ONLINE: Blades of Eternity-Chapter 250: KNOW YOUR PLACE

As the dust settled from the Pacesetters' victory, Seraphine's voice rang out once more, cutting through the deafening cheers of the crowd.

"Next up—Stormfell Family versus Dawning of Magic Academy!"

The coliseum erupted in excitement once again as both teams began their ascent to the arena.

On one side, Alaric Stormfell led his group with his signature calm yet dominant presence, his silver hair shimmering under the arena lights. The rest of the Stormfell warriors followed behind, their confidence unwavering.

Opposing them—

Kent Harrow, who is acknowledged as the Affinity God, walked at the forefront of the Dawning of Magic group, smiling faintly, as if he had already foreseen the outcome of this match. Beside him, his teammates radiated an unshakable aura, their eyes cold and unreadable.

Among them, a single figure caught Kaelen's attention—

It was a slender, poised girl with emerald-green hair, her bow slung across her back.

As the two groups neared the battlefield, Forbes suddenly leaned closer to Kaelen, his voice hushed but urgent.

"Kaelen… while we were on break, I caught wind of something important."

Kaelen didn't shift his gaze from the arena, but Forbes knew he was listening.

"They say the strongest long-range melee fighter in this entire convention has been found."

Kaelen's interest was piqued instantly.

He turned to Forbes, his bright blue eyes gleaming.

"Who is it?"

Forbes hesitated for a fraction of a second before muttering a single name as he pointed at the girl who wields the bow in the Dawning of Magic group.

"Sylphie."

Kaelen's expression hardened immediately.

His body tensed as he shifted his gaze back toward the Dawning of Magic team, specifically toward the archer girl who stood there calmly adjusting her bowstring, as if she hadn't just been named the most dangerous long-range melee combatant in the tournament.

His grip on his Blade of Eternity tightened.

"That girl?" Kaelen murmured under his breath.

Forbes nodded.

"They say she doesn't just shoot from a distance. Her melee ability is on par with some of the strongest close-range fighters here. Her arrows don't just pierce—they cut, slice, and shatter through even the toughest defenses."

Kaelen exhaled slowly.

His battle instincts screamed that this wasn't just some rumor.

There was something about her stance, the way she carried herself, the subtle confidence in her posture—

She was different.

She was a threat.

And if she was truly the best long-range melee fighter here, then she would be someone he'd have to face soon enough.

As Kaelen contemplated his next moves, Seraphine's voice boomed across the coliseum.

"Stormfell Family and Dawning of Magic Academy—"

She raised her hand dramatically—

"Prepare for battle!"

The entire coliseum roared as the two teams took their stances.

Kaelen took a deep breath, watching closely as he thought. 'This fight… would be one to remember.'

The moment Seraphine's hand dropped, signaling the start of the duel—

BOOM!

Alaric and his Stormfell teammates wasted no time at all.

With incredible synergy, they instantly began multi-casting advanced-tier spells, each spell brimming with terrifying mana.

Blazing firestorms, crushing earth spikes, roaring wind slashes, and torrential water lances all converged at one single target—

Kent Harrow.

The very air crackled and warped as the sheer force of the combined magic sent shockwaves rippling through the arena.

The ground shook violently, sending debris flying in every direction. A powerful explosion erupted, momentarily blinding the spectators with a surge of elemental chaos.

BOOOOOOOM!

The entire coliseum trembled, the shockwave spreading through the crowd like a ripple of disbelief.

A massive cloud of dust shot up, obscuring the battlefield in an instant.

The sheer force of the attack was enough that many in the audience rose to their feet, trying to see through the dust.

Among them—

Alaric Stormfell.

'i did it....'

For the first time in the convention—

A small, victorious smile appeared on his face.

He knew how devastating their spells were.

Even someone as powerful as Kent Harrow shouldn't be able to walk away unharmed after taking that head-on.

Or so he thought.

As the dust began to settle, revealing the battlefield once more—

Alaric's smile vanished instantly.

'H-How!?'

His breath hitched.

His heart skipped a beat.

There, standing amidst the ruined battlefield, was none other than—

Kent Harrow.

Completely unscathed.

His clothes weren't even ruffled.

His expression?

The same faint smile.

