ONLINE: Blades of Eternity-Chapter 234: PERCEPTION

In the VIP section of the Northern Wind Spire Coliseum, Griffo returned to his place beside Alden. Leaning slightly closer, he whispered in a hushed tone that only Alden could catch, "The item has been delivered, my lord."

Alden’s lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smirk, his golden eyes glinting momentarily with satisfaction. He didn’t reply verbally but nodded ever so slightly in acknowledgment.

Unbeknownst to them, seated a few rows away, Kael Dragonyx caught the subtle exchange. His sharp, seasoned gaze flicked to them for a fleeting moment, his expression unchanging, yet his thoughts now burdened with suspicion. Satisfied that nothing appeared out of the ordinary to the casual observer, Kael redirected his attention back to the arena.

Down below, the atmosphere was electric. The clash of scythes between Kelvin Bowel and Trent Wayne was nothing short of mesmerizing. Both combatants wielded their weapons with precision, each strike reverberating through the arena like thunder. However, it was clear who held the upper hand.

Kelvin, radiating an overwhelming aura of chaos, moved with deadly intent. The Orb of Chaos within him enhanced every motion, every swing of his dark scythe. The oppressive energy that emanated from him seemed to weigh on the entire arena, his presence like a living storm. Trent, despite his skill in necromancy and his own scythe techniques, was being backed into a corner, his movements increasingly sluggish under Kelvin’s relentless assault.

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As Kelvin uttered the chilling words, "Welcome to my domain," the arena seemed to shift. A sinister darkness spread outward, engulfing the mini arena in an ominous void that sent shivers through the spectators. Trent’s desperate attempts to summon his undead minions were swallowed by the suffocating darkness.

Kelvin’s voice echoed hauntingly, "In my world, your tricks mean nothing." With a devastating flourish, Kelvin unleashed his ultimate technique—World of Darkness. The shadows converged, slamming into Trent from all directions, leaving him helpless. The crowd gasped as Trent’s scythe fell from his grasp, clattering to the ground.

When the darkness receded, Kelvin stood victorious, his scythe resting casually on his shoulder. Trent lay unconscious on the arena floor, his defeat undeniable. The audience erupted into a mix of awe and unease at Kelvin’s dominance.

Back in the VIP section, Alden’s smirk deepened slightly as he murmured under his breath, "Impressive, but not invincible." Meanwhile, Kael’s piercing gaze remained focused on Kelvin, calculating and unwavering, his mind now juggling multiple plots brewing both in the arena and beyond.

Not long after, The coliseum fell silent as Kaelen Dragonyx stepped onto the arena once again. His calm, confident strides exuded a sharp intensity that sent ripples of anticipation through the crowd. This time, his target was Pine Hughes of the Dawning of Magic Academy as he pointed at him and muttered.

"I challenge you."

Pine, wielding his dual crescent blades, responded to Kaelen’s challenge with a grin, stepping forward with an aura of readiness as he spoke up confidently. "Right here and now, I will show you that there are levels to the brilliance a light can bring. And off cause, mine will surely end up the higher version."

"Well let’s see if your claim is true" Kaelen replied calmly with a solid smirk on his face as he faced Pine.

"Let the duel begin!!"

As Seraphine signaled the start of the duel, Pine wasted no time. He spun his crescent blades, sending a whirling storm of energy toward Kaelen. The twin arcs of light tore through the air, each slash aimed to carve through Kaelen’s defenses. Kaelen met the attack head-on, his disguised Blade of Eternity shimmering as he countered with a calculated series of parries. Sparks flew as their weapons clashed, filling the air with a metallic symphony.

’Such mastery....’ Castenada thought in surprise as he watched how Pine handled his crescent blade.

Pine’s mastery of the crescent blades was nothing short of remarkable. He moved with precision, his strikes blending into seamless combinations that forced Kaelen on the defensive. However, Kaelen’s calm demeanor never faltered. With each passing moment, he adapted to Pine’s patterns, studying the rhythm of his opponent’s movements.

