ONLINE: Blades of Eternity-Chapter 212: THE BLADE AGAINST THE STORM

The buzzing energy in the Northern Wind Spire Coliseum reached a fever pitch as all eyes turned to the massive stage at the center of the arena.

But right before the first matchup could be revealed, suddenly, a low rumbling sound echoed across the coliseum, causing the ground beneath the participants to tremble slightly. The massive central platform began to split apart, dividing neatly into ten smaller arenas, each sectioned off with translucent magical barriers that shimmered faintly in the sunlight.

Gasps and murmurs filled the stands as the spectators leaned forward in their seats. Though the barriers were clearly meant to separate the groups, their transparency ensured that the audience could see every movement, every clash within.

From high above, a magical projection of Lady Seraphine Gale appeared once more, her calm yet commanding voice silencing the crowd.

"Behold the battlefield for the melee combatants. Each of the ten arenas has been carefully crafted to provide a fair but challenging environment for the participants. Within these barriers, your strength, skill, and strategy will be tested. Let the trials commence."

She gestured gracefully with her hand, and immediately, the magical screens around the coliseum began to flicker with new information.

The screens lit up with the first set of matchups for each group. In Group B, Kaelen’s name appeared first, paired against Garrick Stormfell.

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Group B Match 1:

Kaelen Grey (Pacesetters Academy)

vs

Garrick Stormfell (Stormfell Family)

Kaelen’s sharp gaze flicked to the screen, then over to Garrick, who was already stepping forward into the center of their arena. The Stormfell heir’s storm-gray robes billowed lightly as he unsheathed his curved longsword, arcs of electricity dancing along its blade.

Garrick’s confident smirk betrayed his anticipation. "Looks like we’ll get to see what the new face of the great Pacesetters Academy is made of right from the start."

Kaelen didn’t respond with words, only a steady, calm expression as he placed a hand on the hilt of his disguised Blade of Eternity. He stepped forward to face Garrick, his movements deliberate and composed, the faint breeze from the barrier ruffling his cloak.

As Kaelen and Garrick took their positions, the magical barrier surrounding Group B’s arena shimmered brighter for a brief moment, solidifying their isolation. The air inside felt heavier, charged with the anticipation of battle.

Above them, Lady Seraphine’s voice rang out again. "In each duel, victory will be determined by incapacitation, ring-out, or the clear inability to continue fighting. Participants, prepare yourselves."

The coliseum fell into silence as the tension between Kaelen and Garrick became almost palpable.

From the VIP section, Castaneda leaned forward slightly, his sharp eyes focused on Kaelen. Beside him, Marel observed with an intrigued expression.

"Kaelen’s up first," Castaneda murmured. "A good test to see how he handles an opponent as technically skilled as Garrick."

Marel nodded, his gaze flickering briefly to Magnus Ferrum, who stood back in the Group B section, watching the duel with mild interest. "If he can manage this, it’ll set the tone for the rest of his matches."

A low chime resonated through the arena, signaling the start of the duel.

Garrick wasted no time, lunging forward with a burst of speed, his lightning-infused longsword slashing through the air in a wide arc. The electricity crackling along the blade created a faint hum, hinting at the sheer power behind the strike.

Aura of a Swordsman Activated!

Sword Dimension Activated!

Advanced Sword Mastery Activated!

Mana Detection Activated!

Kaelen, however, stood rooted in place, his sharp eyes tracking every movement as notification rang out frantically in his head. At the last possible moment, he unsheathed his blade with a smooth, almost effortless motion, deflecting Garrick’s attack with a precision that sent a ripple of force through the arena.

Sword Arc!!

The clash of steel echoed loudly, and the spectators erupted into cheers and gasps.

"Not bad," Garrick said, stepping back briefly, his blade crackling with renewed energy. "But let’s see how you handle this!"

He raised his hand, summoning a storm of lightning strikes that rained down toward Kaelen.

Kaelen’s eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on his sword. The Blade of Eternity, though disguised, hummed faintly in his hand, resonating with his will. With a swift movement, Kaelen dashed forward, cutting through the bolts of lightning with a series of precise, fluid strikes, each one dispersing the energy before it could reach him.

Quick Steps!!

Sword Furry!!

The crowd roared in amazement as Kaelen closed the distance, his blade aimed directly at Garrick.

The duel had only just begun, but it was already clear to the spectators and participants alike that this battle would set the tone for the rest of the competition.

The arena has begun crackling with intensity as the duel between Kaelen Grey and Garrick Stormfell escalated.

