ONLINE: Blades of Eternity-Chapter 224: BATTLE BETWEEN TRUMP CARDS

The arena pulsed with energy as the duel between Kaelen Dragonyx and The Devouring King escalated. Kaelen’s relentless assault, honed through countless battles, forced the Devouring King to abandon his earlier confidence. His Devouring Magic, once an impenetrable shield, was now being pushed back by the sheer precision and adaptability of Kaelen’s attacks.

The crowd roared as Kaelen pressed forward, his movements a blend of strategy and instinct. Each strike from his disguised Blade of Eternity was calculated, leaving the Devouring King with fewer opportunities to retaliate.

And just then, the Devouring King began growling. "Enough of this!"

With a sweep of his hand, a thick, shadowy aura engulfed him, and in a flash, he unsheathed his weapon—a sinister blade radiating malevolent energy.

The Devouring King continued as his voice began booming. "Behold, the Sword of the Abyss! Your petty tricks end here."

The Devouring King lunged forward, his blade slicing through the air with terrifying speed. Shadows seemed to twist and writhe around the Sword of the Abyss, amplifying its destructive power. Each swing created a ripple in the air, a void-like force that devoured everything in its path.

Kaelen, however, remained undeterred. His battle-hardened instincts kicked in, and he weaved through the onslaught with precision, his quick wits and combat experience shining through.

Kaelen eventually thought to himself. ’His power is immense, but it’s wild. If I can outmaneuver him, I can find an opening.’

Kaelen responded with a flurry of attacks: Sword Rain, a barrage of strikes that fell like a storm; Sword Flurry, a rapid sequence of slashes that tested the Devouring King’s defenses; and finally, a concentrated Sword Arc that collided with the abyssal blade. The clash sent shockwaves rippling through the arena, drawing gasps from the audience.

Despite his overwhelming power, the Devouring King found himself on the back foot. Kaelen’s relentless pressure and adaptability forced him to retreat, his aura flickering under the strain. The crowd sensed the shift, their cheers growing louder as Kaelen began to dominate the duel.

Devouring King then snarled. "You… dare push me this far?!"

The shadows around him intensified, and his expression twisted into one of desperation. He raised the Sword of the Abyss, its energy surging, and roared, "If you won’t kneel, then perish! Void Slash!"

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The arena seemed to darken as the Devouring King unleashed his ultimate technique. A massive, void-like slash tore through the air, its sheer presence threatening to engulf Kaelen entirely. The crowd fell silent, the sheer power of the attack leaving them awestruck.

Kaelen’s eyes narrowed as the Void Slash barreled toward him. He could feel the oppressive force, but he remained calm, his grip tightening on his blade.

Kaelen then muttered to himself. "This is it. I have no choice but to go all out."

Closing his eyes for a brief moment, Kaelen’s aura shifted. When he opened them, his movements became ethereal, almost imperceptible. The air around him seemed to warp as he activated his trump card: The Formless Swordplay.

Kaelen’s body flowed like water, his blade moving in ways that defied logic and physics. With a single, fluid motion, he intercepted the Void Slash. Instead of clashing against it head-on, his sword danced through the attack, dispersing its energy with seamless precision.

The crowd erupted in disbelief as Kaelen closed the distance in an instant, his blade striking with an elegance and power that overwhelmed the Devouring King.

Kaelen then spoke up as his voice was calm but resolute. "Your abyss has no place here."

The strike landed, and the Devouring King’s aura shattered. He staggered back, his sword falling from his grasp as he collapsed to one knee.

The barrier around the arena flickered, signaling the end of the duel. The crowd roared with approval, their cheers echoing throughout the coliseum.

Seraphine Gale, her voice amplified as it went all around the coliseum. "The winner of this duel in Group A—Kaelen Dragonyx!"

Kaelen stood tall, his breathing steady as he sheathed his blade. He cast a glance toward the VIP section, where Kael Dragonyx watched with an unreadable expression.

Up in the VIP section, Kael suddenly muttered to himself with an ecstatic expression on his face. "That technique… That blade… It is the Blade of Eternity. But how far has he truly mastered it?"

