Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son - Chapter 127

Chapter 127: [Club House Competition] [15] [Oliver and Aimar v/s Mikhail]
“Argh.”

A low groan escaped from Bradyn, a burning mark appearing on his chest, the residual lightning still lingering on his body.

“Huff… bloodly hell”

He exhaled softly, his eyes calmly looking forward where a girl had already separated him from Azariah and Alan.

She stood in front of them, twin swords in her hand, lightning radiating from her body.

“…You have to arrive at the last moment, don’t you?” Bradyn complained while Mikhail took his sword out, ready to attack her.

“A-Az.” Her lips trembled as she glanced back at both of them.

…Both of them were in worse condition, with her brother’s hand broken completely, the same with Azariah’s wrist.

‘They both need medical care,’

she thought, making their safety her first priority.

“Don’t make a death wish,” Bradyn advised, his body accumulating the mana from the surroundings, “…Take your brother and leave.”

“C-Christina.” Her body trembled as she heard Azariah’s pleading yet sharp voice, “Get lost.”

“Keep your mouth shut, Azariah.” She firmly replied, her body glowing brighter, “I will take care of this.”

“Are you sure you can, lady?” Bradyn’s lips twisted in a smile, the mana around him moved towards her.

“Urghh”

The surrounding mana started to suppress her, forcing her to step back.

She became dizzy, her throat felt constricted, making it hard to breathe.

Crimson liquid flowed from her nostrils, her head bursting with pain.

“Huhh..”

But she didn’t move from her place, she held her ground, taking the full pressure from an Overlord.

“Tch.” Bradyn clicked his tongue as he took a step forward, “Guess I should just kill her.”

“Don’t touch her.” Even in his half-conscious state, Azariah stood up, weakly walking beside her.

But Bradyn didn’t listen, he maniacally charged towards her.

Christina stomped her feet, ready to face him head-on.

But her tensed body relaxed immediately as another arc of lightning passed.

The world around them slowed down before a figure clad in lightning emerged, grabbing Bradyn.

BOOM!!

David and Bradyn both hit several buildings with full force, making them collapse, turning into debris and dust scattering around.

“Az!!”

Christina yelled, grabbing his body as he started to fall down.

She knelt, his head resting on her chest.

Blood oozed from his busted head, soaking her dress, but she didn’t care, holding him tightly.

“Fuck!!”

Mikhail cursed loudly as he stepped forward to grab Azariah and run away.

“Huh?”

But his step halted, his way blocked by a boy with dull golden eyes and black hair.

He appeared seemingly out of nowhere; he couldn’t detect his presence until he stood in front of him.

“Move aside, brat!” He shouted, a little tense as he felt uneasiness from the boy.

But the boy didn’t reply, just looked back at the purple-haired boy whose consciousness was on the verge of breaking.

“Take care of him.” His deep, serious voice echoed as he looked at the girl before turning around.

“Five minutes.” The soft voice of Az entered his ears, making him smile softly.

“Sure, buddy.” He mumbled softly, looking at Mikhail.

“I already warned you.” Mikhail growled, taking his battle stance.

His body blurred out as he rushed towards him, ready to strike.

“Huh?”

But halfway through, a purple portal emerged in his way, engulfing him entirely, and before he could understand anything, he found himself suspended hundreds of meters above the ground.

Crip crip.

A bird flew past him; he looked at the bird in utter confusion before his body started to fall down helplessly.

“Ohh, mother help me.”

Voice filled with panic escaped from his mouth as he covered his entire body with mana, ready for the impact.

Boom!!

Rumble!

His body fell on a building’s terrace like a ball, the entire building shook violently from the impact.

“Argh, cough cough.”

But Mikhail himself wasn’t left unharmed, as he felt a dull pain throughout his body, but he remained fine without any serious injury.

‘…..’

His dizziness toned down as he looked around, only to find the same boy sitting on the terrace with his back against the wall.

His dull golden eyes looked at him, no hint of surprise or concern in them.

“You are tough.” Oliver praised earnestly, nodding his head in acknowledgement.

But…

…The look on his face.

…As if he was a king praising some worthless peasant.

….That irked Mikhail to no end.

“I will kill you.”

He growled, his voice furious, anger blazing in his eyes as he stood up from the debris.

“You can try.”

Oliver replied nonchalantly, standing up, he rolled up his sleeves.

Six small circles started to slowly emerge in his hand, they rotated around within his hand before stabilizing.

