Chapter 135
Chapter 135
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 135
Chapter Title: Giant
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Child of Prea.
Arsoldr Prea.
No matter what else you said about him, his sheer size made him the biggest student at Raheln Academy.
Even though Krash was pretty tall among his peers, Arsoldr towered a full head above him.
"Haha, I love how every Valheim's just bursting with confidence."
Arsoldr flashed a huge grin, clearly amused by Krash's earlier words.
But even through that smiling gaze, his eyes never stopped scanning.
The Prea, known as the battle race.
He was sensing it on instinct.
Krash wasn't an easy opponent.
"But I've got confidence to spare myself."
He stripped off his clothes and cloak, revealing massive muscles covered in tattoos.
Krash just gave him a bored look.
"Then bring everything you've got."
Krash planned to crush Arsoldr for good today.
His current affiliation was clearly Sigrin's faction.
But Arsoldr was born free-spirited.
No matter where he belonged, he always held the reins of his own life.
He wasn't bound by any group.
So what he revered boiled down to one thing.
Martial prowess.
That was the only thing Arsoldr followed.
'And he's one of the essential pieces for the Generation of the Sky.'
Krash had to clash with him one way or another.
Only by proving his martial supremacy—the thing Arsoldr worshipped—would he join the Generation of the Sky as Krash wanted.
"Everything I've got, huh."
A thick smile crept across Arsoldr's lips.
"You just said exactly what I wanted most."
It was a smile that seemed genuinely pleased.
"Krash!"
Right then, Krash heard someone calling his name.
There stood Glenn, Mary Diana's cousin, already recovered enough from his injuries to stand.
Glenn was with the Empire.
Of course he knew all about Arsoldr.
"Senior Arsoldr is seriously strong! Don't let your guard down!"
Glenn still remembered that day vividly.
The day a kid recommended by the battle race Prea challenged the Empire's top knights.
The knights gladly accepted, and the result was a massacre.
That memory proved exactly why the Prea were called a battle race.
So Glenn, still not fully healed, was warning Krash.
Don't get careless, no matter what.
'Who're you telling?'
Krash waved it off lightly, as if to say not to worry.
He had no intention of getting careless.
Against a guy hailed as the top destructive force in the Generation of the Sky?
Sorry, but life hadn't handed him enough slack for carelessness.
Carelessness was a direct ticket to death for Krash.
"Begin!"
The referee student shouted to start the match.
A child of the battle race Prea versus a direct Valheim heir.
All the kids watched the arena with eager anticipation.
BOOOOOM!
Something too fast for the eye to follow exploded with a deafening roar.
A massive dust cloud billowed up, blinding the students.
Everyone's eyes went wide, clueless about what just happened.
WHOOOOSH!
But soon, the dust cleared all at once, answering their questions.
At the center of the vanished cloud, Krash and Arsoldr crossed paths.
Arsoldr's main weapon was none other than his own body.
His fists, harder than rock, could crumple swords on impact.
The problem was their speed.
With arms over 2 meters long by nature, Arsoldr's punches shot out at speeds no dynamic vision could track.
So everyone who'd fought him said the same thing.
It felt like battling an Erosion Beast, not a person.
And right now.
That relentless assault was raining down on Krash.
BAM! THUD! THUD!
Every clash erupted with blasts that made previous fights look like child's play.
Each one carried enough power to shatter a human body.
Glenn's eyes bulged.
Arsoldr's barrage was even fiercer than before.
It had only been a year.
He'd been a monster back then, but now he was far stronger.
The wind from each swing whipped Glenn's hair from this distance.
The sheer power was palpable even here.
Could I block those and last a minute?
Even dodging full-time, he wondered if he could keep up with that speed.
But Glenn was shocked for a different reason.
In front of Arsoldr's thrusting fists.
Krash's thunderous roar filled the space, parrying them.
And without a single mistake, blocking every single one.
As if he could see the moves coming clear as day.
Krash's sword unerringly met every punch.
The flat of the blade glancing off at an angle, deflecting the full force.
"Wh-what the hell? He sees them all?"
"...He's blocking those head-on?"
The bizarre sight left everyone stunned.
And Arsoldr, throwing the punches, felt the same.
His fists never reached full power before Krash's sword was there.
Once or twice? Sure, coincidence.
But under this barrage, Krash preempted every attack the same way.
Like he could read exactly where they were coming from.
'Dull Blade, was it?'
Rarely used, but Arsoldr knew the sword style.