As if he had just walked through a summer breeze rather than an all-out magical bombardment.

The entire coliseum gasped in shock.

Even Kaelen and his teammates, who had watched countless duels unfold in this convention, felt their eyes widen in disbelief.

"H-How…?" Morris muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible.

Forbes clenched his fists. "That wasn't just an advanced-tier spell. It was a combined, multi-casted, full-powered barrage… yet he's standing there like it was nothing?"

Kaelen remained silent. His gaze sharpened.

This… was on an entirely different level.

Back in the arena, Alaric clenched his jaw as he stared at Kent, his mind racing.

'This was not normal.'

'Even the strongest magical barriers shouldn't have held up against that.'

Even someone as powerful as Kent should have at least shown some struggle.

And yet—

There he stood.

Kent Harrow slowly raised his hand, dusting off a non-existent speck on his shoulder before his gaze finally locked onto Alaric.

His smile widened.

"Is that all?"

His voice was calm, almost playful, but in this eerie, undeniable way—

As if he already knew the outcome of this fight.

Alaric's grip tightened.

His gut told him—

'This fight… had just begun.'

"This is not going to end well for your son Stormfell, why don't you make him surrender" up at the sub VIP section amongst the spectators stand, The head of the Lucent Family suddenly spoke up as he turned to the head of the Stormfell family. Even the head of the Blightmore House and the Ferrum Clan did the same.

But Stormfell fell quiet as he watched the duel between his family's representatives and the Dawning of Magic academy representatives with a pensive gaze. "Are you listening to me Stormfell!? Although Killing is not allowed in the convention, but crippling is! Do you want your son to be useless!!?" Lucent explained with a concerned look on his face.

"No I don't, but if he surrenders now, he will be even worse than useless" Stormfell suddenly spoke up with a solemn look on his face. "What?" Not only Lucent, but even the head of the the Blightmore House and the Ferrum Clan muttered in shock. But when they saw the serious look on Stormfells face, they quickly knew that he wasn't joking.

Back in the arena, Alaric's heart thundered in his chest as he tried to process what had just happened.

But before he could even think, he heard Kent's voice ring out—

"Sylphie."

It was just a name, spoken lightly, but in that instant—

"Ready"

The air shifted.

Alaric's instincts screamed at him.

His gaze snapped toward Sylphie—

And his stomach dropped.

The archer girl had already moved.

Her bow was drawn, her fingers delicately gripping the string, while a single arrow—

A terrifying, radiant arrow—

had been notched, its sheer presence warping the very air around it.

The moment it formed, the entire arena went silent.

'Sh*t!'

A sense of dread gripped Alaric's heart.

Without hesitation—

He threw up every defensive spell he could muster.

A triple-layered mana shield.

A hardened earth barrier.

A wind displacement field to counter velocity.

It wasn't just instinct.

It was pure survival.

But—

His groupmates weren't as fast.

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Before they could even react—

Sylphie released the arrow.

BOOOOOOOM!

The sound of the arrow tearing through the air was like a thunderclap.

It ripped through the arena with such devastating force that the very ground cracked beneath its path.

Then—

Impact.

A shockwave exploded outward, sending a roaring gust of wind throughout the coliseum.

The sheer force of the attack instantly obliterated Alaric's defenses—

And his teammates?

They were blown away.

Every single one of them.

Their bodies soared across the arena like ragdolls before crashing into the ground—

Unconscious.

The arena was left in absolute silence.

A Lone Fighter Left Standing

As the dust gradually settled, only one figure remained upright.

Alaric.

But barely.

He was trembling, his body shaking from the sheer effort of clinging onto consciousness.

Sweat drenched his forehead.

His vision blurred.

His legs felt like lead.

Yet—

His pride forced him to remain standing.

Through the haze of his wavering mind, he heard it—

Kent's calm, unwavering voice.

"You should know your place."

That smile—

That same, damn smile.

Mocking. Confident. Absolute.

Suddenly, something inside Alaric snapped.

His fury ignited.

Even though his body screamed at him to stay down, he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

Then, with a voice filled with defiance and burning rage, he growled—

"If I don't know my place… then why don't you show me?"

The coliseum held its breath.

Kent's smile widened.

And in that instant—

Kent calmly replied. "Gladly"