concrete arena with no struggle.

The sickening crunch which echoed throughout the arena as Althea’s face slammed into the magic-reinforced concrete quickly made cracks spiderwebbing across the surface. The entire stadium fell silent for a moment, stunned by the brutality of the impact.

Then—fury.

Althea’s groupmates, who had been watching in mounting frustration, snapped. Their auras flared as rage ignited in their eyes. Their muscles tensed, and in an instant, they prepared to lunge at Kelvin, their intent clear—vengeance.

But before they could move, the air itself changed.

A suffocating darkness flooded the battlefield, a menacing aura so thick it felt like the shadows themselves had turned into grasping hands. A wave of dark magic pulsed from Kelvin like the heartbeat of something ancient and monstrous. The temperature seemed to drop, and the oppressive weight of killing intent settled over them like an invisible noose tightening around their throats.

They froze.

Their blood ran cold.

Their instincts screamed at them—move and you die.

Kelvin slowly turned to face them, his cold dark eyes gleaming with a cold, almost detached amusement. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, his voice calm, almost bored, but carrying an undeniable weight of finality. “Because if you do… you won’t walk away from this arena.”

A bead of sweat rolled down the forehead of the middle-aged man in their group—the one who had carried himself with an air of leadership. His hands clenched into fists before he exhaled sharply, swallowing his pride.

“We surrender!” he suddenly shouted, his voice breaking the eerie silence.

The moment the words left his mouth, the tension in the air shattered like fragile glass.

Seraphine, who had been watching closely, wasted no time. With a wave of her hand, her voice rang clear:

“The duel is over! Valen Military Academy is the winner!”

The declaration sent a ripple of murmurs through the spectators, but no one dared to question it. Kelvin, with one last look at the defeated group, simply scoffed before turning away, his ominous presence fading like a specter into the wind.

The match was over, but the memory of that suffocating killing intent would haunt Althea’s team for a long time.

“Let’s go” right after he approached his group, Kelvin said indifferently. “Yes our overpowered leader” the Slime Harbinger replied with a smug look on his face which made the Devouring King scoffed.

And so, Kelvin walked alongside his group, his footsteps steady as they exited the arena. The tension from the match had already started to fade, and the roars of the crowd were nothing but a dull noise in his ears. They had won—no, he had won. The duel was settled, and his message was clear.

But just as he took another step forward—

Thump.

His heart skipped a beat.

A chill ran down his spine, colder than anything he had ever felt before. It wasn’t killing intent. It wasn’t hostility. No, this was something far worse. For a split second, he felt a presence—an intent so overwhelming, so utterly terrifying that it made his body instinctively lock up.

His head snapped toward the source.

The VIP section.

His dark eyes narrowed, scanning the high-seated figures in the lavish area above. Most of them were engaged in conversation, some watching the results of the match with mild interest, others applauding politely. But Kelvin knew—one of them had looked at him. One of them had acknowledged him.

And in that fleeting moment, whoever it was had let their presence slip just enough for him to feel it.

But instead of reacting with alarm, Kelvin remained unnervingly calm. He stood still for a brief moment, staring at the VIP section with an unreadable expression. Then, his thoughts came slow and deliberate.

‘Looks like I just triggered one of them.’

His lips curled slightly—not into a smirk, not into a frown, just a knowing curve of his mouth. His eyes glinted with something unreadable before he finally turned away.

‘But that’s not what I’m after.’

Without another glance, he resumed walking, his pace steady, his mind sharper than ever. The match was over. But the real game?

It had only just begun.