The ruins of Vedangiri
burned
with battle.
Screams, the clash of steel, and the heavy breathing of warriors filled the air. Dust swirled in the fading twilight, illuminated by flickering flames and the occasional glint of silver. The ground was littered with debris—broken weapons, shattered stone, and the bodies of the fallen.
The assassins were relentless,
pushing them back
, their attacks calculated and deadly. The students who had come here for training were now fighting for survival.
Some were strong. Others... weren’t.
And the assassins knew it.
Aamir gritted his teeth, his muscles burning with exertion. His opponent, the assassin clad in dark cloth, stood before him with a stance so perfect it looked effortless. His movements were sharp, refined,
lethal
—the discipline of a master fighter.
No wasted steps. No unnecessary strikes.
Aamir had faced strong enemies before, but this was different.
This wasn’t a battle of power. This was a battle of skill.
Then—
Ding!
Special Task:
Defeat your enemy
Reward: ??
Aamir blinked. A mission?
Now?
"What does the question mark mean?" he asked Luman in his mind.
Luman’s voice hummed.
"Probably something special. I don’t know."
Aamir exhaled sharply. "Then I’ll just have to beat him and find out."
His
adrenaline energy
surged through his body, lighting up his nerves with power. His heartbeat slowed, his senses sharpened, and time itself seemed to stretch.
The assassin
noticed the change.
His stance shifted slightly—a silent acknowledgment of the challenge.
Aamir smirked.
Now they were even.
The assassin struck first.
A blur—
a precise, lightning-fast palm strike to Aamir’s ribs.
Aamir twisted, barely dodging, then countered with a powerful knee strike. The assassin blocked with his forearm, the impact
echoing
through the air.
Neither moved.
Then—
an explosion of speed.
They clashed—Aamir’s fists versus the assassin’s iron-hard strikes. Punches, elbows, kicks, all exchanged in a dance of pure combat.
Aamir could feel it.
This man was no ordinary fighter.
Every counter, every block, every feint—
perfect.
But Aamir had something more.
He let his
adrenaline energy
burn hotter, faster. His body
moved beyond instinct
, reading the assassin’s next move
before
it even happened.
And then he saw it—
a single mistake.
The assassin shifted his weight slightly, preparing for another devastating kick.
Too predictable.
Aamir
twisted
, stepping inside the attack, and slammed his elbow into the assassin’s ribs. A satisfying
crack
followed.
The assassin staggered.
Now.
Aamir launched into a full spin—
his foot colliding with the assassin’s temple.
CRACK.
The assassin
collapsed.
Unmoving.
Aamir exhaled, sweat dripping down his face. He looked down at his fallen opponent.
"Tough bastard," he muttered.
Ding!
Task Completed.
Reward: ??? Unlocked.
A sudden
rush of energy
flooded his veins. His body pulsed with power. Something inside him
shifted
, something
changed
.
Although his strength won’t grow but his body getting stronger by each level up and he can feel it
But before he could process it—
A sharp, chilling
presence
made the hair on his neck stand on end.
Aamir turned—his gaze locking onto
him.
The
Sixth Shadow.
Watching. Still. Silent.
But his eyes...
His
eyes
were locked onto Kunal.
And Kunal?
He wasn’t afraid.
He was
awake.
Seenu’s fingers curled around the hilt of his
katana.
To anyone else, it was a
broken piece of junk
—rusted, cracked, barely holding together. But Seenu knew better.
And so did his opponent.
The masked assassin wielded a
flaming nodachi
, his presence
commanding, overwhelming
. The heat from the blade
distorted the air
, waves of fire rippling around it.
"This is no ordinary sword," the assassin said, his voice muffled behind his mask.
Seenu
grinned.
"Neither is mine."
He
shifted his stance
. His body
lowered
, perfectly balanced, like a coiled spring ready to
explode.
The assassin lunged, his
flaming blade slicing through the air.
