Chapter 42: Valtor
"Blood Mist!? Wasn\'t his strength barely at the 5th-star Acolyte realm? How is his physique now above 8th-star?"
"It\'s impossible. Unless he has been hiding his strength, he it\'s impossible to develop three stars and connect them in the blink of an eye!"
"If his control of the rune magic is high enough, he might actually be able to control blood magic!"
As the bloody mist escaped Tron\'s pores,enveloping him, the surrounding 30 or so acolytes were dumbfounded.
Xeiren\'s expression finally had a minute change, but he did not hesitate to chop downwards. Right behind him, Xavier took three steps back while shouting, "Although he is already 15 years old, his talent in magic is astonishing. He must have obtained a some treasure. Brother, you must kill him!"
"Cut the crap!"
Xeiren knew exactly what he had to do. Tron was already so strong now, crossing over two entire stars to battle with him. So long as he continued to develop, he would become a strong enemy.
Without hesitation, Xeiren\'s raised his right hand, his fingers curled while the index finger as well as his middle finger straightened, pointing at Tron as it formed a sword knife.
At that moment, the temperature dropped drastically as another gigantic crystal blade appeared before him.
With a simple flick, the the 2-meter icy sword pierced though the air with intense speed. Sonic boom echoed as the air resistance was torn apart.
The crystal blade of ice left an icy trail in the air like a shooting star as a layer of frost appeared on the ground.
Xeiren staked his entire mana on the spell, enhancing it to the early sixth-star, piercing the blade towards Tron\'s throat.
Tron raised his head high to the sky, a menacing smile on face as he let out a wild laugh.
"Hahahaha. Such strength..."
"If only you knew, I alone am the honored one!"
"BOOM!"
His bloodshot eyes suddenly opened up, glowing like the starry skies as he locked in on the attack.
This was a moment of life and death!
Tron let out a cold smile and suddenly raised his hands.
"DING!"
Tron actually reached out with his hand and grasped the tip of the 2-meters long blade with his bare hands. With a kacha sound, the crystal sword was tightly held in a death grip. Yet, no matter how Xeiren moved his mana, he was unable to make the icy sword budge even an inch within Tron\'s hands!
"What!?"
The acolytes were once again treated to a shocking sight.
He had actually used his bare hands to receive the blade, and he had even succeeded.
Xavier looked as though he had been struck by lightning.
It was only at this time that Xeiren\'s expression changed immensely. He could feel a ferocious and horrifying strength coming from within Tron\'s body. It completely suppressed his grip.
"Xavier, get Valtor!" At this point in time, Xeiren was already shocked. He could only rely upon his genius brother, Valtor.
However, his voice was cut off midway.
Tron had used his other free hand to form a fist and had pummelled Xeiren right in his chest.
"BOOM!"
An explosive sound reverberated as Xeiren\'s protective barrier was smashed into pieces.
"Uffh!"
Xeiren\'s chest caved in. He spat out a mouthful of blood and crumpled to the ground like a shrimp. His viscera had been completely shattered. The blood that flowed out was all black.
"Brother..."
Xavier\'s face was pale as he dropped onto his knees.
In just a moment, Xeiren\'s supposed great victory had turned into his death.
The battleground had become eerily quiet. All of the students began to retreat. All of them looked at Tron with shock. The crimson fog that wreathed Tron would inevitably become a nightmare for some.
Almost no one here was stronger than him.
"You thought you\'d actually escape?"
Tron\'s smiling face turned towards Xavier as he asked.
He retrieved the Space Render blade and started walking towards Xavier step by step.
Kneeling Xavier\'s face was completely blank, it looked as though his soul had been broken.
"Raise your head." Tron lifted the his blade, looking down on him.
"Tr, Tron, my younger brother, Valtor..."
Xavier spoke with great difficulty. Both his eyes were full of bloody tears and snort. After all, he was only just a younbg boy. It was a pity that he only understood the meaning of regret at this point.
"It might be boring over there for her, shouldn\'t you go over also to accompany her?"
Xavier felt as though his chest was been pressed down by a mountain as he struggled to breath.
This sight caused everyone to feel suffocated.
"Whoosh!"
After saying those words, his blade swept out in an arc. Xavier\'s head was knocked flying from the impact and rolled off the Astra Arena.
With the death of Xavier, the fury in Tron\'s heart didn\'t completely subside but it was tamed at the moment. He stood on top of Astra Arena\'s Platform, his muscles rapidly vibrating as his body went back to its normal size.
All of the acolytes were looking at him.
Tron was clear that what awaited him would only be retribution. Karma was sown that day. No matter what, he had still killed five people of repute, so there would definitely be consequences.
This was the Darkbane Academy\'s rules.
"Xavier, Xietien..."
As Xavier\'s head had rolled away, there was a man who emerged out of the magus mist far away. He was accompanied by several youths. As they rushed over, what they rode was not a Mutated Beast but instead, a massive eagle on the verge of becoming a magical beast!
That group of youths descended from the top of the roc. They were actually not acolytes but Mages! All of them were at least Elite students of the academy!
They were an extremely strong group of individuals. They had all surpassed the acolyte realm, combining the 9 stars in the acolyte realm, expanding and transforming their mana pool to a river!
One of them was a 14-year-old youth. He was not really tall and had delicate facial features like that of a female. He had a head of long hair which shone with blue light, and even his gaze would inadvertently release blue fluorescent rays. He was surrounded by a group of students, and just as they had rushed over, they saw the scene of Tron decapitating Xavier and executing Xeiren.
He was the 14-year-old demonic genius, Valtor.