Chapter 73 Battle for the Top 13 (3)
"Like I said, I will teach you a lesson and show the beauties that you are just a sheep in wolf's clothing," Kenneth said arrogantly.
The crowd was seething with excitement. They could sense the hostility Kenneth had toward Draco. When they learned it was because of the beauties, the majority sided with Kenneth. It seemed that the fans of the top three beauties all shared a dislike for Draco.
"I hope you have the strength to back up your words," Draco said coldly, his sharp gaze fixed on his opponent.
Kenneth snorted. "Remember my name — Kenneth. It will be I who defeats you."Nôv(el)B\\jnn
With a sudden gust of wind, Kenneth moved, appearing behind Draco with a punch. He struck at Draco with a sneer. "As expected, he's just a sheep pretending to be a wolf," Kenneth thought.
But as his punch landed, he felt as though he had hit solid steel. Pain shot through his hands. "It seems I underestimated you," Kenneth admitted, reappearing a short distance away. He glanced at where Draco had been standing but found no one.
"Oh," a voice echoed behind him, causing Kenneth to flinch. He turned in horror to see Draco casually touching his chin, deep in thought.
Kenneth trembled in fear. "When did he get here? How did I not notice his movement? How did he move so fast?" He was trapped in a whirlpool of confusion and doubt. He moved again, trying to create distance, but no matter how fast he moved, Draco stayed ahead of him.
From the crowd's perspective, it was clear what had happened. As soon as the match started, Kenneth had moved behind Draco and thrown a punch. But Draco had easily parried it. Kenneth then moved again, only for Draco to appear at his destination before he even got there. The crowd watched in shock as Kenneth frantically searched for Draco, not realizing that Draco was standing right behind him until he spoke.
Everyone stared at Draco in surprise. Unlike Kenneth, who was using wind manipulation to enhance his speed, Draco's speed was purely physical.
Ivy, Alya, and Lyraea watched with knowing smiles. Kenneth had made a critical mistake by taunting Draco.
Kenneth took a deep breath, suppressing his fear. This time, he moved with more caution, striking behind him instead of in front.
"What are you doing?" Draco's voice rang out. Kenneth's eyes widened in shock as he realized his attack had hit nothing but air. Turning to face forward, he was met with Draco's crimson eyes, glowing with a demonic light. Draco's amused smile sent chills down his spine.
Draco's punch landed squarely on Kenneth's chest, sending him flying through the air. Blood spurted from Kenneth's mouth as he tumbled backward, his mind reeling from Draco's overwhelming strength.
"If this is all you've got, it's about time you admit defeat," Draco said disdainfully. He had expected more from someone so confident. But from what Kenneth had shown, it was all talk and no substance.
Hearing Draco's words, Kenneth roared in anger. "Don't underestimate me!"
A surge of wind gathered around him, forming a cyan wind armor that enveloped his body. The crowd watched in awe. This was clearly a skill, and Draco's eyes gleamed with curiosity.
Kenneth moved again, but this time his speed was nearly double what it was before.
"Now we're talking," Draco thought, his eyes lighting up with excitement. He moved as well, and soon, only flashes of their figures could be seen darting around the arena.
Draco was surprised by Kenneth's growth in strength. Each time he struck Kenneth, his punches were blocked by the cyan wind armor, which was incredibly durable. Not only that, but the armor counterattacked with sharp scythe-like wind blades that lashed out at him.
"His defense and offense have both improved," Draco thought, his fighting spirit ignited. The challenge made him even more eager to fight.
Kenneth noticed Draco's enthusiasm and smirked. "You can't break my defense," he boasted. "I know you've cultivated your intent, but are you sure I haven't done the same?"
The audience gasped at his words. It seemed that Kenneth was also capable of using intent. Stay tuned with empire
"After I defeat you and prove to the beauties that you're weak, they'll all be mine," Kenneth declared, laughing triumphantly. His words made Draco raise an eyebrow.
Those words seemed to ignite something within Draco. His eyes turned cold, a sharp light flashing through them.
"What did you just say?" Draco's voice was laced with chilling intent.
