My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 203 : Blood King Tournament

Progress was evident. The team moved with greater cohesion, reacting to each other instinctively. However, there was still one problem.

"We're too predictable," Leon stated after another training session. "We need an ace up our sleeve—something unexpected."

Roman stretched his arms. "Like a trump card?"

"Exactly," Leon said, glancing at Millim. "And I think I have an idea."

Millim tilted her head. "What do you mean?"

Leon smirked. "You've been holding back. Your magic potential is incredible, but you're limiting yourself in battle. I want you to push past those limits."

Millim's expression darkened slightly. "You don't understand. If I go too far—"

Leon placed a hand on her shoulder. "I do understand. That's why we're going to help you control it."

The others watched in silence before Naval crossed her arms. "Well, if you're planning on unleashing her full potential, we should all be prepared."

Roselia sighed. "This could be dangerous."

Leon grinned. "Good. That means we're on the right track."

Millim took a deep breath before nodding. "Alright. Let's do it."

The next phase of training was the most intense yet. Millim's raw magic surged as she attempted to control it, her aura crackling with unstable energy.

"Focus!" Leon called out as she launched an explosive wave of power. Ken barely managed to block it with his shield, while Naval and Roman dodged.

"I can't—!" Millim gasped, stumbling.

Leon caught her before she fell. "You can. You just need to trust yourself."

Millim looked up at him, her blue eyes filled with determination. "Then let's try again."

Roselia muttered, "This is insane…" but didn't object.

As the days passed, Millim's control improved. She learned to channel her magic into concentrated bursts instead of wild surges, giving the team a powerful advantage.

Leon stood before the team. "This is it. We're stronger, faster, and more coordinated than ever. But now we need to test everything we've learned."

Naval cracked her knuckles. "So, what's the plan?"

Leon's smirk was razor-sharp. "We fight each other—at full strength. No holding back."

Roman whistled. "You really don't do things halfway, huh?"

Ken grinned. "Alright then. Let's see if we're ready."

As they took their positions, Millim clenched her fists. This was it—the last challenge before the tournament.

The air crackled with tension as Leon and his team stood in a circle, ready for their last test before the tournament. The plan was simple: a full-power sparring match where no one held back.

Ken, the Dark Pope, stood at the center of the battlefield, his dark robes flowing as eerie energy radiated from his form. His presence alone sent chills through the air, an overwhelming aura of darkness mixed with divine authority.

Naval rolled her shoulders, glancing at Ken. "So, Dark Pope, huh? That title suits you a little too well."

Ken smirked, his glowing red eyes narrowing. "Then let me show you why."

With a single motion, he raised his staff, and the battlefield was engulfed in an oppressive shadow. The ground beneath them cracked as chains of dark energy erupted, lashing out at everyone.

Leon moved first, dashing through the darkness with lightning speed, his blade glowing with raw power. He sliced through the dark chains, closing in on Ken.

Ken barely flinched. "Predictable."

With a flick of his wrist, the shadows twisted, forming a barrier that blocked Leon's strike. At the same time, dark orbs materialized around him, launching toward the others.

Millim reacted instantly, her magic flaring to life. She blasted the orbs out of the air, but Ken had already anticipated it. The moment she used her power, the darkness wrapped around her, attempting to suppress her mana.

Millim gritted her teeth. "Damn it—!"

"Your magic is powerful," Ken said calmly, "but darkness consumes all."

Before the shadows could fully bind Millim, Naval leaped in, slicing through them with a precise strike. "You talk too much," she quipped, landing next to Millim.

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Ken chuckled. "Perhaps."

"It's good," Leon said. If this were a normal battle, he could have easily killed Ken. But Ken was Tier VII—the highest rank Leon could summon. He had summoned Ken at this rank specifically so he could help train them.

Ken stood tall, the Dark Pope's aura swirling around him like a black storm. His Tier VII power made him nearly unstoppable—but that was exactly why Leon had summoned him.

Leon, standing at the center, grinned. Destruction magic crackled in his hands, raw and unstable, ready to tear through anything in his path. "Enough testing," he said. "Let's see how far I can go against you."

Ken smirked. "Finally."

Naval twirled her rapier, the blade gleaming with deadly precision. "Took you long enough to get serious."

Liliana clenched her dark flame-covered fists, black fire crackling violently as she exhaled slowly. "I'll burn through whatever shadows you throw at us, Ken."

Millim summoned a blood knight, a towering warrior clad in crimson armor, its presence radiating raw power. But she didn't just rely on summons—she rushed forward, fists glowing with arcane energy. "I'll break through your defenses myself!"

Ken simply raised his staff. "Then come."

Leon launched forward, his Destruction magic surging around his blade like a storm. He swung down with brutal force—

BOOM!

Ken blocked with his staff, but the ground beneath them shattered from the impact.

"You've gotten stronger," Ken admitted. "But not strong enough."

A wave of darkness erupted from him, attempting to engulf Leon. But Leon's Destruction aura flared, disintegrating the shadows before they could consume him.

Leon smirked. "I destroy everything, remember?"

Ken narrowed his eyes. "Let's test that."

He raised his hand, summoning Dark Chains of Judgement, aiming to bind Leon completely.

Before the chains could reach Leon, Naval flashed forward, her rapier striking with pinpoint accuracy, severing the dark bindings mid-air.

Ken barely had time to react before Liliana came from the other side, her dark flame fists burning through his defenses. She aimed a devastating punch at his chest—

BAM!

Ken skidded back, his robes scorched. "Not bad."

Naval smirked. "We're just getting started."