Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 346: At a Disadvantage?

Silvanus, managing to dodge that attack, clearly hadn’t been part of Thomas’s expectations.

He had intended to end the fight with a single blow—not only to demonstrate his power but also to showcase the glory of his clan.

But Silvanus—Silvanus had actually managed to evade it!

Silvanus gave him no time to recover. He raised his hand, his palm opening slightly. From above, countless radiant arrows of light materialized, gleaming with sharp brilliance.

Don’t ask why he didn’t use any other spell—having just entered the academy, with only vague theoretical knowledge, he hadn’t yet updated his repertoire of magic.

No matter. Old spells still worked just fine.

Silvanus’s body shot upward, rising into the air. At the exact moment, his arm swept downward!

A torrent of arrows rained down like bullets, the storm of light nearly swallowing Thomas’s towering figure whole.

The fury burning in Thomas’s bloodline nearly drove him mad—the power coursing through his veins boiled over, making it difficult for him to restrain his strength.

The arrows left him not a single inch to dodge, engulfing him completely without hesitation.

It all happened so fast—until suddenly, a streak of bluish-white lightning burst through the rain of arrows, shooting outward from the center like a blinding flash aimed straight at Silvanus!

Silvanus’s eyes widened. Catching the wind, he swiftly dodged—but it wasn’t over. The lightning suddenly twisted, transforming into a streak of pure thunder and vanishing right before his eyes!

A chill ran down Silvanus’s spine—a surge of instinctive dread. Danger!

And then, Thomas’s tall figure appeared behind him!

Silvanus reacted just as quickly. In an instant, a massive blade of condensed light formed in his hand, the wind gathering around him as he swung the blade backward with force!

But—he missed again!

The blade sliced through a flash of lightning, Thomas having slipped away in that split second—at that speed and that distance!

The battle’s tension was so thick that even the spectators fell silent. Eyes wide, they watched in disbelief—but even from outside the barrier, they could barely catch a glimpse of Thomas’s movements.

He was simply too fast!

Silvanus’s light blade swept across the air, leaving behind a dazzling arc that stretched all the way to the edge of the golden barrier, striking it with a resounding, resonant thud—like something colliding with a wall of solid stone.

This time, Thomas did not reappear immediately. Only flickering streaks of lightning across the arena showed that he was still there—waiting for the perfect moment to strike again.

Outside the barrier, a petite girl—barely one meter twenty tall—floated beside Elder Walther. She seemed to be sitting midair, her legs swinging lazily as the oversized sleeves and hem of her robe fluttered gently with her every subtle movement.

Her brown hair was tied into two bunches on either side of her head, resembling a pair of cat ears. Her amber eyes were fixed intently on the duel below, her lips curved in a playful smile that revealed two sharp fangs. With her small nose and feline eyes, the little girl truly looked like an adorable cat.

"Walther, it seems the younger generation of your clan is getting more and more impressive. But really, why pick on a student who’s only been here a week? Goodness, I’ve said it before—your clan should focus on teaching your juniors some manners instead of just building up their muscles and brute strength. You’re all like a bunch of beasts who only know how to fight, ha ha." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

The girl’s voice was sweet and childlike—almost cute—if one ignored the cutting words hidden within.

Walther didn’t even glance her way. His tone was cold as he replied, "I am Elder Walther, not Walther Fulmen. Don’t waste those words on me, Nicole."

Nicole covered her mouth and giggled softly, her oversized sleeves folded before her chest, making her appear even smaller.

Elder Nicole—a "monster" of overwhelming power trapped in the body of a child. Despite her harmless and adorable appearance, anyone who truly knew her would never actually find her cute or harmless.

Nicole chuckled again, her catlike eyes glinting as she asked, "So, are you going to save Silvanus?"

Walther stayed silent. Nicole, clearly amused, watched his expression closely before teasing, "Hypocrite." She tilted her chin up and smirked slyly. "Besides... we don’t even know who’ll be the one needing saving yet, do we?"

At that very moment inside the arena, Thomas’s figure flickered in and out of sight—appearing, striking in a flash, then vanishing again without a trace.

Even with Silvanus’s reaction speed far beyond ordinary, he couldn’t altogether avoid Thomas’s blows. Though his evasions softened the force of the attacks, the lightning-infused punches still sent waves of pain through his nerves, leaving his body tingling and numb.

Thud!

Another heavy punch landed squarely on his chest, sending Silvanus crashing into the barrier. Smoke and crackling arcs of lightning flared where the impact hit.

Thomas’s momentum carried him forward, but just as he advanced, a spear of radiant light suddenly appeared before him, forcing him to retreat.

Although Thomas’s attacks came at blinding speed, each time he moved, Silvanus seemed to anticipate his next step—blocking just in time and preventing Thomas from unleashing his whole flurry of consecutive strikes.

Thomas clenched his teeth, veins bulging across his neck and forehead from the sheer frustration. The lightning flickering around his fists began scorching his skin, leaving patches of blackened burns and a sharp, searing pain.

He tightened his grip. It’s fine... just a little more. Once Silvanus lost the strength to block or dodge, his next strike would be the one, the perfect moment to crush Silvanus’s bones into dust!

There was a reason behind Thomas’s confidence.

Because Silvanus’s current state was absolutely miserable.

Blood streaked his forehead and the corner of his lips, and his body was covered in bruises and wounds. Thomas’s punches were so powerful that Silvanus suspected that if he hadn’t dodged and deflected most of the force, his flesh and bones would have been pulverized together.

The pain made every breath ragged and heavy—perhaps it was also because of that last punch to the chest...

"Kh... kh... kh...!" Silvanus suddenly doubled over, coughing violently, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood. His golden hair fell over half his face, hiding his expression from view.

Crackling arcs of lightning hissed through the air—the sound of Thomas’s return.

High above, Thomas looked down at Silvanus with contempt, a cruel grin spreading across his face.

"Hurts, doesn’t it? Ha ha ha! Looks like you’re not laughing anymore, are you?!"