Chapter 230
Chapter 230
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 230
Chapter Title: Student Confrontation
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BOOOOOOM!
Hearing the massive explosion echoing from outside, Krash shattered the window and burst into the White Yang Squad's building.
'Is that Bakram Arias?'
The crimson beam of light he'd seen just moments ago.
It had to be the work of the first-year mage and vice-leader Bakram.
Krash clicked his tongue.
He'd known for a while that the Inma Squad and White Yang Squad had joined forces.
But he was a little worried about Charlotte.
The White Yang Squad had Sigrin, who knew all about Charlotte.
Sigrin would have come up with some plan to deal with her.
'No time to get distracted.'
Krash set aside his concerns about Charlotte.
This was Charlotte, after all.
It was a waste to worry about her instead of someone else.
Right now, he needed to take out Mayri while Charlotte bought him time.
"Let's move. They've probably noticed we've entered the building."
The Lion Squad had split into two teams: first-years and second-years.
Given the building's layout, it was more efficient for smaller groups to split up rather than move as one large force.
So, Krash was now truly leading the Lion Squad's second-years.
"Whoa, this is tense."
Karandis and the other second-years all had grim expressions.
They'd plunged right into the heart of enemy territory, so the less experienced second-years couldn't help but feel the pressure.
"Don't worry. The defenders are even more on edge."
The side defending always had more at stake.
Meanwhile, they had nothing to lose.
One bracelet was with Charlotte, and the other was with Haring, who was hiding under Invisibility.
"Guys with nothing to lose are the scariest."
They could charge in recklessly.
That was when it happened.
As Krash sprinted down the corridor, his Sixth Sense picked up a presence.
His face twisted the moment he realized who it belonged to.
In an instant, Thunderclap was drawn, swung toward that direction.
BOOM!
A wall shattered, and a fist the size of a person came flying in.
The sudden punch clashed with Krash's Thunderclap, filling the area with smoke from the explosion.
"Krash!"
"Lord Krash!"
Aslan and Karandis's voices rang out simultaneously.
As Aslan was about to cast a wind spell to clear the smoke, he sensed a crimson beam piercing through it.
"Ugh!"
He barely raised a defensive barrier in time, but the beam curved before hitting it, smashing into the ceiling instead.
BOOOOOOM!
The collapsing ceiling separated Aslan's group from Krash.
"Cough, cough!"
"What the hell?"
The Lion Squad second-years panicked for a moment at the sudden chaos.
"Enemy attack. Get ready."
But Aslan's sharp command snapped them back into position.
They'd all endured hellish training.
They couldn't afford to freeze up like this.
But the enemy had no intention of giving them time to recover.
Members of the White Yang Squad leaped down from the broken ceiling.
At the same time, Aslan sensed mana from beyond the wall.
It was definitely long-range interception magic from Bagram, leader of the Inma Squad.
They were deliberately forcing a melee to pick them off.
"Hah."
Aslan let out a scoff.
WHOOSH!
Flames erupted from his entire body.
"Looks like they underestimate us."
He'd have to show them who the real melee experts were.
After separating from Aslan and the second-years.
Krash faced off against one man.
Tattoos covered his bare upper body.
His gigantic form was hardly human.
The one who would later be called Tuje.
Arshoulder Frea.
There he stood, unleashing full power with Gigantification from the start.
'He's wrecking the whole building.'
Figures Raheln Academy would fix it anyway.
Krash clicked his tongue as Arshoulder emerged, smashing through the outer wall.
"Hahat, see? My nose never fails!"
Arshoulder burst into rough laughter upon spotting Krash.
'So that's why he reacted faster than expected.'
Arshoulder had tracked Krash's scent purely on his obsession to fight him.
It was absurd tenacity.
"Come on, Krash! Let's fight!"
Krash lowered his sword, feeling bewildered.
"Haven't I already decided the outcome twice?"
"Quit isn't in my dictionary. Lose once, try twice, three times, five—until I win."
In other words, he'd keep coming until he won.
"Fine."
Krash nodded as if accepting.
Arshoulder grinned widely.
"That's the Krash I know!"
Shouting gleefully, he charged at Krash.
As Krash watched him approach.
Suddenly, his afterimage scattered.
Having been tricked by it once before.
Arshoulder immediately enveloped his body in aura for defense.
He heightened his senses, determined to grab Krash.
But the Krash that brushed past didn't attack.
He'd zipped by using Excel at high speed.
Arshoulder blinked in confusion.
But for Krash, it was the right call.
His target wasn't Arshoulder Frea, after all.
"Krash!"
Realizing too late, Arshoulder reached out desperately.
He'd expected a head-on fight, not for Krash to ignore him.
Disappointment and rage boiled up.
But he didn't understand Krash at all.
The Krash who'd just passed him slammed his foot down as Arshoulder reached out.
Mid-stride, his body twisted back toward Arshoulder, diving into his guard.
Arshoulder had extended his arms fully to grab him.
There was no way to stop Krash now.
Their eyes met briefly.
Seeing Krash's eyes turning red, Arshoulder let out a rough laugh.
"Ha, hahaha!"
Krash had deliberately created this opening.
Even against an opponent he'd beaten twice, no complacency—just pure calculation.
It only fueled Arshoulder's boiling blood more.
Thunderclap turned red.
Jet-black Black Flame surged wildly from Krash's body.
