SHATTERED REALM: FORGOTTEN ECHOES-Chapter 193: Provocation III

In just a few seconds, a few figures flashed towards the group.

Lynnor stared impassively from above, glancing at the one in the lead, before looking back at Aramith and the few below.

Aramith turned around as the new faces appeared.

A crash resounded as they landed before them with force, causing cracks to spread out as dust clouds rose into the air.

"Ooh, dramatic entrance." Lynnor almost laughed. There were five of them in total, all wearing Forsaken Peak Academy uniforms with deep rust colored edges.

Aramith was calm, waiting to know if they were there to cause trouble as well.

"I heard there was a new rat.

Didn't expect it to reek so much, I could smell it from afar," a young male in the lead said.

Lydan opened his mouth to say something, but before he could even utter a sound, the young male glared at him.

"How useless can you be? You said you'd deal with this, yet this is how pathetic you're appearing?" He turned to the ice wall that separated Jade from the rest, then pointed a finger.

A beam of energy shot from his finger to the ice wall, passing right beside Aramith's cheek.

His hair fluttered as it passed him, smashing into the ice wall.

Boom!

Jade flinched, afraid she'd be hit.

The ice wall exploded, sending ice shards scattering.

But before the shards could pose a threat to anyone, the young man nodded, and a girl behind him waved.

A strong gust of wind rose, picking up the shards and throwing them away at a safe distance.

Lydan sighed in relief, seeing that Jade was unharmed. Jade, now free, rushed to Lydan's side to check on his injuries.

The young man now noticed Lynnor, who was watching lazily from above.

He frowned at her, then turned to Lydan.

"You two are still not over with your obsession with her?" He sneered.

He turned to Lynnor.

"This crazy woman is only a teacher because the Rector pities her. She has no skills to qualify her as a teacher. Such a useless person should be kicked out before she causes any more trouble."

Mozrael was shocked at how vicious this student's words were. How could he say that about a teacher?

She turned to Lynnor, but was surprised to see that she only stared at them as if she couldn't bear to waste any time on them.

She couldn't even be bothered with what he said to her.

"Bugs."

She wasn't loud, but that one word was heard by everyone, and it was clear to whom she was directing it.

The young man's face darkened.

"You shouldn't be pushing your luck, you crazy! You're nothing like a teacher, and all you do is cause trouble. And..." He squinted at Aramith's group.

"You've already started packing trash into the Academy.

I didn't even have to ask around, but I know the only reason why they're all saying he won the competition for us is that you cheated for them."

"Look how skinny and pale he looks. With this lousy form, he'd collapse before even landing a hit, much less winning a tournament." He laughed, and sneers came from behind him as well.

"We all know Forsaken Peak hasn't been able to come in the top twenty, and you're telling me this trash you picked up somewhere came out first? Ha! Then just tell me he's the top student amongst us here now."

Lynnor rolled her head. Idiot, isn't that what I've been saying this whole time?

"Anyways, since they're new here, I decided to come teach them a few lessons. I hope you won't mi—"

"Yeah, do whatever you want. Just don't take long," Lynnor suddenly cut him off and waved him away like he was some bug.

He hated how she cut him off, but he quickly composed himself and waved at those behind him.

Three of them suddenly shot at Aramith's group.

"Don't do too much, just match their strength till they stop," Aramith quickly ordered.

Mozrael and Sylvia nodded and each met their opponents.

The young man smiled as he watched them battling.

He noticed that Sylvia didn't draw her weapon and looked satisfied. They couldn't even take out their weapons in time.

"Let's see how long you can last."

Aramith's expression remained unchanged as he faced his opponent. The boy who attacked him was very aggressive in his attacks and didn't even waste a second between attacks.

Aramith parried all attacks with ease, and this excited the boy.

"Can't fight back? So your lazy and incompetent teacher couldn't even teach you how to stand your ground against someone."

In just a short while, they'd exchanged so many blows that it was surprising no one had taken any damage.

Aramith didn't reply and just watched him steadily.

The boy waited a few seconds, then he lunged low, then twisted upward—too fast for a normal opponent.

Sylvia and Mozrael weren't any different. They easily met their opponents, blocking every attack without breaking a sweat..

But now and then, Mozrael would glance at Aramith, worried that something would go wrong, but Aramith was fine.

Even with that knowledge, she still couldn't stop herself from checking up on him.

The young man who led the group noticed the look of worry on Mozrael's face.

Looking at how Mozrael hadn't defeated her opponent and kept glancing at Aramith, he made a conjecture that satisfied him deeply.

"Sigh...how disappointing," Lynnor suddenly sighed and sat down. "This is more boring than watching snails mating."

The young man watched carefully, but after a short while, he noticed something.

Even though they'd exchanged so many blows, they hadn't been injured in the slightest. Not even a strand of hair had separated from their body.

But in the same way, they also hadn't landed a single hit.

"They're not evenly matched. They only know how to defend themselves. So stupid, if defending is all they can do, how can you say this shitty boy took first place?" he frowned.