Yet Krash's seemed a higher level than that.
'Let's see.'
Arsoldr halted a thrusting fist mid-motion.
Instead, he opened his hand to block Krash's view.
In that instant feint, his fist rocketed up from below toward Krash's jaw.
A vision-blocker fake-out.
Crackle!
A brief spark of lightning arced from Krash.
Clang!
And the thunderous roar blocked Arsoldr's fist once more.
Perfectly reacting, even to a sight-blocked strike. No margin for error.
This wasn't dynamic vision territory.
Krash clearly had conditioned reflexes for every incoming attack.
'Doing this'll wreck his nerves big-time later.'
Krash didn't seem to care one bit.
'Plus, the strength to withstand my punches.'
Smoke trickled from Krash's mouth.
With each puff, Arsoldr felt Krash handling his attacks more easily.
That Heaven-Cleaving Thunderbolt earlier.
Even Arsoldr had to admit its destructive power was insane.
And now, Krash was ramping up output beyond that, in real time.
The sight felt eerie even to Arsoldr.
'Countering every attack on him with reflexes, and output higher than mine.'
A hollow laugh crossed Arsoldr's face.
What kind of monster is this?
At the same time, his grin deepened with excitement.
That's why he'd waited for this match to the end.
'Clashing with monster-like guys is what makes life worth living!'
If they fought like monsters, he'd become one right back.
Arsoldr's body began swelling larger and larger.
The onlookers gradually sensed something off.
"Senior Arsoldr's... getting bigger?"
Most here were second-years.
They'd never seen Arsoldr's secret technique, so they panicked.
The first-years, though, all grimaced in unison.
They each had memories of getting wrecked by it.
The giant transformation skill he'd contracted with a god for, to fight Erosion Beasts far larger than himself.
Before that immensity, foes looked pitifully small and weak.
"Pfahah!"
Gigantified Arsoldr bellowed a laugh, towering taller than the training ground buildings.
"Awesome! Let's go harder!"
Crazy bastard.
Krash looked at the thrilled Arsoldr like he'd spotted something gross.
And like a meteor crashing down.
Arsoldr's fist storm began.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The area turned to chaos in seconds.
Fists bigger than people packed destruction on another level.
Onlookers caught in the fist barrage got hurled by the wind.
Screams echoed everywhere.
Krash vanished in the smoke and dust.
But he was endlessly moving inside it.
Arsoldr hadn't felt a single solid hit despite the onslaught.
"Pfha, hahaha!"
Arsoldr started laughing like a maniac.
He wasn't some brute swinging wildly.
He was definitely cutting off Krash's paths, hammering strategically.
His innate battle sense knew exactly how to corner prey.
Yet no hits landed.
Krash was dodging every attack perfectly in the dust.
"Then take this—on top!"
Arsoldr slammed down a fist with a BOOM and launched into the air.
Above the wrecked arena.
Arsoldr clapped his massive hands together.
A golden frame encircled his back, and another pair of arms sprouted from his sides.
"Not enough!"
But he didn't stop.
Another clap, and yet another pair emerged.
All six arms thrust skyward.
Giant TransformationSix-Armed Fury
Like a sky god delivering heavenly punishment to mortals below.
Arsoldr's six arms rained down mercilessly.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOOOOM!
Everyone who saw it gaped.
Could a human even do that? The sight was overwhelmingly inhuman.
Before that monster's rampage, people looked like ants.
"Arsoldr! What the hell are you doing? Stop right now!"
A shout came from outside the arena.
Panting heavily, one figure rushed in.
The hero of the commoners, Pelai.
He'd hurried over upon hearing Arsoldr had joined the match.
The arena was a total wreck because of him.
Pelai didn't know who Arsoldr's opponent was.
But he knew if he didn't stop this now, it would be disaster.
Pelai drew his sword.
A berserk Arsoldr like this couldn't be stopped without force.
That was when Pelai thought that.
Fwoosh! BOOOOOM!
From the dust, black flames erupted, severing one of Arsoldr's arms.
Everyone's jaws dropped at the sight.
No one could've predicted anything but Krash's defeat.
But those black flames were unmistakably Krash's.
A twitching, manic smile spread across Arsoldr's face.
Anyone could see it was the grin of a madman.
But in the dust, an even crazier one lurked.
Krash's crimson eyes glowed slowly through the haze.
"Hey."
Black flames surged across his body as he exhaled a hazy plume of smoke.
"Charging complete."
Now it was time to hit back.