Transmigrating as an Extra, But the Heroine Has Regressed?!-Chapter 309: Kaigaku Vs Kael Ashford. 3.

One of the third-years scoffed from a high branch.

"Dodging isn’t fighting. That first-year is stalling."

Another replied, more intrigued, "No... look at his eyes. He’s reading Kaigaku’s flow. That’s dangerous."

"Dangerous?" someone laughed. "He’s just a first-year with no sword."

And it was true—

Kael stood empty-handed.

No blade.

No backup. No advantage.

Just his fists and raw instinct.

Cecelia couldn’t stay still.

Every time Kaigaku’s kick grazed Kael, her hand jerked forward. Every time Kael stumbled, her breath caught.

"Stop... stop going so close..." she whispered.

Elysia grabbed her wrist. "Don’t. You’ll interrupt the duel."

"I don’t care!" Cecelia snapped, eyes wet. "He’ll die if this continues!"

From a distance, even the third-years noticed her distress.

"Whoa... is that the Rank Fourth from the first year?"

"She’s about to run in. She actually cares?"

"That makes this more interesting."

Cecelia bit her lip so hard it bled.

"Kael... please don’t fall..."

Kaigaku Loses Patience.

Kaigaku slashed at Kael again, but Kael twisted his body sideways, the blade cutting only air.

Kaigaku roared, "USE A SKILL! FIGHT ME PROPERLY!"

Kael backstepped, sweating. "Not yet..."

"NOT. YET?"

Kaigaku’s aura flared violently—an explosion of wind and killing intent.

"I am RANK TWO of the second year!" he screamed. "You DARE disrespect me by running?!"

He shot forward with a burst so fast the crowd barely saw it.

Kael’s eyes widened.

Kaigaku vanished—

And appeared beside him.

The punch landed.

BAM!!!

Kael flew, skidding across the ground, tearing a trail across the dirt. His ribs screamed. His vision swayed.

His breath left him.

"KAEL!" Cecelia cried, nearly breaking past the line of students.

Elysia held her back, but even she looked pale.

"He took a direct hit... Can he stand?"

Third-years leaned forward sharply.

"That blow would have knocked out any normal first-year."

"He’s done."

"No one takes Kaigaku’s heavy strike and gets up."

And yet—

A trembling hand pressed against the shattered earth.

Kael pushed himself up.

Slowly...

Refusing to stay down.

Professors Sylvia and Professor Myra sense the clash.

On the far side of the academy, in the staff building—

Professor Sylvia’s tea cup trembled slightly.

"...Did you feel that?"

Myra paused mid-step. "A shockwave... from Ground One?"

Another professor frowned, sensing the disturbance.

"That felt like a second-year combat aura."

"No... it felt heavier. Someone is going all out."

Sylvia’s eyes narrowed. "Kael Ashford is there."

Myra’s heart tightened. "We should check—"

But another tremor shook the ground beneath them.

BOOM!

"We should go. NOW."

Kaigaku spat on the ground. "Still alive? Good. I’ll crush you again."

He dashed.

Kael barely rolled aside, the ground exploding behind him. His arms shook. His legs felt like jelly.

He couldn’t dodge forever.

Kaigaku’s fury surged, his attacks growing wilder.

Punches like boulders.

Kicks heavy enough to break bones.

A flurry of sword slashes that sliced the air.

Kael dodged—barely—his movements jerky and desperate.

But his eyes...

Still analyzing.

Still looking for ONE opening.

Kaigaku noticed.

"You’re STILL watching me?!" he screamed. "I’ll kill you for that!"

Another blow landed—Kael blocked with his forearm, bones rattling, pain shooting through him.

He staggered back.

Kaigaku raised his sword overhead.

"This ends NOW—!"

The crowd flinched.

Cecelia gasped, stepping forward—

"STOP!! KAEL!!"

Kael’s head slowly rose.

Dust fell from his hair.

His breath steadied.

His eyes...

Turned pitch black.

A low rumble echoed through the arena.

The ground hummed beneath his feet.

Kaigaku froze for just a moment—

A moment too long.

Kael whispered—

"...Astral..."

The air warped around his fist.

The third-years instantly stood up.

"No way—"

"That’s not beginner-level aura!"

"What is he—?!"

Kaigaku swung down with a roar.

Kael moved.

Fast.

Faster than he had all fight.

His fist blurred.

"Astral Punch!"

BOOOOOOM!!!

The shockwave blasted through the arena like thunder, shaking the viewing stands.

Dirt erupted. Students staggered backward.

Kaigaku blocked—

Or tried to.

His sword met Kael’s fist.

A metallic scream filled the air.

CHRRRRRRRRK—

SNAP!!!

The blade shattered into fragments.

Kaigaku’s eyes widened in disbelief.

"What—?!"

He was pushed back—sliding across the ground, boots carving lines into the earth.

He coughed once, breath knocked out of him.

Dead, complete silence.

Every student stared.

Every third-year leaned forward, stunned.

Even Kaigaku looked at the broken sword in his hand, shaking.

"His... sword broke...? From a punch...?"

"That’s impossible..."

"He doesn’t even HAVE a weapon!"

"A first-year did that? What rank is he actually?!"

Cecelia covered her mouth, tears trembling on her lashes.

"Kael..."

But Kael just stood there—

Breathing heavily...

Eyes still dark...

Fists clenched...

No sword.

No weapon.

Only raw, terrifying force.

