Supreme Hunter of Beautiful Souls-Chapter 115: What a shame
The silence in the arena lasted only a brief moment before Klaus Blake, unable to hide the mocking smile on his face, made his presence known. His low, sarcastic laugh cut through the air, echoing off the stone walls.
"Ah, this is boring," he began, his voice dripping with disdain. "You really think you can kill me, kid? What are you going to do, crush me with that... ridiculous pressure you just released? You're nothing more than a stray dog trying to bark louder than it can bite."
He took a step forward, confidence oozing from every movement, as if the mere fact that he was standing in front of Kael was a victory. The professor looked to the crowd, his expression becoming even more mocking.
"Now, look at this kid," Klaus said with a malicious laugh. "He thinks he can condemn me, as if he has the power to do so. Do you really think someone like him... someone so weak, so irrelevant, could even touch me?"
The students in the stands began to laugh as well, some clapping, others murmuring in agreement.
'They've sealed their fate… they should've stayed quiet…' Arthur thought as he watched the entire scene unfold. 'The fact that he's only eleven makes the situation worse for you...'
Kael, with his cold and impassive gaze, didn't move. He watched calmly, letting Klaus's words echo, but the words, empty of meaning, were like a snap of fingers in the vast abyss of power he was about to release.
"This is... hilarious," Klaus continued, shaking his head as if trying to understand the absurdity of the situation. "You, some random student, a nobody... trying to impose yourself against me? What do you have to offer? Nothing! And the best part? No one here would dare question me. I'm the professor, the power is with me. You... you are nothing."
The arena, which had been filled with tense silence, now buzzed with murmurs from students trying to understand what Kael would do next. Klaus's confidence was almost palpable, like a heavy cloak he refused to remove.
But then, as if a lightning bolt had crossed the atmosphere, the pressure intensified. A wave of dense, corrosive mana surged from Kael, not as an explosion, but as an invisible torrent that spread, growing with each passing second. The ground beneath him trembled, cracking, and the students began to feel the suffocating weight of the pressure now permeating the air.
The students in the stands began to gulp nervously, some struggling to stay in their seats as Kael's presence seemed to increase with every breath. The walls around the arena, which once seemed solid and unbreakable, now appeared to be bending under the growing power of the young boy.
Klaus, who had been enjoying the provocation, began to sweat. His face, once impassive, now showed signs of discomfort. He tried, in vain, to maintain his arrogant posture, but the air around him was becoming denser, hotter.
"This is... impossible," he murmured, his voice wavering for the first time. "This can't be... You're just taking advantage of an uncontrolled ability. You don't have enough power to defeat me!"
Kael advanced slowly, without haste, as though walking through a tranquil landscape. His steps were firm, each movement heavier than the last, and the pressure around him increased in direct proportion to his presence.
"I don't need power to defeat you, Klaus," Kael said with an icy calmness. His voice cut through the air, carrying a weight that Klaus felt deep in his bones. He looked around, Kael's eyes relentless, and felt something he never imagined he would: fear.
The power Kael was radiating was unlike anything Klaus had ever faced. It wasn't a common ability or a destructive spell. It was pure, primal force, something that made the very essence of mana around him bow in respect. The ground, the air, even the winds in the arena seemed to submit to his authority.
Klaus, once so confident, began to retreat. His feet dragged backward, almost as if he were being pushed by an invisible force. He tried to conjure a barrier, but what came from his hands was nowhere near enough to withstand the crushing weight of the pressure Kael was emanating. His attempts at defense seemed foolish, ineffective. Every beam of mana he released was dissipated in the air before even reaching its target.
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Kael wasn't even running, wasn't attacking; he simply walked toward Klaus, and with every step, the professor retreated further and further. His skin began to sweat under the pressure, and he felt the energy inside him start to dissipate, as if the very mana was fleeing from him.
"You can't escape the truth," Kael said, his voice low but full of authority. "You can try to resist, try to fight, but in the end... you're irrelevant. You're nothing but a big asshole who got recognition by some bullshit recommendation, because you have no real skill."
Klaus, now with his eyes nearly glazed over by panic, started casting desperate spells, one after the other. But nothing seemed to work. The mana he tried to control seemed to slip through his fingers, and his spells dissipated before they could even materialize in the air.
