Awakened: Evolving to Godhood

"Xenon group bitches, the weakest ones are out of the picture. Let's fight and see which group is better!"

"Haha, I didn't expect that you would still have the face to say such words after you failed to put up a fight with the Weakest among the King's Aid. Your skin sure is thicker than steel."

"Says the silk pant young master who doesn't even have enough courage to challenge one of the king's aid."

"Coward?! You dare say that to me?!"

"Haha, you gave up on the love of your life just because the king set his eyes on her. You literally got cuckolded by him! If you're not a coward, then what are you?!"

The onlookers could see that the words this student said put an entire ocean worth of salt on the other student's past wound, opening them again.

"You asshole! I will kill you with my own hand!"

"I'm afraid that a coward like you doesn't have such capabilities."

They exchanged a few threatening and taunting words, then rushed towards one another, covering the distance between them in a couple of seconds Right after, both sides released their superpowers upon each other.

Eliseo, Marshall, and the King's Aid stood close to each other as they watched how the members of their groups defeated the leaders as well as the members of three different groups. They were purposely not participating in the fight, not only because they wanted to reserve their strength for their fight against Elliot and let the members of their groups gain experience through this fight but also because they were so strong that getting involved in such a small scale fight will make the fight meaningless.

The members of their groups had it hard as they were less in number in comparison to their opponents. Still, they weren't getting defeated as they were far more skillful, and their teamwork was also slightly better.

They ended up defeating their opponents.

Of course, it wasn't a flawless victory as three of them were out cold, sprawled on the ground with eyes closed. Some of them were critically injured and weren't in a condition to continue and the rest of them were only mildly injured. There were a few scratches on their skin and a few bruises on their faces. Nothing much to worry about.

"Three great leaders, we have defeated the enemies and completed the mission you gave up."

The advisors of their groups said after bowing on one knee before them.

"I saw how you performed in the battle, and I must say, your improvements have impressed me," Marshall said while smiling at them with an amiable expression on his usually stern face

Eliseo placed his hand on the shoulder of his advisor, then said, "You guys did well."

The King's aid looked at the members of the group and said, "Take a rest and heal your injuries."

His advisor was taken aback by his words, and thus, she asked, "My lord, you mean?"

Warren replied, "Leave the rest to us."

"We will go and defeat the other groups," Eliseo added to clear the look of confusion on their faces.

"Once we are done, we will regroup and then launch an attack on that cocky bastard and his group members."

Right after Marshall said those words, he and the other two leaders split up, charging towards six different groups. While the members of their group sat down to rest, recovering their magic energy and stamina as the healers heal them from their injuries.

Out of the hands of the Eliseo, a large amount of emerald participate surged out, dispersing into his surrounding.

"Wrath of Zephyr!"

Each of the emeralds expanded to the size of a football, then exploded.

A heavy gust of wind smashed on some unlucky participants, unlucky because they happen to be in the way of his blind shot.

They were hurled out of the arena as Eliseo charged towards the members of their groups at a very high speed, so fast that he almost looked blurry in the eyes of the onlookers.

"Descend of the Sun and Moon!"

At the opposite corner of the arena, where Marshall stood, flames and icy storms manifested in thin air. The onlookers could see them swirling around as they covered the distance between them before crashing. The impact created massive explosions, and hot and cold air gushed outwards. Fire seared the air, and coldness permeated the surroundings, creating a song of winter and summer.

As the song raged on, several participants were eliminated.

The groups near the King's aid Warren rushed towards him at the same time, manifesting Bright Red Fireballs, powerful sonic blast, chaotic waterfall, and wind blades as sharp as knives in the air and bringing them down at him.

One of the eyes of the silver-haired boy wearing a black and white robe snapped open before their attacks could reach him. His inky, black eyes were eerily black to the point the ones looking at it felt like they were staring right into the depth of the abyss.

Right after, he unsheathed the sword from the scabbard strapped around his waist, then he casually brandished it only one time. In the very next split of a second, a vast black line stretched in the space right in front of the attacks that were coming down towards him.

Boom

Boom

Boom

The moment the attacks passed through the black lines, they got chopped in two parts and then burst apart, creating a resounding reverberation that reached everyone's ears.

"Bullshit! I call dips on that!

"This is ridiculous!"

"How can a magician in the channel opening stage be so ridiculously strong?!"

Everyone's eyes widened in surprise, and their mouths gape in shock when they saw how easily Warren destroyed all the attacks with a casual swing of his sword.

"How could it be? How could he endure the attacks of our two groups combined?" One of the participants said while feeling shocked out of his wits.

Warren closed his right eye, then calmly moved his face towards them before saying, "Will you give up?"

"No! We're not going down without a fight!"

"Then, don't blame your senior for hurting you," Warren said before his left eye opened, revealing an eye socket as white as a virgin's panties or a baby pamper before they get soiled by shit stains.

His hand moved, and his sword blurred as a slash wound burst open on the chest of each of the participants in front of him, blood bursting out their bodies as they dropped to the ground, unconscious but still breathing.

In less than four seconds, he defeated more than ten magicians. Then, he closed his left eye.

"Now, only that arrogant brat is left." The three leaders thought while looking towards Elliot.