Kaigaku’s expression twisted from shock—

To rage.

And finally...

A murderous grin.

"This..." he whispered, voice trembling, "just got interesting."

He tossed away the broken sword hilt.

"Let’s see how long you last WITHOUT a weapon."

Kael didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

He simply raised his fists.

Dust still swirled where Kaigaku’s sword had shattered. The last echo of Kael’s Astral Punch still trembled in the ground, like the earth itself hadn’t recovered from the impact.

Kaigaku stared at the fragments scattered across the arena floor.

"A first-year... broke my sword... with a FIST?"

Across the arena, students were frozen, stunned beyond belief.

"Isn’t that impossible...?"

"No... no way a first-year should have that strength."

"That wasn’t a beginner’s aura."

"That punch... felt like it shook the entire training grounds."

Even the third-years watching from the branches leaned forward, their expressions sharpened.

One third-year muttered, "This is not normal talent... this is monstrous."

But the most shocking thing wasn’t the punch.

It was Kael.

His blackened eyes reflected nothing but determination.

Kaigaku gritted his teeth and lowered his stance, fists tightening now that he was disarmed.

"You think breaking my sword will make me lose?" Kaigaku snarled. "I’m a combat fighter too!"

He dashed forward.

Kael moved.

The moment Kaigaku punched—

Kael slipped under it.

His fist shot up—

BAM!

The crowd gasped in unison.

Kaigaku flew back a few meters, rolling across the ground before catching himself.

"What—?!"

"He’s pushing Kaigaku back?!"

"Rank 2 of second year is getting overwhelmed?!"

Third-years exchanged glances.

"His physical strength is insane."

"And that speed... he wasn’t moving like that earlier."

Cecelia felt her heart pounding in her chest.

"Kael... you were hiding this? All this time?"

Kaigaku spat blood and wiped his mouth.

"You bastard... You were testing me before, weren’t you?"

Kael didn’t answer.

Instead, he sprinted forward.

Kaigaku barely had time to raise his arms—

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!!

Three rapid hits slammed into his guard, each one sending tremors through his body.

"What speed—!"

Kaigaku tried to counter, throwing a hook—

Kael tilted his body just enough to let the punch graze past him.

Then—

BAM!

Another clean hit to Kaigaku’s ribs.

"Gah—!"

Kaigaku stumbled backward.

The arena exploded with noise.

"He hit him AGAIN!"

"What kind of reaction time is that?!"

"Kaigaku can’t keep up with his footwork!"

"That first-year... he’s a monster..."

A third-year whispered under his breath, "I’ve seen fighters like him before... but never this young."

Kael stepped forward again.

For the first time—

Kaigaku stepped back.

Kaigaku Suffers Under the Pressure

"You’re kidding me..." Kaigaku muttered. "You’re faster than me? Stronger than me? NO!"

He lunged forward, unleashing a barrage of kicks and punches—violent, unpredictable.

But Kael’s body moved like a breeze.

He slipped.

He sidestepped.

He leaned.

And every movement created an opening.

Kael flashed forward.

His right fist blurred.

BAM!!!

Kaigaku’s breath was knocked out.

Kael didn’t let him recover.

He followed with another hit.

BAM!

And another.

BAM!

Kaigaku’s feet dragged backward across the floor.

His aura flickered.

His knees buckled.

And the crowd began to realize—

Kaigaku was being suppressed.

"Impossible..."

"Kaigaku can’t even defend properly..."

"Kael’s reading every movement...!"

"He’s dominating the close combat!"

Even the third-years couldn’t hide their expressions anymore.

"That boy... he’s not fighting with instinct alone. He’s analyzing everything."

"No wonder he dodged earlier—he was learning Kaigaku’s pattern."

"He’s suppressing a second-year ranker through pure combat skill."

Cecelia felt her hands shaking.

"Kael... just how strong are you?"

As Kaigaku panted, struggling to stay balanced, Kael exhaled softly.

His stance shifted.

Feet planted.

A silent rhythm pulsed around him.

Kaigaku’s eyes widened.

"W-Wait... that stance—"

Kael’s fists rose.

Not aura.

But a Pure technique.

A third-year whispered, shocked, "That’s... boxing footwork?"

"No," another corrected, "...that’s something beyond basic boxing. That flow... that killing intent... it’s refined."

Kaigaku braced himself.

The first punch landed.

BAM!

Then the second.

BAM! BAM!

Then it became a storm.

A relentless, unstoppable, controlled storm of fists, flowing like water, striking like thunder, precise like a master swordsman but with the brutality of a beast.

Kaigaku blocked one—

But five more slipped through.

He dodged—

But three caught him in the ribs.

He stepped back—

Kael matched his step instantly.

The arena shook with each hit.

BAM!

BAM!

BAM! BAM! BAM!

The speed was dreadful.

The sound was terrifying.

"Is he... is he not getting tired?!"

"He’s throwing dozens of punches!"

"No—hundreds!"

"How is this first-year still moving like that?!"

Kael was not exhausted.

If anything—

He looked MORE focused.

Kaigaku’s arms trembled.

His guard broke.

Kael’s fist crashed into his stomach—

"GAAHH—!!"

Kaigaku coughed, nearly collapsing.

A second-year student shouted nearby, "KAIGAKU, BLOCK—!"

He couldn’t.

Kael stepped in—

And unleashed another barrage.

Unlimited Boxing.

No pause.

Kaigaku was battered backward again and again, unable to regain footing.