Atticus couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow as he saw the current ongoing scene. Kael was currently training with his whole division, well if one could call it that. ‘It’s completely one-sided.’
Atticus could count at least a thousand students in the training ground, and despite that, Kael didn’t seem to even break a sweat as he single-handedly battled with them.
Atticus observed the scene for a moment, not saying or doing anything. He had been curious as to how the others went about the creation of their camps.
Earlier when he went to Zoey’s camp, he had noted even the tiniest of details. Zoey had been the first rank so he hadn’t been surprised when he saw the barracks building among others.
But Kael hadn’t had that. Atticus also noted something else; he had expected it, but at the same time, it was a little weird.
Kael was basically the only tiered in his division. The rest of his members were ordinary people from different sectors in the human domain.
‘I wonder how he got by.’
Atticus’s curiosity was well warranted. During the first division war, each leader couldn’t leave their divisions. He couldn’t help but wonder how Kael had managed.
Seeing as he found what he was looking for, Atticus suddenly released his art, his sharp and powerful presence suddenly appearing in the area.
Kael’s reaction was immediate. His head snapped right, his gaze narrowing and landing on Atticus.
His aura exploded, each student that had wanted to attack him abruptly paused in their tracks, their weapons trembling as their hands shook.
The students at the front line got the full brunt of Kael’s oppressive aura.
Immediately, Kael had felt that presence; it was as though his fighting intent had erupted from the depths of his soul.
Kael’s crimson aura reached for the skies, a maniacal grin on his face as he suddenly erupted upwards, the ground on which he previously stood cratering.
The force of the jump sent a wave of force and debris that blew the surrounding students away.
However, the cause of this scene didn’t seem to care. His grin remained undisturbed as he crossed over the students of his division and landed with a thunderous crash 20 meters away from Atticus.
The collision had sent another wave of dust and debris, but as they reached a 10-meter radius from Atticus, they each seemed to disperse as though they dared not come near him.
The dust cleared, and Atticus couldn’t help but break into a small smile. ‘His obsession with fighting is crazy.’
Atticus’s gaze immediately landed on Kael, whose eyes had somehow already turned crimson, his maniacal grin undisturbed as he stood up straight, his gaze completely fixed on Atticus.
Despite being 15 meters away, Atticus could feel the trembling of each one of the sheathed swords hung on his waist.
A few seconds passed since the dust had cleared, and the students, especially those at the back lines, had somewhat regained their composure.
They all turned their gazes backward where a collision had sounded from, and words could not begin to describe how shocked they were at what they saw.
What the hell was the white devil doing in their division!?
It went without saying that despite the fact that they had all cheered for him during the leader’s summit, there was not a single one of them that wanted to be the one facing him at any given time.
It truly didn’t help that their leader had charged at him like that; didn’t that mean a fight was about to happen!?
Each of them unknowingly had their guards raised, gripping their weapons and shields tightly before their brains suddenly started working again, and they realized what they were doing.
Were they truly about to fight the white-haired devil? The scene of each of Atticus’ opponents and his brutality played in each of their heads as though a compilation, and no one knew who started it, but the sounds of weapons dropping on the ground started permeating the space in the next second.
However, from the one whom they all feared and had dropped their weapons for, and their leader who should be pissed about how cowardly his division members were behaving, neither of them cared. They didn’t even turn to look at them.
Kael didn’t even ask how Atticus had gotten here, nor did he utter a word. There was only one thing Kael wanted to know: were they finally going to fight?
Atticus could tell that Kael only cared about that currently, and he didn’t waste time, finally speaking,
“I’m leaving the academy tomorrow, so I came here to say goodbye,” Atticus smiled, “But it looks like there’s no way I’m going to escape fighting you, huh?”
Kael didn’t say anything in response, but his intense gaze spoke volumes.
The watching students went through another wave of shock; they were really about to fight!?
They each silently hoped that they wouldn’t be involved, but at the same time, neither of them wanted to miss the battle.
Even the ordinary masses knew who Kael was before they came to the academy. The number one in their generation. However, since the emergence of Atticus and his rampages, they had each instinctively let go of that notion.
Atticus had easily defeated the third-year rankers; was there even a need for debate?
Regardless, they were all still curious and eager to watch this battle. A circle was formed around them in an instant; however, given how much distance they put, it was obvious they had no intention of getting caught up in the fight.
But they weren’t the only spectators. The first-year operators filled the control room, each of them watching with rapt attention, having already placed their bets. Unfortunately for Gon, the other operators were still spiteful about the summit, so they hadn’t called him.
Hearing Kael, Atticus nodded, “Alright then, I’m ready when you are,”
Atticus’s words weren’t loud, but it’s implications were heavy.
The atmosphere changed, the wind in the area suddenly intensifying, sweeping dust around and making the students’ clothes flutter in response.
A voice suddenly sounded, bestial in its entirety,
“Berserk Form: Fury.”