"No! NO!" Klaus screamed, his voice becoming more high-pitched. He began moving frantically, trying to create space, trying to get away. But Kael kept walking toward him, unfazed. Like a storm that couldn't be stopped, Kael simply advanced.
Klaus tried to raise a mana barrier, with all his strength, but Kael didn't make any move to physically attack him. Instead, his presence seemed to tear apart the very space around him. Klaus felt his mana shield tremble, waver, before finally shattering like glass breaking under the weight of an immeasurable force.
He fell to his knees, gasping for breath. The power Kael was releasing was oppressive, crushing. Each breath he took felt harder than the last. He tried, in vain, to raise another defense, but the air around him was too heavy. Kael's words echoed in his mind like a hammer, pounding repeatedly in his head.
"They're all watching you now, Klaus," Kael said, getting even closer. "And what do you have to offer? A weak defense? A weak mind? That won't cut it."
When Kael finally stopped before Klaus, he was so close that the professor could feel the vibration of power emanating from Kael's body. The young man looked at him with a cold, merciless smile.
"You were never anything, never anyone, understand Klaus. And now, you're going to pay for it."
With a movement so fast no one could see, Kael extended his hand. Klaus's mana sphere was ripped from his hands as if it were a toy, and Kael crushed it with a simple gesture, causing the energy to collapse in a silent explosion of light. The professor barely had time to react, his eyes wide, now completely defeated. The attempt to resist vanished, along with his confidence.
Kael's power was in full control, and Klaus Blake knew it.
It was over.
The arena was in absolute silence.
Kael remained standing, his posture unshakable, while the arena around him seemed to bend to his will. The pressure in the air was almost tangible, and Klaus, already too weak to fight, felt the crushing weight of each breath. His vision blurred, panic began to take hold, and his skin was cold with sweat. He already knew that Kael was not someone he could face on equal footing, but what happened next was something entirely different from anything he had ever imagined.
Kael's cold smile widened a bit more, but there was no hint of amusement in his golden eyes. Instead, there was something darker. Something that froze Klaus's blood and extinguished the last spark of resistance he was still trying to hold on to.
Kael raised his hand, his fingers curling as though he were manipulating something invisible. Then, the shadows around Klaus began to move.
At first, it seemed like an illusion. The shadows on the walls of the arena, on the floor, in the bleachers—all seemed distorted. But then Klaus felt a cold sensation on his back. Something was crawling, something dark, something that shouldn't be there. The shadow stretching behind his body seemed alive. It started to creep slowly, as if it had a will of its own, and a wave of terror took over Klaus.
"No... it can't be..." Klaus murmured, his eyes wide with horror, as the air around him became denser, more suffocating.
The shadows began to shape, sliding out of his body, encircling him with terrifying precision. They formed hands, arms, fingers, and began to firmly latch onto Klaus's back. He tried to move, tried to pull away, but the shadows held him with an impossible strength. His hands, in panic, tried to tear the shadows away, but they stretched tighter, engulfing him with growing force.
He felt the pressure increasing with every second, as if something was squeezing him from the inside. The first grip came from the shadows around his shoulders. He screamed in pain as the pressure began to crush him, as if an invisible hand were tightening his joints to their limit. His bones started to creak under the force, and he felt as though his limbs could be shattered at any moment.
"Please..." Klaus gasped, his voice full of panic. "Please, stop... no..."
But Kael did nothing. He just watched, his eyes fixed and unwavering. The shadows continued to tighten. What had once been dark, nebulous hands were now solid arms of pure darkness, wrapping around Klaus. They were no longer just shadows but manifestations of pure manipulation, responding to Kael's will with terrifying efficiency.
The pressure on Klaus's back intensified, and he felt his spine bend under the force.
"STOP!!!" Klaus screamed with all the strength he had left, his voice trembling, breaking with fear. He was panicking. Control over his body was slipping away. His vision was hazy, and the feeling of suffocation made him struggle for every breath. But the most humiliating thing of all was what his body began to do without his consent.
Klaus felt an unexpected warmth, and before he could control himself, a cold dampness spread across his clothes. His face turned bright red with embarrassment, his eyes wide as he desperately tried to control the uncontrollable flow. But there was no escape. Terror consumed him entirely, and he pissed himself in front of everyone.
"What a shame," Kael said, completely withdrawing his energy from Klaus's body. "Looks like someone came to save you." He said, turning around.
"Hello, Lyra." Kael smiled.