Seenu vanished.
A burst of
fire
erupted where he had stood.
In an instant—
he was behind his opponent.
His
katana moved like lightning.
A single
slash.
The assassin barely managed to
block
, the impact sending him skidding backward. His flames
flickered.
Seenu rolled his shoulders, his
own fire igniting his body.
His katana, once
rusted and dull
, now gleamed—a
blade of pure flame.
"Not bad," Seenu smirked. "But let’s see if you can handle this."
And then he
attacked.
A blur of
flames and steel.
His movements were
fluid, unstoppable, relentless.
His katana carved through the air in
blazing arcs
, each strike flowing into the next like a
deadly dance
.
The assassin
struggled
. His nodachi, once
dominating the battlefield
, now barely kept up.
Seenu was faster. More
precise.
And then—
A single, perfect strike.
His katana
pierced through the assassin’s flames
, slicing through his armor and cutting deep.
The assassin stumbled, clutching his wound. Defeated.
Seenu flicked the blood off his blade and sheathed it.
"Too slow," he said.
Near the ruined temple, Aafreen
held her ground.
She didn’t need magic.
She didn’t need tricks.
She was
the strongest fighter in Vedangiri.
The assassins who faced her soon
realized their mistake.
Her
sword danced.
Every strike was
flawless
, every movement
perfectly calculated
. She moved
like water
, her attacks flowing seamlessly, each swing of her blade
elegant yet fierce.
But she wasn’t just graceful.
She was
unstoppable.
The assassin in front of her lunged.
A mistake.
Aafreen
sidestepped
, her blade cutting through his side before he even realized what had happened.
Blood sprayed.
She didn’t stop.
Another opponent charged.
Aafreen’s fist
glowed
—not with magic, but with
pure adrenaline energy.
She struck.
A single
golden blast erupted
from her punch, sending the assassin
flying
into a crumbling wall.
He didn’t get back up.
The students behind her stared—
in awe, in fear.
Jai swallowed. "She’s... she’s not even using magic."
Aafreen exhaled,
lowering her sword.
"Stay behind me," she said, voice steady.
Her blade
glowed under the dim light
,
beautiful, deadly, absolute.
Another assassin approached.
Aafreen
smirked.
"Come," she whispered.
And
the dance continued.
Aamir’s vision was still adjusting from the aftermath of his battle when his system screen
flashed to life.
Congratulations!
Task Completed.
Reward: Instant Level Up by 3 Levels!
Level Up!
Level Up!
Level Up!
His entire screen was flooded with messages as a
warm surge of power
spread through his body. His muscles felt stronger, his senses sharper—
every fiber of his being had grown.
Then, another notification appeared.
Congratulations, Host!
You have leveled up by three levels.
New Skill Unlocked: [Appraisal]!
Aamir’s heart raced.
A new skill?
He quickly navigated to his
status screen
, eager to see his progress.
[STATUS]
Host’s Name:
Aamir Singh
Race:
Human
Status:
Awakened
Bloodline Purity:
3.2%
[Expanded Details]
Level:
8
EXP Needed for Next Level:
1600
HP:
80/100
Strength:
8
Speed:
8
Agility:
8
Stamina:
8
IQ:
4
[Skills]
1. Appraisal (Level 1)
2. Permanent Copy (???)
[Techniques – Adreno Arts]
1. Dragon’s Blade
2. Garuda’s Glide
3. Hastraksham
4. Iron Body
Aamir nodded, satisfied.
This was solid progress.
But then his eyes landed on something that made him freeze.
IQ: 4.
Aamir stared at it. Blinked. Stared again.
"Wait... why is my IQ so low?!"
Luman’s voice hummed in his head, absolutely
deadpan.
"Because you’re way too stupid."
Aamir nearly
punched the air
in frustration.
"Oi! You could’ve phrased that better!"
Luman chuckled.
"Nah, I think that was perfect."
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