Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 104: Kara vs Kris

Four hours had passed since the start of the entrance exam. Out of the five hundred new students, only about twenty remained. The rest had been eliminated by monsters, by fatigue, or by their own mistakes.

Kris Donoghan advanced cautiously, his spear firmly gripped in his hands. His amber eyes swept across the clearing. His dragon tattoo extended along his neck down to his arm, glowing faintly under the sun. He knew the exam spared no one and that every movement could be fatal.

The ground was littered with debris, broken branches, and monster tracks. Kris had already eliminated several giant spiders. Each creature fell under his precise and powerful strikes, and he gave no chance to his opponents.

<Art: Flaming Lion>

Kris hurled his flaming spear toward a giant spider that burst from a bush. The flame crackled on the tip, enveloping the creature’s body in a scorching burst. The spear pierced the arachnid’s abdomen, and it collapsed in silence. Every movement Kris made was fast and destructive. He knew time was running out and that the most powerful students would soon appear.

"Another one..." he murmured, his voice firm but without nervousness. He adjusted his grip on the spear and shifted slightly to the side, dodging a jet of venom spat by another spider.

Adrenaline and aura coursed through his veins.

A second spider erupted from the ground, faster than the previous ones. Kris saw it in time. He raised his spear, charged the air around him with his Art, and unleashed concentrated flame in a precise motion. The creature was struck in the torso, its legs twitching before it collapsed. Kris straightened up immediately, his eyes scanning the surroundings. He knew other arachnids were lurking.

He paused for a moment, breathing deeply, and watched the monsters approaching in small groups. His thoughts drifted briefly to Kaiser. The grudge had not been forgotten. That bastard had trapped him twice in the past, but today, Kris had to focus on succeeding in the exam and preventing that bastard from getting his hands on his sister. Every fight here allowed him to strengthen his mastery of the Art and his coordination with magic.

<Second Movement: Roar of the Flame Lion>

Kris roared, concentrating all his energy into a burst of fire. The wave swept across the ground and undergrowth, repelling the spiders and the webs they had spun. He took the opportunity to adjust his position. The heat was intense, but his skin could still withstand it. He felt his muscles vibrate with the effort. His spear was an extension of his body, and every movement was precise, almost instinctive.

A spider larger than the others emerged ten meters in front of him. Kris leaped back slightly, gauging the distance and the exact moment to strike. The creature opened its venomous maw, ready to attack.

<First Movement: Flaming Lance>

He took a deep breath, channeled his focus, and hurled his flaming spear with precision. The tip penetrated the monster’s skull. The creature collapsed without a sound, its legs folding beneath it. Kris landed back on his feet, out of breath but still perfectly in control.

He continued advancing, dodging and striking, his breathing measured and steady. His Art remained active, flames dancing around his spear. Every spider that approached was eliminated quickly, without wasting unnecessary energy.

Kris surveyed the terrain. The ground was now covered with arachnid bodies, charred or crushed. Silence fell again for a moment, broken only by the rustling of leaves and the wind.

"The longer time passes, the more we tire, and the stronger the remaining students become. My concentration must be at its maximum."

As he advanced cautiously, a movement caught his attention. Ten meters away, a figure moved with almost supernatural agility. Kris froze. His amber eyes locked onto her.

A half-beast Kitsune, her long white ears erect and her fluffy tail swaying gently behind her.

Kris felt a strange sense of recognition.

"I’ve seen this half-beast somewhere before, but I can’t remember exactly where."

After all, he had not often encountered half-beasts, and even less one who exuded so much power and had such very, very convincing assets under her crop top.

She was looking at him too, her bright red eyes fixed on Kris with intensity.

Their gazes met, and a heavy silence settled in.

’The tension is strangely hostile... Does she know me?’ Kris thought.

Kris steadied his breathing slightly and observed the details of his potential opponent. Her long white hair fell to the middle of her back, her claws sparkled faintly, and electricity coursed through her legs and arms.

’Half-beasts don’t use mana, which means this electricity comes from her Art?’

Kris activated his <Combat Sense>

This half-beast was not like the others. She possessed an innate mastery of her Art, and he could feel her contained speed and strength in every movement.

For Kris, this was a first encounter. His mind was already working to anticipate her movements and assess her skills. Because the fight was about to begin.

Kara had not moved further. She seemed to be sizing him up, measuring his strength and reaction. Kris felt his heart beat a little faster, not from fear, but from excitement. The fights in the exam were designed to test his limits, and now the real challenge had presented itself.

Kris gripped his spear and pointed it toward her.

"Come on then!"

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POV: Kara

That red hair, that imposing build... Even though I hadn’t seen his face that day, everything came back to me. That tattoo on his arm that climbed up to his neck. And above all, his scent. Impossible to mistake. My heart raced, but it wasn’t fear. It was rage.

It’s him. The pig who wanted to buy me when I was a slave. The one who treated me like merchandise, as if my life was worth nothing. And yet, there he stood, a few meters away. Just from his scent, I remembered the chains, the hunger, the beatings. The pain in my arms, in my legs. The constant fear, the shame, the loneliness. Everything came flooding back in an instant.

My claws tightened instinctively. The lightning of my Art was already pulsing in my legs. I could feel it.

’He’s strong, but he has no idea who I’ve become. Like The Predator said. We must become the beasts to devour our predators!’

I straightened up, my tail swaying behind me.

"My first taste of revenge!"

I leaped into the air, leaving a trail of lightning behind me.

*End of POV*