The audience gasped.
Even Echo, watching intently from the stands, narrowed his eyes.
’This ability... It’s simple, yet terrifying in its application.’
Sobako wiped the blood from his mouth.
His breaths came heavy and ragged, but his eyes remained sharp.
Then
He
grinned.
"Looks like I’ll have to take things up a notch," Sobako muttered.
The
crimson glow
around his hands
intensified
. The air itself seemed to distort around him.
Timaro raised an eyebrow.
"Oh? Still got some fight left in you?"
Sobako stomped the ground.
And then—
He moved.
Faster than before.
Much faster.
Timaro barely had time to react before Sobako was already in front of him.
"Explosive Impact."
Sobako’s
glowing fist
slammed into Timaro’s chest.
Then—
BOOOOOOM!
A
colossal explosion
erupted on impact, the force of it
blasting
Timaro across the battlefield.
For the first time in the fight—
Timaro was sent flying.
The crowd went
silent.
Timaro’s body smashed into the ground, sending debris flying in every direction. Smoke and dust billowed into the sky.
A few moments passed.
Then
A deep, chilling chuckle echoed through the battlefield.
The dust
cleared
.
And there stood Timaro.
Completely unharmed.
His purple wings trembled slightly. His
smirk was gone.
Then
He
grinned.
"
Hahaha! Alright, I’ll use a bit of my power.
"
Sobako’s expression
darkened.
Timaro
closed his eyes
.
Then, an
overwhelming surge of energy
erupted
from his body.
A storm of purple energy spiraled around him, so intense that even the spectators felt their chests tighten from the pressure.
Then—
His
hair
began to change.
It grew longer, flowing past his shoulders. Its bright white hue
deepened into a rich, royal purple
. His wings
expanded
, their edges gleaming with a terrifying energy.
A monstrous
aura
filled the battlefield.
Even Echo, watching from the stands, felt his fingers twitch.
’This... This is dangerous.’
Timaro opened his eyes.
His pupils, once a normal shade of violet, had
darkened into an abyssal purple
, radiating power.
The entire battlefield
shook.
Then, in a single,
blurred movement
Timaro disappeared.
Sobako’s eyes widened.
’Where did he?’
Before he could react
A shadow loomed over him.
Timaro had
already appeared above him, mid-air, moving at speeds beyond anything Sobako had ever seen.
Then
A wing sliced downward.
Sobako barely had time to register what happened before
BOOOOOM!
Timaro’s
wing strike
landed
directly onto Sobako’s chest
, sending him
crashing into the ground with a force that shattered the entire battlefield.
The impact was
devastating
.
Sobako’s body
tore through the stone arena
, smashing straight into a wall. The moment he hit—
The entire
wall collapsed.
The audience was in shock.
Echo, leaning forward in his seat, finally exhaled.
’Now that... that was insane.’
The dust slowly settled.
Timaro hovered in the air, his
purple wings still trembling from the raw power he had just unleashed.
Then, in his usual, mocking tone, he laughed.
"
Hahaha... Now this is fun.
"
The battlefield was
a wreck
.
Cracks stretched across the ground like shattered glass, and thick dust choked the air. Sobako lay among the rubble, his chest
heaving
as he struggled to rise. Blood trickled from his lips, his body
aching
from the brutal strike he had just endured.
Above him, Timaro hovered effortlessly,
his purple wings radiating an overwhelming energy
. His violet eyes gleamed with power, and his
long, flowing purple hair
swayed from the sheer force of his aura.
The crowd was
silent
.
No one had seen anything like this before.
Timaro cracked his neck, his smirk widening.
"
Hahaha... You felt that, didn’t you?
" he taunted, flexing his fingers. "This is the difference between us."
Sobako
gritted his teeth
.
Then, slowly, he
forced himself to his feet
.
His entire body
ached
, but his fighting spirit
hadn’t dimmed
.
"You’re... acting cocky," Sobako muttered.
Timaro
laughed.
"
Because I can afford to.
"
Then
Timaro
vanished
.
A fraction of a second later
BOOOOOM!
Timaro’s knee
slammed
into Sobako’s stomach, lifting him
off the ground
. Before Sobako could react, Timaro’s
wing
sliced across his body, sending him hurtling through the air
like a ragdoll
.
The crowd gasped.
Sobako
crashed
into the ground, bouncing twice before finally rolling to a stop.
But Timaro
wasn’t done
.
He raised his hand, his fingers curling.
"
Absorb.
"
Sobako’s body was
yanked off the ground
, flying toward Timaro
against his will
.
Then
Timaro
spun
, swinging his
wing
like a blade.
CRACK!
The impact
sent Sobako spiraling through the air
, his body smashing into the remains of the collapsed wall.
The sheer force of the attack
shook the battlefield.
Even the most experienced warriors in the crowd were left
speechless.
And yet—Timaro still looked
bored.
"That’s it?" he muttered. "Come on. At least try to entertain me."
Sobako
didn’t move.
Timaro sighed.
"Pathetic."
The Legend of the Winged Power
Echo, sitting in the stands, watched with
gleaming eyes
.
The way Timaro used his wings—the sheer
speed, power, and precision
—it was beyond anything he had ever seen.
He reached into his pocket, pulling out a
small notebook
.
Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.
His pen danced across the pages, writing at a rapid pace.
"
Good idea,
" he muttered to himself. "
I’ll write down this wing skill and learn it when I go home.
"
His expression was
calm
, but inside
he was thrilled.
This ability...
It was perfect.
The
crowd
was still
in shock
, their gazes locked onto the battlefield.
But Echo?
He simply
closed his notebook
.
Then, without another word, he
stood up.
The moment he rose, the people sitting around him
instinctively moved aside
.
His presence alone was...
unsettling.
With slow, deliberate steps, Ecoo made his way
out of the academy.
As he stepped into the sunlight, his
appearance became clear
.
His
hair was a dazzling, unnatural white
, almost glowing under the sun. His **eyes, however, were the complete opposite**a deep, dark abyss that seemed to swallow everything in their gaze.
The contrast was
striking
.
He wore a
black academy robe
, its hem
swaying slightly
in the wind.
Without glancing back, Echo walked away, disappearing into the distance.
The moon hung
high in the sky
, casting a pale glow over the quiet streets.
Eiko walked through the
dimly lit roads
, his black academy robe fluttering slightly in the night breeze.
The battle between Timaro and Sobako had been
entertaining
, but Eiko had
gained
something far more valuable than mere entertainment
inspiration.
His mind was
brimming
with ideas.