Chapter 587 Three Days

Chapter 587 Three Days

Atticus trained without stopping or pausing. He was eternally grateful that Dekai had chosen this determined woman as his partner.

Indeed, one could not tell the nature of a person with just a single glance.

Joana had turned out to be something Atticus could have never expected—a training maniac.

Joana was relentless. She never called for rest and was always ready to battle whenever Atticus was ready.

At first, the others were completely enamored by the intensity at which the both of them were going at it, but eventually, it turned into shock and then fear. Just what were they made of?

The duo trained for days with shocking intensity and next to no breaks.

Atticus had come a long way in controlling the fire molecules. Unlike the imperfect fire that he had been creating, utilizing his fire element like this required significantly less effort and strain.

Atticus could continue controlling the construct for days if he wanted, but unfortunately, there was always a drawback—the mental strain. He had to keep track of every molecule and immediately act when they deviated from their instructions. This made him keep his perception constantly active.

Regardless, Atticus still lasted for quite a long while. Twenty-one hours, to be exact.

Afterward, he and Joana decided to get some rest, although it appeared that Joana could still continue, which made sense considering her greater experience.

However, neither of them descended. They both found a corner and began meditating. Atticus luckily didn't require using so much of his mind to control the little molecules around his body. They had basically been trained already.

The meditation lasted for only two hours before they stood up and continued with their battle.

This same routine continued until exactly three days had passed.

The figure of Cerron ascended and reached the fourth summit.

"Look who finally decided to show up," Duran frowned.

The other members, along with the instructors, were already present, each of them turning as they saw him. Cerron hadn't once shown up at the summit since he had descended.

However, his gaze couldn't help but narrow slightly. Joana wasn't the type to joke about this sort of thing; in fact, she wasn't the type to joke at all. Just what was he missing?

The aura around the summit changed as the tension reached its peak.

Dekai turned towards Atticus and then Cerron, and seeing that both of them were ready, he declared:

"Begin."

Dekai's words were followed by him combusting and disappearing from their middle.

As soon as Dekai disappeared, not a second was wasted. The area in front of Atticus and Cerron combusted, fire erupting upwards, swirling around and coalescing in their fronts, the shapes of large constructs forming.

The heat was intense, causing the air to shimmer.

Exactly twenty-five seconds passed before both constructs finished, their imposing forms standing before their respective masters.

Atticus and Cerron had both completed their creations simultaneously—a feat that sent a ripple of shock through the crowd. It took the boy just three days to reach this level.

Cerron's construct was a towering figure of flame, standing an impressive twenty-five feet tall. It was covered in heavy, flaming armor from head to toe, giving it an almost indestructible appearance.

The armor glowed with a white-hot intensity, and a long, fiery sword materialized in its hand.

In stark contrast, Atticus's construct was aesthetically underwhelming.

It was simply the figure of a completely naked man, standing twenty feet tall. There was not a single piece of attire covering its fiery form, its simple and unadorned appearance almost serene compared to the imposing armor of Cerron's creation.

However, despite its simplicity, there was a striking elegance to it. A single fire-made katana rested on its left waist.

The construct radiated the same aura as its creator, taking on a calm and composed stance that belied the tremendous power it held within.

For a moment, the two constructs faced each other, their fiery forms casting long, flickering shadows across the summit.

And then, without so much as a word, they both moved.