Seeing it, Arshoulder belatedly drew up his own aura.
But he was too late compared to the prepared Krash.
'Damn, lost again.'
Arshoulder accepted defeat calmly, but his aura didn't waver.
He'd fight to the end.
Maybe land a lucky punch.
As he activated his secret art with that thought.
A golden flash entered his vision.
CLANG!
The golden flash collided with Krash's Black Flame-enveloped sword.
Krash frowned at the light that blocked the Black Flame.
'This is...'
He recognized the power.
Because of it, he couldn't finish Arshoulder—and a fist came flying.
Krash dodged before contact, creating distance.
Missing the perfect opening left a bitter taste as he scanned around.
That golden flash was a secret art of the spear-wielding Diana family.
Arshoulder scowled in dissatisfaction too.
"Interference!"
"Not interference—I'm saving you."
A voice responded to his anger.
Krash turned to see a boy stepping forward, gripping a spear.
The golden aura flowing from the spear was no joke.
As if he'd traded future lifespan for it.
An immense amount of aura poured out, unnatural for his age.
So much that even he couldn't control it properly.
And Krash knew who he was.
"...Glen?"
Mary Diana's cousin.
Glen Diana.
He was in the same second-year elite class as Krash.
Krash uttered the name questioningly, and Glen gripped his spear tighter.
Without another word, he charged ferociously.
The floor cratered under his kickoff.
The straight thrust carried ridiculous destructive power.
BOOM!
Dodging would still cause splash damage.
Judging that, Krash blocked it instead—his body slid back.
His flesh, enhanced by Flame Erosion.
To be pushed back by raw power in Raheln Academy.
As Krash's eyes widened in surprise, Glen chuckled hollowly.
"Surprised by how much stronger I've gotten?"
His eyes had a deranged glint.
Krash sensed something was off with Glen.
"What happened to you?"
He recalled not seeing Glen for a while.
He'd assumed training, but not that he'd join White Yang Squad and emerge like this.
'Sigrin's doing.'
Krash immediately knew who was responsible.
Sigrin Epania.
What had that woman done to him?
"You're my opponent, Krash!"
Arshoulder, furious at the interruption, slammed his thick fingers into the ground.
He flipped the earth upward.
The shockwave reached Krash and Glen, launching them airborne amid debris.
Even in midair, Glen kicked off fragments to press his assault.
Krash wasn't pleased.
Using full power here would make reaching Mayri harder.
But he couldn't ignore Glen, who'd exploded in strength for some reason.
It was the type of power that consumed his own body.
Krash used similar often enough to recognize it.
Then, Arshoulder below grew even larger.
"Krash!"
With manic obsession, he activated Gigantification again.
His body now rivaled the White Yang Squad building in size.
"You maniac."
He'd overdriven his aura into super gigantification.
Why did they all disregard their own bodies?
It was absurd, but.
Krash was in real trouble now.
Arshoulder below, Glen above.
One wrong move, and he'd be sandwiched.
'Damn it.'
He'd planned to conserve strength, but plans changed.
'Take them both out.'
As Flame Erosion stirred, drawing on Excel's power.
"Lord Krash!"
A massive tidal wave slammed into Arshoulder's foot.
"Ugh!?"
Focused only on Krash, Arshoulder lost balance from the water impact.
His swinging fist veered off course.
Krash activated Excel instantly.
Acceleration built up as he fell, letting him slip past the giant fist.
Glen, pursuing from behind, got blocked instead.
Krash slid down Arshoulder's arm, gripping Thunderclap.
Lightning scabbard formed on it, Black Flame fueled by Excel hammering inside.
Crackle!
As the scabbard heated.
Krash swung at Arshoulder's head right in front of him.
"Flame Erosion" "Third Form" "Flame Heaven Thunder"
⟨ Flame Heaven Thunder ⟩
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The explosion unleashed lightning and Black Flame on Arshoulder's head.
"Gah!"
Black smoke spewed from Arshoulder's mouth as he collapsed.
THUD!
As he smashed through walls and fell.
Krash landed on the ground.
Then he sought the voice that called him.
"Lord Krash!"
It was Karandis.
When separated from Aslan's group, she'd ended up on Krash's side.
"Go on! I'll handle Glen!"
Krash looked at her for a moment.
Glen was clearly not normal.
He was concerned about what Sigrin had done, but this was the confrontation.
The Lion Squad had to win.
'But.'
Glen could be confronted later, after it ended.
Could Karandis really hold off someone in that state?
'...Don't doubt her.'
He'd seen plenty of her effort and resolve.
Above all, she was Lion Squad.
Who else could he trust if not his teammate?
"Glen's pushing himself hard. I'm counting on you."
Since that time, she'd spoken casually to him.
Karandis clenched her fists tightly.
Her eyes gleamed with fierce determination.
Because she knew he trusted her.
It made her overjoyed.
"Yes!"
Hearing her spirited reply, Krash kicked off.
Activating Excel, he sped away.
Tap-
After Krash vanished, Glen emerged from the smoke moments later.
He frowned, realizing too late that Krash was gone.
"Sorry, Lord Glen, but you're facing me."
"Karandis Poseidon."
He murmured her name, gripping his spear.
"If you block me, I'll break through."
For the Empire.
And for the Diana family.
He swung his spear to fulfill his mission.