134 Power Of Dragon’s Breath
The world became deadly silent as it witnessed the transformation of a being close to the verge of beastly supremacy.
Vornek’s gigantic dragon body floated at the top of the arena, his four wings flapping gently but enough to cause a maelstrom of airwaves across the battle stage.
Golden scales lined every inch of his body, which was supported by two long arms ending in claws and two long limbs.
His head was elongated to a snort with gas puffing out of his nose while his golden eyes stared dead straight at Gerald.
“How long it will take to turn me Into a fried chicken, you say? You have also genuinely piqued my curiosity too…” Vornek said, his voice looking more like that of a beastly roar.
Vornek immediately raised his head upwards in the air and opened his mouth causing a small golden ball to take shape.
Gerald widened his eyes looking at the small golden ball that was getting larger with every passing second…
“A… A dragon’s breath!!!? Is he crazy…”
One of the signature arts of the Dragons is their dragon breath, feared throughout the entire race in the limitless galaxy.
It Is said to be an attack formed from their dragon core itself, the most important object in a dragon, even more important than a heart is to a human.
But Vornek was using such an object to unleash an attack in such a small event?
Just how crazy is he?
The gigantic ball reached a three-meter radius in size before Vornek faced down on Gerald and let loose the attack.
SREEEEEEEEEECH
The sound of the air being fried echoed out as the ground beneath Gerald’s feet began melting from the horrifying temperature of the ball.
“Good. Then I’ll also go all out…” Gerald’s eyes snapped shot as he spread his hands apart.
A flame immediately bloomed in front of him and began widening in the next second.
Just within two seconds, Gerald already formed a gigantic ball of flame even slightly bigger than Vornek’s as he clenched his teeth before hurling the flaming ball.
It immediately soared forward towards the golden ball as it collided with it but the expected earth-shattering sound didn’t occur.
Instead, a strange phenomenon occurred as the red flaming ball disappeared into the golden ball which became even larger before descending unto Gerald with apocalyptic power.
“Is…Is this a joke?”
KABOOOOOOOOOOM
The battle stage was immediately leveled completely to the ground as cracks spread all over it.
Vornek’s dragon body descended to the ground as his body morphed back to his humanoid shape leaving him shirtless but a pair of uniforms quickly appeared in his hands and he immediately put them on in the blink of an eye
Once he was properly dressed, he slowly walked towards the pit at the center of the battle stage and his hands moved down to the hole and he slowly dragged out a figure.
The entire cadets immediately gasped as they looked at the figure.
Completely black like charcoal and naked to the butt, Gerald was almost unrecognizable as his healthy and robust body has been reduced to a black emaciated-looking corpse.
“How long would it take to reduce you into a fried chicken? Tch, just five seconds…” Vornek replied disdainfully as he dropped Gerald’s body on the ground and moved away from the battle stage.
.”Winner, Vornek Roosevelt…”
One of the handlers moved toward the battle stage picked up Gerald’s body and moved out of the arena to get him treated.
Zeras watched as Vornek walked towards his seat but stopped in front of him as his golden eyes looked into his.
“So, do you still want to share my dorm room…” Vornek said with a welcoming smile.
“You… You know what, I’ll pass …” Zeras replied sweat dripping down his face as Vornek chuckled before moving back to his seat.
” And to the last fight of this stage, Alvin Anderson Vs Quinn Voidspace…” The Handler announced loudly as Alvin moved up the stage but after five seconds there was no sign of Quinn.
“Quinn Voidspace?” The handler called out once again as Zeras looked behind him only to hear the snooze echoing as a blindfolded young man sat down sleeping comfortably with a smile on his face…
“Tch, damn Quinn, it’s your turn…” Zeras hushly woke him up as he kicked his leg twice causing Quinn to immediately jump up.
“Hey man, what are you doing?” Quinn asked angrily as Zeras just committed the most grievous offense someone could ever do to him, waking him up from his sweat dreams.
“It is your turn. The unlucky boy is waiting…”
Quinn looked around the place as he quickly jumped up and ran towards the battle stage.
The New cadets raised an eyebrow looking at him as some even giggled a little.
Perhaps, only Quinn could be able to sleep in this event.
Quinn arrived in front of his opponent, a short boy about 1.7 meters with dirty-brown hair and eyes and incredibly fat.
“3…2..1. Go.”
Alvin immediately raised his hands upwards the second the countdown ended as he began moving around in a circle touching the air around him as if imprinting something on it.
The crowd raised an eyebrow seeing what he was doing and Quinn also looked at him curiously wondering what this mischievous fatty was up to.
After about a minute of continuously touching the air, Alvin wiped the sweat from his forehead as a rhombus-shaped barrier appeared around him revealing a burst of blue lights.
Zera’s eyebrows furrowed together as he got a good look at the barrier and made a quick analysis.
“That barrier is almost as thick as steel, breaking through the barrier won’t be an easy job…”
“Hahahah, fool, you simply stood there and allowed me to conjure my barrier. What a fool. Nothing can break through this barrier once formed and you’ll simply exhaust yourself to death and waste all of your Mana trying to break through. Your defeat is practically sealed…” Alvin said mockingly looking at Quinn.
“A barrier genetic ability?” Quinn asked curiously as he looked at the rhombus-shaped glass in front of him.
A mocking smirk appeared on his face as he stood for a few seconds when suddenly his face revealed a shocked expression.
“It can even completely seal off space and block teleportation?” Quinn asked, surprise evident in his voice.
“Hmph, of course. Our barriers even touched on the principles of Spatial Manipulation, or else why are the Anderson called the envoys of unbreakable defense…” Alvin replied very proudly.
“Hmmm, unbreakable defense huh? Hey kid.” Quinn suddenly called out as he stood upright.
“Huh?”
“You and your Anderson family have no idea what it means to be unbreakable, so out of my infinite benevolence, I’ll enlighten you today on the power of unblockable attack…”
Quinn slowly removed his hands from his pocket as he clasped his palms together facing his two index and palms to touch each other while his remaining fingers entered into each other.
“Voidspace Art, first form…”
A small blue ball the size of a tennis bloomed right at the front of Quinn.
“It is said that space is a completely still area of the void, completely unbreakable and perfectly arranged in layers to contain no hole or opening. But what happens when a small hole is opened in the first layer? Do you know that is the first principle of space and gives the power of teleportation…” Quinn asked Alvin as he released his hands that were clasped toget but the blue ball continued hanging in the air.
“But what if the first layer was completely pierced through and a hole was made in the second layer of space? Do you know what will happen?” Quinn asked with a mysterious smile that made sweat drip down Alvin’s temple.
Quinn raised his middle finger as he pointed toward Alvin
“Anomaly of Pierced Void…” The blue ball suddenly began revolving with speed causing small white lines to appear on the surrounding space.
“Stop…” One of the handlers called out and a smile appeared on Quinn’s face as he put down his finger and the blue ball faded away just as it appeared.
“Winner, Quinn Voidspace.”