Kaelen turned his attention back to the Devouring King, who struggled to his feet, his pride clearly wounded.

And then, he spoke up while gritting his teeth. "You… You’re stronger than I expected. But this isn’t over."

Kaelen nodded, offering no response, before walking away, his focus now on the next challenge ahead.

The crowd’s cheers followed him, a testament to his hard-fought victory and a warning to any who dared underestimate him in the battles to come.

But unbeknownst to him, Kelvin was currently gazing at him from his mini arena with an unreadable expression on his face for just a short while before he turned his gaze away.

"Congratulations Sir Castenada. It seems like you have a capable student in your hands" back at the VIP section, Lysander suddenly spoke up with a forced smile on his face while he looked at Castenada. But Castenada couldn’t care less as he replied with a proud smile on his face. "Well thank you, Crown prince".

As for Alden, he currently has a pensive look on his face as he thought. ’Why is that blade giving me a familiar vibe?"

"I hereby declare the end of the second phase of the individual class battles" but just then, Seraphine announced with a resounding voice that slightly quaked the coliseum.

The atmosphere was thick with anticipation as the five mini arenas suddenly merged after seamlessly back into one grand stage. The participants, their bodies weary yet their spirits determined, lined up before the center of the coliseum. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, acknowledging the efforts of those who had fought valiantly in the second phase.

Seraphine Gale, standing poised on her elevated platform, her voice carrying authority and grace, addressed the crowd and the participants.

"You have all shown remarkable strength, tenacity, and skill. Each of you has left your mark on this stage, and it has been nothing short of spectacular to witness your battles. However, only ten will advance to the final stage of the individual class battles. Allow me to present our top ten qualifiers!"

As she spoke, a massive translucent screen appeared above the arena. The names of the top ten qualifiers appeared in dazzling gold letters:

Top Ten Qualifiers:

1. Forbes Hernandez - Pacesetters Academy

2. Aric Alexandria - The Royal Chosens

3. Kaelen Dragonyx - Pacesetters Academy

4. Devouring King - Valen Military Academy

5. Kelvin Bowel - Valen Military Academy

6. Ethan Kent - Pacesetters Academy

7. Trent Wayne - Blightmore House

8. Charlotte Stark - Pacesetters Academy

9. Dale Troy - Stormfell Family

10. Pine Hughes - Dawning of Magic Academy

The crowd roared with approval as each name appeared, the atmosphere electrified by the announcement.

Kaelen’s eyes scanned the list, his expression a mix of satisfaction and curiosity. His name was there, but something felt off. He couldn’t help but notice the absence of Valir Ferris, the Dark Prince of Pacesetters Academy.

Kaelen then muttered to himself. "The Dark Prince didn’t qualify? Was he disqualified after his duel with Kelvin? Or did something happen behind the scenes?"

His thoughts lingered for a moment, but he quickly refocused. Whatever had happened to Valir was not his concern now. His name was on that list, and that meant he had a shot at victory.

He will figure out why Valir isn’t in the list when he gets back to the dorms.

Seraphine’s gaze swept over the participants and the crowd, her tone shifting to one of finality.

"Congratulations to our top ten qualifiers! Your skill and determination have brought you here, but the real test begins tomorrow. The final stage of the individual class battles will take place then, and it will be a battle of not only strength but also strategy and willpower. Rest well tonight, for tomorrow, you will face challenges unlike any before."

The participants stood tall, absorbing her words. The crowd’s cheers echoed once more, but Seraphine raised her hand, signaling the end of the announcement as she continued.

"That concludes the first day of the Battle Convention. To all spectators, thank you for joining us. Let us reconvene tomorrow for the thrilling finale of the individual class battles. For now, I bid you all a good evening."

As the coliseum began to empty, Kaelen took a deep breath and glanced around at the other finalists. Forbes stood with an air of calm authority, Ethan gave a subtle nod in his direction, and Kelvin still had the apathetic look on his face as if the day had been nothing more than a warm-up for him.

The anticipation for tomorrow was palpable, but for now, Kaelen turned to leave the arena, his mind already strategizing for what lay ahead. The final stage awaited, and he knew it would demand everything he had—and more.