Then came Kaelen’s turn to strike. He unleashed his Formless Swordplay, an unpredictable flurry of slashes that bent the flow of battle to his will. Pine gritted his teeth as he found himself on the back foot, struggling to keep up with the sheer fluidity of Kaelen’s attacks. Yet, he refused to back down, channeling the elemental energy of his crescent blades to unleash a powerful move he called out which is ’Lunar Cascade’, a sweeping attack that lit up the arena in a blinding burst.

But Kaelen didn’t flinch. He responded with his Thousand Fold Slash mixed within his Formless swordplay, a relentless storm of sword arcs that sliced through the Lunar Cascade, shattering Pine’s momentum. The crowd erupted into cheers and gasps as Kaelen’s blade danced with an almost otherworldly precision, carving a path through Pine’s defenses.

Pushed to his limits, Pine summoned all his remaining energy for one final assault. He leaped into the air, his crescent blades glowing brightly as he brought them down in a devastating double strike. Kaelen met the attack with his trump card still mixed with a new technique called ’the Sword Constellation’. His blade moved with celestial grace, creating an intricate pattern of light that enveloped the arena.

The two attacks collided, but Kaelen’s constellation overwhelmed Pine’s crescent blades, scattering their energy like stardust. Pine was forced to the ground, his weapons clattering to the side as he knelt, exhausted and defeated.

Kaelen stood tall, his Blade of Eternity humming with residual energy. He sheathed his weapon with a quiet resolve, offering Pine a respectful nod before turning to the roaring crowd. His victory was clear, and his dominance on the battlefield undeniable.

"Winner is Kaelen Dragonyx!" Seraphine announced boldly while Kaelen walked out of the arena.

In the VIP section, Kael Dragonyx leaned forward, his sharp gaze fixed on Kaelen. Castaneda, seated nearby, smirked subtly, clearly pleased with his student’s performance. For Kaelen, however, this was just another step forward, another challenge overcome on his path to proving himself.

As Kaelen walked back to his position amidst the other qualifiers, his calm demeanor carried the weight of his recent victory. Above the coliseum, hidden among the clouds, Aether silently observed him with a thoughtful gaze. The wind swept through the endless expanse of sky, but Aether’s focus remained fixed on Kaelen, his silver eyes glinting with intrigue.

"His strength... it’s grown significantly, Master" Aether mused to himself, his voice soft as if carried away by the breeze. "This boy, with each step, is walking toward something profound. But where will it lead him Master?"

As he spoke, a memory surfaced in Aether’s mind—a distant but vivid flashback.

He was standing on the edge of a sheer cliff, the ocean roaring far below. The salty air brushed against his skin, and beside him stood a man whose presence alone could still the wind. Alaric the Great, the founder of Pacesetters Academy and the forger of the Blade of Eternity, had his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the horizon as though he could see beyond it.

"Perception," Alaric had suddenly said, his voice steady and deep. "It’s the heart of mastery, Aether. Power, skill, experience—they all pale before the might of perception. To see what others cannot, to sense what others miss—when someone ascends to the pinnacle of perception, they can anticipate every move, every intention. They become invincible, untouchable."

Aether had listened intently, but his younger self had not fully grasped the weight of those words. He had thought perception was merely a tool, an enhancement of one’s instincts. Yet as the years passed, he came to understand the depth of Alaric’s wisdom.

Now, as he looked down at Kaelen, who stood quietly amidst the other qualifiers, a strange thought crossed his mind.

"Could it be possible?" Aether whispered. "Could this boy, wielding a blade that defies logic and a will that burns unyielding, walk the path toward that pinnacle?"

The clouds shifted slightly, revealing a patch of sunlight that illuminated Kaelen for a brief moment. Aether’s lips curled into a faint smile.

"If he does," Aether murmured, "the world of Valoria will tremble... and so will those who dare to stand against him. But I just hope I get to live long enough to see that day."

The flashback faded, leaving Aether alone in the clouds, his sharp gaze following Kaelen’s every movement as the crowd below roared for the next duel to commence.

Meanwhile, back in the coliseum, as soon as Kaelen arrived at his position amongst the participants, Ethan suddenly patted him on his shoulder as he spoke up with a slight smirk on his face. "Seems like it’s time for me to steal the show away from you."

"Well I would like to see you try. Good luck out there though" Kaelen replied with a slight smirk also on his face. "Thanks, I will need it" Ethan replied confidently before he walked off to the arena.