Disbelief.
It was an insanely weird thing to feel, one that a person would usually experience when they were thoroughly baffled, when they had no idea about just how a particular situation was happening.
Disbelief. This was the exact feeling the Nebulon family youth was currently experiencing. He was thoroughly baffled, having no idea how he ended up in this current situation.
There he was, shocked that the same white haired demon that everyone was trying their hardest to steer clear of was looking at him coldly.
And then, in the next instant, he found himself suspended high up in the air.
The Nebulon youth tried to do what anyone would instinctively do in this situation. He tried to speak, to ask himself just what was happening. But then he found out just how he had ended up in the air.
The entirety of his jaw was shattered as spit and blood poured down from his opened mouth, leaving red streaks in the air as he kept ascending.
It had been a devastating uppercut.
By the time the youth reached the peak of his ascent and started descending downwards, realization struck him, instantly followed by an unimaginable amounts of pain.
But the youth didn’t even have the ability nor the time to scream in pain, as just as his body was about to hit the hard desks of the classroom, a devastating kick struck his form.
For a suspended moment, the youth’s form hung up in the air, his body leaning forward, the sheer force of the kick bending him at the waist.
Then, with a sudden and explosive release of energy, the youth’s form shot backwards through the class at supersonic speeds, his body hitting the sturdy wall of the class with a brutal impact.
The result was as expected; the youth’s body splattered against the sturdy wall, every single bone in his body immediately breaking.
Silence.
The silence that immediately permeated the classroom was palpable.
There was not a single eye in the classroom that didn’t turn to look at the form of Atticus in complete shock.
The students who had been sitting close to the Nebulon youth all jumped backward with such abruptness that there was no mistaking that they were running for their lives.
But the cause of this baffling situation maintained his cold gaze, which was completely fixed on the Nebulon youth on the wall.
Atticus started walking towards the youths slowly.
Each of the students made another stupid mistake of counting the seconds he would use to get to the youth as in the next instance, Atticus’s form blurred and the youth whose form was already slipping down the wall was pinned against the wall again as a brutal punch landed on his stomach.
An intense amount of blood immediately gushed out of the youth’s mouth, splattering across the floor, his shocked expression fixed on Atticus.
‘I-it’s n-not w-working?’ The youth thought in slight shock. Regardless of having no idea what was happening, as soon as Atticus had kicked him, he had immediately tried to use his bloodline and create an illusion.
Despite it not being potent, he was sure it would at least hold Atticus for a few seconds for him to drink a health potion and run. But unfortunately for the youth, he had no idea of Atticus’s perception.
Atticus didn’t utter a word, he didn’t even ask the Nebulon youth anything nor did he mention why he was currently beating the living daylights out of him.
The current scene was as though Atticus was beating the youth up for absolutely no reason, just because he felt like it.
Atticus manipulated the air to hold the youth in place and then suddenly grabbed the youth’s hand with one hand, gripping his index finger with the other.
Then, each of the students watched as Atticus slowly and brutally pulled off each one of the youth’s fingers, immediately incinerating each finger as they were pulled out.
The scream that resounded throughout the room was deafening, as heart breaking as it was piercing.
The youth breathed heavily, tears streaming down his face, and intense amounts of mucus running down his nose.
If anyone had told the other tiered youths in the class that they would ever see a tier one in this state, they would have denied it vehemently. And despite every single one of them thinking that Atticus had gone too far, none of them stepped up.
Atticus finished pulling out the youth’s fingers and instantly moved to his toes, eliciting another deafening scream that echoed throughout the class.
After a few seconds, every single one of the youth’s fingers had been pulled out, and the Nebulon youth slumped down, his form completely resting on the air holding him up.
Atticus controlled the air and brought the youth downward, towards his height. And just as everyone thought he would finally speak, Atticus’s right palm suddenly radiated an intense orange glow, as intense amounts of fire condensed around his palm.
Without hesitation, Atticus suddenly placed his palm on the youth’s face, gripping it tightly as the sound of burning flesh immediately filled the room, followed by the youth’s intense screams.
Atticus brutally seared the youth’s face with fire, removing his hand after a few seconds, leaving a palm-shaped red mark covering the youth’s face.
Just as the youth was about to lose consciousness because of the pain, water suddenly enveloped his form, and the students couldn’t help but tremble as Atticus healed the youth and started his brutal actions all over again.
After a few minutes, with Atticus having tortured and healed the youth multiple times, the air holding the youth’s form abruptly vanished, and he fell down with a huge thud.
Throughout this scene, Atticus hadn’t spoken a word.
At this point, apart from Kael, who had his head down on the desk, seemingly not interested in the unfolding events, and Zoey, who watched everything with a smile, the rest of the tier one youths already had their eyes narrowed as they watched.
