ONLINE: Blades of Eternity-Chapter 154: JULIAN EMERGES

"Another win"

"Yet again?"

"Isn’t there anyone in the academy strong enough to take him out!!?"

"Look! Someone is coming out again"

As Kelvin continued his brutal rampage through the Valen Military Academy’s sparring grounds, an unexpected opponent appeared to stand in his way—Julian, the academy’s rising star, whose reputation had grown since his return from the Pacesetters Rookie tournament. Seeing Julian step forward, the gathered students erupted in murmurs, fueled by a sliver of hope that he might finally put an end to Kelvin’s domination.

"It’s Julian!"

"He finally stepped out!"

"Seems like that brat’s winning streak is about to come to an end"

With a composed determination, Julian met Kelvin’s gaze and drew his sword, mere words or pleasantries seems to be invalid at that moment as his movements quickly became infused with a powerful aura. And in a flash, the duel began. Julian demonstrated his impressive skill, blending swift, precise swordsmanship with flawless control over the five elements. His attacks danced with fire, water, earth, air, and lightning, each move calculated to test Kelvin’s every defense.

But Kelvin remained unphased.

He parried and countered with his usual dark scythe with an almost contemptuous ease, deflecting Julian’s elemental strikes as though they were mere inconveniences. In a swift, calculated move, Kelvin delivered a final blow that left Julian sprawled on the platform, defeated and breathless.

As Julian struggled to gather himself, Kelvin loomed over him, his gaze sharp and unforgiving. "If this is what you plan to use when you face Kaelen next time you meet," Kelvin said coldly, "then you’re in for a thrashing."

Julian’s face twisted with suppressed fury, his fists clenching tightly on the platform. But he bit back any retort, his silence speaking volumes. Kelvin’s words struck deeper than any wound, a harsh reminder of the gap that still separated him from Kaelen during the last time they met—one he was now more determined than ever to close.

As Kelvin finished his scathing words to Julian, a calm yet confident voice broke through the tense silence. "How about me? Why don’t you show me if my plan is good enough?"

Kelvin turned, and his gaze settled on a boy standing at the edge of the sparring platform, a slight smirk on his face. The crowd around them began to murmur with excitement and anticipation, many whispering the same phrase: "The Military Prodigy." Known for his mastery of fire and ice dual magic, he was the youngest person in the top ten ranking, holding the title of third-strongest in the academy.

Apparently, this boy was the same person who were with Drake Grey and the headmaster of the Valen military academy during the Rookie tournament at the Pacesetter Academy.

The prodigy’s presence brought a ripple of energy to the crowd, who looked on with admiration and awe, sensing the clash of raw talent and relentless ambition that was about to unfold. His hands flickered, one glowing with a fiery warmth and the other emanating an icy chill that seemed to warp the air around him.

Kelvin assessed him with a piercing gaze, his earlier amusement morphing into a look of intrigue. The challenge wasn’t lost on him, and he nodded slowly, a faint grin appearing. "Alright, Military Prodigy. Show me what you’ve got," he replied, his tone steady, yet daring.

And just then the duel between Kelvin and the Military Prodigy began as sparks of fire clashed with chilling blasts of ice, weaving a deadly dance across the platform. Kelvin’s dark scythe moved with precision, parrying the prodigy’s relentless onslaught of elemental magic, yet the prodigy held his own, pushing Kelvin further with each strike.

But suddenly, with a dark, shadowed chant, Kelvin brought the blade of his scythe down and slammed it onto the platform. The ground trembled, cracks snaking outward as an eerie mist seeped up from the gaps. Within moments, a pair of piercing grey eyes gleamed through the mist, and an undead wolf, massive and ethereal, rose from the shadows, its fur ashen and movements silent as death itself.

The crowd gasped, some recoiling in horror, as the wolf prowled towards the Military Prodigy, its fierce growls resonating like whispers from the underworld. Taken aback, the prodigy tried to summon a barrier of fire and ice to ward off the beast, but the wolf lunged forward, breaking through with terrifying speed.

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In the ensuing seconds, Kelvin closed the distance, his scythe swinging in sync with the wolf’s advance. With a decisive strike, he disarmed the prodigy, sending him tumbling back. The undead wolf snapped its jaws, halting mere inches from the prodigy, who lay stunned, realizing his defeat.

Kelvin lifted his scythe, calling off the undead beast, his eyes cold and unfazed. The crowd was silent, the air thick with the weight of his victory.

But behind the large group of stunned students, high up in the clouds, the man who escorted Kelvin to the Academy could be seen with a satisfied look on his face.

’Perfect, this is just perfect’ the man thought with a more satisfied look on his face. But that expression didn’t stay on his face for long as he suddenly sensed something fast approaching towards where he is.

’That was fast’ The man thought indifferently as he turned towards the direction he sensed the people were coming from. Not long after, the people he sensed finally came into his view.

Apparently, they were four people who were coming towards him. One of them is obviously the headmaster of the Valen military academy. As for the other three, two of the three seems to be royal guards while the remaining one looks to be an individual of a royal heritage.

’Oh? Darius and his personal bodyguards personally came to see me?’ The man thought with a surprised look on his face.

The prince of the Valoria Kingdom, Chancellor Darius Valen, approached the man who brought Kelvin to the academy with an air of commanding nobility. Darius was tall and sharp-featured, with dark, intense eyes and a gaze that reflected both wisdom and ferocity. Clad in an elegant crimson and silver robe embroidered with the Valoria insignia—a fierce falcon with wings spread wide—he emanated an aura that spoke of both royal heritage and battlefield experience. His ash-brown hair was pulled back, revealing a stern face marked by a single scar above his left brow, a reminder of his younger years on the frontlines.

Beside him stood his two personal royal guards, pillars of disciplined strength and loyalty. The first, Sir Alden, was a towering figure with a solid build and sharp, unwavering eyes. His armor was dark steel with gold trim, custom-made to bear the crest of Valoria, and he wore a black cloak draped over his right shoulder. Alden’s face was as hard as his reputation, his jaw set and eyes alert, ready for any sign of threat. His weapon, a longsword adorned with runes along the blade, hung sheathed at his side, although his hand often rested on its hilt, a subtle signal of his readiness.

The second guard, Lady Celeste, was equally formidable, with a slender but muscular frame. Her armor was a lighter steel with hints of blue in the design, tailored for agility. Her short, silver-blonde hair framed a face of striking beauty, tempered by a pair of piercing blue eyes that rarely missed any detail. She wielded a pair of thin, curved blades strapped to her back, and her movements were as fluid and silent as a shadow’s. Unlike Alden, her posture was relaxed but always vigilant, and her presence was both graceful and deadly.

Together, they cut a formidable sight alongside the headmaster, who looked dwarfed by their poise and power as they ascended into the sky. Darius’s expression remained unreadable as he neared Kelvin’s mysterious benefactor, his gaze locked on the man with a look of veiled curiosity mixed with caution.