Atticus’ fist flew forward with the speed of a meteor, its velocity so intense that multiple concentric circles appeared around it as it tore through the temporal zone.
As fast as the human brain’s thinking speed was, Dante wasn’t even able to formulate a single thought.
It sounded like a cannon blast, as though a metal train moving at supersonic speed collided with a watermelon.
The force of the punch had barely been distributed before Dante’s face caved in, his body from below his neck suddenly jerking forward as his head moved backward ever so slowly.
In the next second, the full force of the punch acted, the multitude of concentric circles around his arm seemingly shooting forward, causing another brutal impact.
However, before it could finish spreading, a golden light suddenly ignited, engulfing and swiftly taking Dante out of the area.
The large shadowy construct immediately started fading into nothingness as soon as its owner was transported away.
Atticus raised his right hand, swirls of water enveloping it, washing away the blood as his body started descending downwards.
The reactions of the onlookers were not as intense as the other times; practically everyone watching had already expected this outcome. Just what was Dante thinking? That he could be different?
A weird silence settled over the entirety of the coliseum, even extending to the academy as reality hit every single student, operator, and instructor alike. Atticus had just defeated the top rankers of the third year, even going as far as defeating the first-ranked with just one punch.
He was currently the strongest student in the academy.
It had to be said, deep down many of them already knew this fact. How would a student who could easily defeat 100 other students not be the strongest? But it wasn’t until he had physically proven it in front of them that they accepted it.
The fact that it wasn’t even a close match-up was mind-blowing. It was obvious to everyone watching; the gap between them was immense.
But regardless, the Ravensteins and White Omen Division members still cheered loudly.
Atticus reached the earth after a few seconds, his figure landing gently.
The earth below where they had battled happened to be a large circular clearing, surrounded by trees.
Aurora landed just beside Atticus, her gaze fixed on him. “Aren’t we running away?”
Atticus shook his head, responding succinctly, “There’s no need to.”
His gaze swept around the area, spotting what he was searching for.
The first was the figure of Gerald lodged in the earth 50 meters away from his location, and the second was that of the limbless figure of Zezazeus lying all bloodied in a small crater.
Atticus had incapacitated both of them because he felt like he didn’t have the time to thoroughly teach them a lesson.
That had been a very accurate assessment as in the next instant, the arrival of a large dragon construct with a beautiful girl on top, Zoey, along with two white-haired students, Ember and Orion, and lastly, the brown-haired figure of a boy, Kael, was marked with the bright light of the sun illuminating the clearing suddenly getting eclipsed.
They each instinctively turned their gazes upwards to witness the sight of hundreds of large pristine white hover cars hovering high above the skies, surrounding the entirety of the expanse.
They were everywhere, below at the boundary between the forest and the expanse, covering every space towards the top.
They were surrounded.
A few seconds passed, and it was as though the sight of the army of hover cars brought back the sound in the area.
The rumbling of the car engines reverberated in the ears of everyone present in a cacophony of vibrations, the doors of each of the cars sliding open in a myriad of soft hums.
From each door, the figures of a multitude of completely white individuals donned in tight and fitted white suits streamed out, their bodies firm and their every movement calculating.
A small platform made of bones suddenly materialized beneath their feet, each of them standing suspended in the air.
Their gazes landed on Atticus in the middle of the clearing in unison, the form of a sword taking shape slowly in their hands.
The brows of Zoey, Ember, Kael, and Orion shot up as though trying to reach the heavens.
They sent this army out just for Atticus?
The intense and dangerous auras each of the warriors were emitting couldn’t lie; it was obvious they were somehow here for Atticus and were definitely not up to any good.
Two figures moved in unison. The ginormous form of the purple dragon construct faded into motes of light as giant wings suddenly sprouted from Zoey’s back. Despite the brutal sounds it made as it came out, there was not a single ripple of pain on Zoey’s face.
With an intense flap of her fully stretched wings, she shot towards the sky and towards Atticus in the middle.
The second figure that moved was Ember. Ember didn’t care about the magnitude of the army nor did she care to wonder why this was happening.
As soon as she saw that they were showing hostility towards Atticus, the spear in Ember’s right hand spun, her figure shooting forward and reaching Atticus just in time for Zoey to land.
Seeing Ember move, Orion stared at the army in slight disbelief before shaking his head and also shooting forward.
Kael’s expression was hard to read. He didn’t seem able to see any of the bone race warriors spread out; instead, his gaze was fixed on the figures of Gerald and Zezazeus on the ground.
He had missed the battle? Kael frowned. Just how could he be so unlucky?
But it was as though his body knew that it wasn’t the time to brood about the situation. There was still a battle he could participate in.
Kael’s fighting intent ignited, the ground on which he previously stood cratering as he shot forward with fast speed.
Kael landed with a thunderous crash just beside Atticus, his crimson aura reaching into the skies.
His right hand gripped the broad sword behind his back, sweeping it in a blur to his side.
