Chapter 497 Reaching

Chapter 497 Reaching

Atticus' fist flew forward with the speed of a meteor, its velocity so intense that multiple concentric circles appeared around it as it tore through the temporal zone.

As fast as the human brain's thinking speed was, Dante wasn't even able to formulate a single thought.

It sounded like a cannon blast, as though a metal train moving at supersonic speed collided with a watermelon.

The force of the punch had barely been distributed before Dante's face caved in, his body from below his neck suddenly jerking forward as his head moved backward ever so slowly.

In the next second, the full force of the punch acted, the multitude of concentric circles around his arm seemingly shooting forward, causing another brutal impact.

However, before it could finish spreading, a golden light suddenly ignited, engulfing and swiftly taking Dante out of the area.

The large shadowy construct immediately started fading into nothingness as soon as its owner was transported away.

Atticus raised his right hand, swirls of water enveloping it, washing away the blood as his body started descending downwards.

The reactions of the onlookers were not as intense as the other times; practically everyone watching had already expected this outcome. Just what was Dante thinking? That he could be different?

A weird silence settled over the entirety of the coliseum, even extending to the academy as reality hit every single student, operator, and instructor alike. Atticus had just defeated the top rankers of the third year, even going as far as defeating the first-ranked with just one punch.

He was currently the strongest student in the academy.

It had to be said, deep down many of them already knew this fact. How would a student who could easily defeat 100 other students not be the strongest? But it wasn't until he had physically proven it in front of them that they accepted it.

The fact that it wasn't even a close match-up was mind-blowing. It was obvious to everyone watching; the gap between them was immense.

But regardless, the Ravensteins and White Omen Division members still cheered loudly. Foll0ww current novÊls on nov/3l/b((in).(co/m)

Their gazes landed on Atticus in the middle of the clearing in unison, the form of a sword taking shape slowly in their hands.

The brows of Zoey, Ember, Kael, and Orion shot up as though trying to reach the heavens.

They sent this army out just for Atticus?

The intense and dangerous auras each of the warriors were emitting couldn't lie; it was obvious they were somehow here for Atticus and were definitely not up to any good.

Two figures moved in unison. The ginormous form of the purple dragon construct faded into motes of light as giant wings suddenly sprouted from Zoey's back. Despite the brutal sounds it made as it came out, there was not a single ripple of pain on Zoey's face.

With an intense flap of her fully stretched wings, she shot towards the sky and towards Atticus in the middle.

The second figure that moved was Ember. Ember didn't care about the magnitude of the army nor did she care to wonder why this was happening.

As soon as she saw that they were showing hostility towards Atticus, the spear in Ember's right hand spun, her figure shooting forward and reaching Atticus just in time for Zoey to land.

Seeing Ember move, Orion stared at the army in slight disbelief before shaking his head and also shooting forward.

Kael's expression was hard to read. He didn't seem able to see any of the bone race warriors spread out; instead, his gaze was fixed on the figures of Gerald and Zezazeus on the ground.

He had missed the battle? Kael frowned. Just how could he be so unlucky?

But it was as though his body knew that it wasn't the time to brood about the situation. There was still a battle he could participate in.

Kael's fighting intent ignited, the ground on which he previously stood cratering as he shot forward with fast speed.

Kael landed with a thunderous crash just beside Atticus, his crimson aura reaching into the skies.

His right hand gripped the broad sword behind his back, sweeping it in a blur to his side.