17 Chapter 17: An electrifying end (1/2)

For the first time ever, Cecilia's impassive façade cracked as she lost her calm and stared with her mouth wide open at the lightning storm unfolding before her.

Several white arcs of electricity whipped across and struck her, forcing her into the defensive. She staggered, rubbing her arms, which were turning numb from the devastating current that ran through them.

An immense white tiger emerged from a gigantic arcane circle made from lightning, roaring bestially as it set its inky black eyes upon Cecilia's trembling form.

”No way…impossible…”

Cecilia's eyes were bulging as she watched my White Tiger lope toward her with a feline grace. She shook her head in denial, her lips opening and closing like a goldfish. Brandishing her sword in front of her, she attempted to cast another spell.

However, she had been severely injured and expended most of her magical energy during the fight earlier against Vermilion phoenix. While she had been busy, I had made use of the time to cast a second summoning spell.

I wasn't the type to underestimate my foes, after all. Hal Gunther had provided a very good lesson on the consequences of that.

Lighting lashed out and burned the petals that were slowly swirling around Cecilia. Before she could swing her sword, White Tiger pounced on her, swatting her aside with an immense paw. Even though she parried the blow, Cecilia was almost thrown off the stage.

”Ugh!”

Hitting the ground, she tried to roll back to her feet, but White Tiger was already upon her before she could fully get up.

Lighting Claws.

White Tiger unleashed its signature attack, slashing with its gigantic claws. Three jagged bolts of lightning descended from the heavens (or to be more precise, the ceiling of the main hall) and crashed into Cecilia.

She shrieked, her iron will and discipline finally shattering from the shock and excruciating agony, and the Invincible Goddess of War slumped down onto the ground, unconscious. Her body continued to jerk and convulsed as electricity continued to run through her body, but it was clear she wouldn't be rising to her feet anytime soon.

A hushed silence fell upon the crowd.

”The match is over!” Teacher Fielding quickly announced, regaining his senses. ”The winner is Richard Huang!”

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The silence continued for a few more seconds, until Doug broke it with polite applause. Everyone turned to stare at him, and he merely shrugged before continuing to clap, unabated. His teammates gaped at him, but he ignored them.

Then my schoolmates joined in. And within a few minutes, the entire main hall erupted in thunderous applause.

Dismissing White Tiger, I fell to my knees. I realized just how violently my legs had been shaking the entire time. Not from injuries, not from shock, but from sheer nervousness. I was so anxious that I felt like throwing up, but fortunately I could hold the nausea back.

Taking a deep breath, I watched as the staff ferried the unconscious Cecilia off the stage, and then slowly disappeared during the confusion, not wanting to remain in the limelight for even a second longer.

*

”Phew…”

I gagged and held my mouth, trying my best not to throw up.

Five matches. That was the first time I had fought five matches in a row. Some of the throbbing from my injuries returned, now that the adrenaline had worn off, but they were nothing compared to the turbulence that was churning in my mind.

At that moment, the news were spreading not just across my school but throughout the entire Federation. People were posting the matches on social media, making comments and offering video analyses of it. I had practically become a celebrity overnight, especially since I had just pulled off the unprecedented achievement of team-killing Crowley's Grand Arcane Academy's representatives. And not just any representatives.

I had even defeated the previously undefeated Crowley representative team's captain, Cecilia Stuart. The Invincible Goddess of War.

None of this felt real. I wouldn't be surprised if I woke up in my bed later, only to find out that it was all a dream. Reality was harsh like that.

”Richard? Student Richard Huang? Where are you?”

There were voices. Either from teachers or my fellow schoolmates. I didn't know who, and I didn't care. Right now I didn't want to see anybody.

Swallowing as my mouth went dry, I slipped out of there as quickly as I could. Good thing I did, for after I left the area, the students from the Jing Tian Magazine Society showed up, wielding their smartphones. They had switched on the recording and microphone functions (smartphones these days could literally do everything) in hopes of interviewing me, obviously to publish an article in their online weekly magazine.

I was in no mood to participate.

”The first person ever to team-kill the representatives from Crowley Academy!” one of them was muttering. ”I've to interview him at all costs!”