"Oh, you didn't hear me?" Kenneth sneered. "I said, after I defeat you, your beauties will be mine."
The crowd erupted in noise. Kenneth's bold exclamation sent shockwaves through the arena. Everyone turned to look at him, wondering where he found the confidence to make such a brazen claim.
Does he think the top three beauties are dummies, easy to conquer? People were still wondering what charm Draco possessed that won them over, and here Kenneth was, boldly claiming he would conquer them.
What does he think he has?
Alya, Ivy, and Rose looked at Kenneth with disdain. Is he worthy of us? they thought. They glanced at Draco and noticed the cold chill in his eyes.
Alya shook her head. She knew how much Ivy and Rose meant to Draco. Here was Kenneth, arrogantly declaring he would "own" them as if they were mere commodities.
"You see, when you declared you were chasing after them, I didn't take offense. I even found it a bit funny," Draco began, his voice calm but laced with sharpness. "If any man can win their hearts, that means I am not worthy of them." Draco meant every word. Ivy had waited 12 years for him, even running away from home just to be with him. Alya and Rose had their own stories of devotion as well.
"But from your words... do you regard them as commodities?" Draco asked coldly, his red eyes locking onto Kenneth.
Kenneth sneered, his gaze sharp with arrogance. "Aren't women meant for giving birth? They're just tools. No matter how strong or beautiful a woman is, she'll still be beneath a man's feet."
His words triggered outrage among the students, and even the elders shook their heads at his twisted philosophy.
The ladies looked at him with utter disgust, many of them clenching their fists, wishing they could give him a "lesson" in person. Some of the female students even voiced their desire to beat him senseless.
Draco, whose anger had been rising, suddenly shook his head. His battle intent faded. "What kind of parents raised him like this?" he thought. It was clear to Draco that Kenneth's upbringing had warped his perspective. This wasn't something that could be fixed easily.
"I'll give you an opportunity to use all your strength before I defeat you," Draco said lazily, his disinterest in the fight now evident.
Kenneth's face twisted in anger. "What do you mean?" he growled, his hatred for Draco's condescending tone boiling over.
"Ice Age," Draco muttered.
The entire arena turned to ice in an instant. Everything froze solid — the ground, the air, and even Kenneth. The only one left standing, unharmed, was Draco. His footsteps echoed through the frozen space as he approached Kenneth.
Crack!
Kenneth's frozen body began to break apart, the ice cubes scattering across the ground. His figure was revealed, shivering but intact. He had used his wind intent to shatter the ice that encased him.
"How dare you...!" Kenneth began, but he stopped short.
He saw Draco's red eyes filled with pure killing intent. Within those eyes, he saw something horrifying — a vision of a slaughter-filled mausoleum. His entire body trembled involuntarily.
"D-Demon..." Kenneth stammered, his arrogance crumbling into fear.
He quickly activated his wind intent, controlling it to attack Draco. The wind blades struck him, but they only caused a faint wound. Draco had used his own intent to nullify most of the damage.
Ding!
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Draco ignored the system notification, his gaze still locked on Kenneth.
"Never regard a lady as a tool again," Draco said coldly. The weight of his words made Kenneth nod without realizing it, fear overwhelming his sense of pride.
Draco raised his hand, his fingers curling slightly. Suddenly, a flaming dragon materialized before him. Its body twisted and roared with blazing flames. Kenneth's eyes widened in horror.
The dragon surged forward, engulfing Kenneth entirely. His screams of agony echoed through the arena, sending chills down the spines of the onlookers. The searing heat was palpable, and many in the crowd shuddered at the intensity of it.
Draco had used the Fire Dragon Spell, enhanced with his newly awakened fire intent. He noticed that Kenneth's wind intent was still underdeveloped compared to his. It seemed Kenneth hadn't fully grasped the depths of his own power.
For five agonizing minutes, Kenneth's screams echoed through the arena as the flames consumed him. The crowd watched in stunned silence, their faces pale with fear and awe.
With a wave of Draco's hand, the fire vanished, leaving only ashes where Kenneth once stood.
The arena was silent. Not a single soul dared to speak. The only sound was the faint crackle of the dissipating embers.