Oliver waved, two circles leaving his hand, one moving in the distance while the other beside him.

The circle beside him turned bigger, opening a portal as Aimar emerged from it.

“Need help?” He asked, looking at Oliver.

Oliver extended his hand in a fist, the circles returning to his arms. “Sure, brother.”

The fist bumped, due to them having the same mana signature, two of the circles moved to Aimar’s hand.

“Hahahaha…do you think the two of you could do anything against me?”

Mikhail let out a heartfelt laugh, looking at them, “I have fought countless battles, but they all at least knew their place.”

“How many battles have you fought against me?” Oliver asked, his voice laced with authority.

An unexplainable suppression crept deep within Mikhail’s soul.

Something a mortal shouldn’t be able to.

“I do not fear you, worthless brat!” He spat, trying to reassure himself, prowling towards them, a sword in his hand.

“Then you are a bigger fool than I thought.” Oliver mumbled, the circles in his hand rotating.

Aimar propelled himself back while Oliver careened towards him.

“Haaah!!!”

Mikhail let out a battle cry as he jumped, slashing his sword horizontally.

The circles in Oliver’s hand rotated faster, making a distinct hum sound as he brought both his hands in parallel.

‘Fool!!’

Mikhail thought, sure that his slash would take away both his hands.

CLANG!!!

But his pupils shrank as his strike did no damage.

A small portal emerged right beside his head, his body instinctively pushed him back to avoid the spear emerging from it.

Oliver waved his hand, all circles leaving it, one moving in the distance, two hovered beside Mikhail, and the rest around him.

Mikhail roared as he rushed towards Oliver, his fury increasing.

But his steps halted as two portals around him enlarged on both sides, while one came in front of him, blocking his path.

His instincts kicked in again as he twisted his body, but something stopped him, like the air around him constricted, refusing to budge.

And before he could comprehend the bizarre phenomena, a punch landed straight at his jaw.

His body flew like a stringless kite, hitting the building beside them, as he found himself inside the building.

Chunks of debris falling around him, his body collided with the wall, making cracks on it.

“How is that brat so powerful!!!” He yelled, feeling blood dripping from his mouth.

“Not again!!” He shouted, grabbing the table beside him and throwing it at the portal.

The table passed through the portal before crashing back at him from above.

“Arghh.” He groaned, looking at the portal above before his instincts kicked again.

The world around him slowed down as he saw the golden-eyed boy again emerging from a portal right in front of him.

‘This madman!!’

Then he saw why his attack was so powerful.

He covered his hand with mana as he attacked, but at the very last second, he reversed the flow of half of the mana, creating explosive power several times higher than his rank.

“Arghh.”

He tried to move his body, but once again that bizarre phenomenon happened, the air constricted.

He tried to force his way out, his body moved, but it was already too late.

“Urghh!!”

The punch hit his abdomen, as he spat a mouthful of saliva, his body flying back, breaking the ceiling as he found himself hovering in the sky again.

A portal once again emerged right above his head in mid-air.

Aimar emerged from it, flexing his arm muscle as he threw the spear in his hand with full force.

Mikhail twisted his body, barely avoiding it, but the smirk on Aimar’s face made him alert.

The portal behind Aimar moved, engulfing him, Mikhail looked around, his body falling before his eyes landed below.

Aimar emerged again, grabbing the spear mid-air, rotating his body, and throwing it at him again.

“Arghh!!”

The spear grazed his shoulder, making a deep cut, and in that moment, another portal emerged, engulfing him.

“Cough cough!!”

He found himself on the ground again, clasping his sword while coughing loudly.

“How does it feel, lowly being?” A voice laced with arrogance asked, making him glance at his side.

Oliver slowly walked towards him, his face expressionless, akin to boredom, as he spun one of the circles on his finger.

“Ahhhh!!”

Mikhail roared as he stood up, striking at him with full power.

Oliver extended his forearm, a portal opening up, engulfing Mikhail’s entire arm.

His pupil shrank as he quickly retrieved his hand back.

“Arghh!!!!”

But due to his stupidity, he lost his wrist along with his sword.

“You didn’t answer, peasant.” Oliver asked as he grabbed his hair, looking into his eyes, “…Do you feel honored? After all, I will be the one who will kill you.”

“Arghh!!! I had enough!!”

Mikhail roared, an ominous energy covering his body, throwing Oliver away.