Chapter 121: A mountain. (1/2)

After the massive explosion, Yrion was still completely unharmed and the hard fact made Ferzia sigh. She couldn't overcome the difference between their respective life force.

She lowered her sword after the light coming from the lightning faded away. Ferzia sharpened all of her senses to make sure she wouldn't get attacked from behind once again. But to her surprise, Yrion wasn't showing any sign of moving and remained impassively in the same spot.

Ferzia scowled but then raised her hands. ”I surrender,” She declared clearly and loudly.

Raal nodded. ”Class's A student admitted defeat. Class C wins this fight. Please send the next students.”

As everyone was already expecting the next fight, Yrion's expression twisted out of the blue and his killing intent suddenly flared. He kicked the ground and charged toward Ferzia who had turned her back to him.

The judges were unable to react as Yrion closed the distance separating him from Ferzia. The only people who reacted in time were Cekrad and Arister who both were keeping an eye on him. But before they could even take a step, the world around them slowed down.

Arister could only watch, unable to move, as Arima stood up from his seat and casually and slowly stepped on the arena before walking toward Yrion.

Arima casually approached him and frowned at his expression that reflected nothing more than the desire to kill. It was as if he was possessed by the thought.

Arima sighed and flicked the teen's forehead. Right afterward, the world recovered its normal 'flow' and Yrion was sent flying before crashing on the ground. He coughed blood, unaware of what hit him.

He felt extremely dizzy and brought his hand to his forehead. He then looked at his hand full of blood and tilted his head mechanically. He crawled out of the small crater he was in and then sensed something more horrifying and stronger than whatever he could have possibly imagined.

Despair; was penetrating his mind, tickling his skin, and making him feel like an insect. An emotion that he never experienced before invaded his mind; the fear of death.

He wasn't the only one. Everyone present shivered and paled. They were all frozen. They couldn't even move a single finger as they traced the source of their dread with their eyes. The man who was casually walking on the arena, releasing his killing intent that seemed capable of devouring their minds.

Although they were not even the target of that intent, it was so intense that even Cekrad didn't dare to breathe. It felt like there were a million blades touching the back of his neck, ready to impale him at any brusque movement.

The scariest thing with this killing intent was that it didn't make you run but nastily jolted your instincts.

The natural reaction your body would have if you had a blade touching the back of your neck would be turning around to see what it was. That was how Arima's slaughter intent was behaving.

Everyone couldn't help but feel the urge to turn around. But the fear that they might die once they turn their back to Arima made them stop any kind of movement. It was an awfully vicious cycle.

When Arima halted, Yrion could only see his foot as he looked from the corner of his eyes. As he was lying the ground, he could only feel Arima's stare while he himself couldn't move. On top of that, he could feel a faint aura pressuring him. He felt like the devil himself was preying on him.

”I gave you a second chance. But not only you didn't take it, but you also crossed a critical line. I don't care if you appear to have no control over your murdering pulses. You're too dangerous to be kept alive,” Arima slowly said and it brought even more fear to Yrion.

”So, you leave me no choice. I don't kill for no reason. The day I can't find a reason to end someone else's life is the day I die,” Arima uttered and grabbed Yrion by his neck and pulled him up. ”Look at me in the eyes.”

”[Fifth Black Art, Penitentia Conspiciunt] (Penance Stare),” Arima chanted his habitual magic and Yrion started screaming in pain.

After the kid's mind burned and his eyes turned into stone, Arima scoffed. ”I see. There's really no need to let you live after all. [Vita Venari] (Life Hunt).”

A colorless energy escaped Yrion's dead body. Arima glanced at Ferzia who was gawking at the events unfolding in front of her. He waved his hand toward her. Yrion's life force directly went to her and she unexpectedly felt a surge of strength as she broke through to the ninth level.

She stared at her hands and the flickering lightning around her in shock. Arima nodded as if he was satisfied with the result and snapped his fingers. Yrion's body who was still in its dragon form slowly turned back to normal as the draconic features turned into a sort of mist. That mist congregated to create a small red marble in Arima's hand.

The latter inspected the marble and then threw it toward the benches. Night caught it nimbly and shockingly swallowed it. ”Thanks.”

”Well, I won't let you live. But dying like that is too easy,” Arima muttered as Yrion's body twitched and came back to life with a gasp.

Arima smirked and his sigil glowed. Yrion transformed into an amassment of light which slowly compressed into a second marble; a black one this time.

”Chulainn, your turn. You can do it right?” Arima said and handed the small sphere to Chulainn who was on his shoulder.

The Hellhound hummed and gobbed the marble before swallowing it. ”It should fine. I can still send people to Hell…although I can't go there myself,” Chulainn's reply turned into a complaint in the last part.

Arima snickered and then looked at Olien. The man was glaring at him with a devious face. Arima silently drew Ira and pointed it at Olien. The targeted teacher clicked his tongue before his head exploded. His students shrieked as they witnessed the death of their teacher.

”What are you doing?” Cekrad couldn't stay silent anymore as he stood up. Arima's slaughter intent had been retracted so he was finally able to move without having to fight his own survival instincts.

Arima merely waved his fingers in response and badge flew off Olien's clothes and then fell into Cekrad's hands. The badge depicted the outline of cobra holding a knife between its fangs.

”This is your problem now. I will soon leave this continent anyway. It's apparently an organization of killers or something,” Arima explained as if he couldn't bother. ”That kid and his teacher, they were part of it. That's all I know. I didn't want to look into the memories of that creep.”

Cekrad listened and gulped. He quietly decided to inform the king later.

”So, what do we do now? Do we continue the tournament or can you just end it now?” Arima inquired and Cekrad shook his head.

”No, that would be stupid. Your class is undeniably the winner. But, although these are the circumstances, that man's class will still be placed as second,” Cekrad answered and the last part of his sentence was addressed to Velvet.

She nodded in understating and didn't try to refute his words. She had already accepted to be third even before things escalated like that.

When Arima's students heard that, they all sighed in relief and at the same time, in slight regret on what just happened. But they still smiled and cheered for their victory.

Arima grinned while looking at them. ”Now, it's time for me to say goodbye,” He suddenly dropped a bombshell and the students stopped cheering at once. ”I don't really know if we will meet again but I have to go. As your teacher, I hope you'll all make me proud,” Arima spoke without letting his students some time to react.