Kaelen dashed forward, closing the distance between them with precision and determination. However, Garrick’s mocking smirk deepened when he noticed this as he suddenly raised his hand to the heavens.

Boom!!

A lightning bolt surged down from above, striking Garrick directly. Instead of harming him, the electricity coiled around his body like a protective armor, making his silhouette glow with power. The sheer intensity of the lightning forced Kaelen to halt his advance, his sword held defensively.

The crowd erupted into cheers, awestruck by Garrick’s display of mastery.

"You should’ve stayed back," Garrick mocked, his voice amplified and distorted by the crackling energy around him. "This isn’t just a fight—this is dominance!"

In the blink of an eye, Garrick lunged forward, his body moving with inhuman speed. His sword, now coated in lightning, streaked through the air like a comet as he aimed a devastating slash at Kaelen’s side.

The image of Garrick, cloaked in lightning, made him appear as if he were an ambassador of lightning, a figure of raw, unrelenting power.

Kaelen’s expression remained level, his breathing calm despite the ferocity of Garrick’s attack.

At the last moment, Kaelen sidestepped, narrowly avoiding Garrick’s blade. Using his Quick Steps technique, he darted to Garrick’s side and retaliated with a swift series of slashes—Sword Arcs—each strike aimed to disrupt Garrick’s momentum.

Garrick blocked the strikes with ease, the lightning surrounding him repelling some of the force, but Kaelen was relentless.

"Not bad," Garrick admitted, his voice laced with both irritation and amusement. "But not enough."

Kaelen leaped back, creating distance as Garrick lunged again, this time more aggressive. In response, Kaelen raised his sword to the sky and activated Sword Rain, summoning a barrage of ethereal blades that rained down toward Garrick.

The glowing swords pierced through the air, each one aimed with precision, but Garrick’s lightning-infused speed allowed him to weave through them with graceful movements.

"You’ll have to try harder than that!" Garrick yelled as he closed the gap once more.

Kaelen anticipated this. The moment Garrick got close, Kaelen unleashed Sword Fury, a rapid flurry of slashes that pushed Garrick onto the defensive for the first time in the duel. Sparks flew as their blades clashed in a symphony of steel and thunder.

The crowd watched in stunned silence as the combatants moved faster and faster, their techniques growing more elaborate. Garrick’s strikes were a blend of overwhelming power and speed, while Kaelen’s calm, calculated counters showcased his mastery of the sword.

But then, Garrick’s smirk returned. "I’m done holding back!" he roared, summoning a colossal surge of lightning that radiated outward, forcing Kaelen to leap back to avoid being overwhelmed.

Kaelen, now standing at the edge of the arena, gripped his sword tightly. He took a deep breath, and his eyes sharpened with resolve. "Enough games," he murmured to himself.

The air around him changed, growing unnaturally still. The disguised Blade of Eternity began to hum faintly, responding to his will.

Kaelen took a single step forward and activated one of his most advanced techniques: Sword Constellation.

The arena’s atmosphere darkened as Kaelen’s sword emitted a radiant glow. Above him, stars of light began to form in the air, each one connected by glowing threads, creating the shape of a constellation.

"What is this?" Garrick muttered, his lightning flaring defensively around him.

Kaelen’s voice was calm, almost serene. "A technique that guides the stars themselves."

With a powerful slash, Kaelen directed the constellation toward Garrick. The glowing stars descended, moving like celestial blades, each one homing in on Garrick with precise and devastating force.

Garrick roared, summoning all his lightning to form a massive shield around him. The first star struck, breaking through the lightning with a resounding explosion. The second followed, shattering his defenses even further. By the third, Garrick was forced to his knees, his lightning armor flickering and fading.

Finally, the constellation’s central star descended, a single, overwhelming strike. Kaelen’s sword moved in tandem with it, cutting through Garrick’s remaining defenses and stopping just short of his neck.

The crowd erupted into deafening cheers and applause as Garrick’s sword clattered to the ground. He was left kneeling, breathing heavily, his lightning completely dissipated.

Kaelen, calm as ever, sheathed his sword and turned away, his victory undeniable.

From the VIP section, Castaneda watched with a satisfied expression. "That boy continues to surprise," he murmured to Marel.

Marel nodded, his gaze fixed on Kaelen. "He’s not just skilled. He’s dangerous."

Kaelen returned to his side of the arena, where Magnus Ferrum watched him with newfound interest, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "This is going to be fun," Magnus muttered to himself.

As the barrier dissolved and the next matchup prepared to begin, Kaelen stood silently, already analyzing his next potential opponents.