Creation Of All Things-Chapter 32: Sparring 3

The moment Aria vanished, the air itself seemed to shatter.

BOOM!

A sonic shockwave exploded outward from where she had stood, sending dust and debris flying in all directions. The rock golem's glowing eyes barely had time to register the movement before—

CRACK!

A fist smashed straight through its chest.

Chunks of stone erupted from the impact as Aria's hand tore through solid rock like it was paper. The golem let out a guttural roar, stumbling back, but before it could react—

BANG!

Aria flipped backward and kicked its head clean off. The massive stone head spiraled through the air before smashing into the arena wall, embedding itself deep into the structure.

The entire arena went silent for half a second.

Then—

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

The crowd erupted in disbelief.

The boy, who had been controlling the golem, stumbled backward, his face pale. His connection to the construct had been severed instantly. But before he could even think of a backup plan—

WHOOSH!

Aria was already in front of him.

"Wha—?"

She grabbed his collar and lifted him off the ground with one hand. His legs kicked uselessly in the air.

"You sure you wanna keep going?" she asked casually, tilting her head.

The boy's eyes darted toward his partner. "Jade—!"

Shhrrkkk!

The air was already screaming.

Jade had sent all her blades flying at once, a storm of razor-sharp violet energy whistling through the air toward Aria. There was no way to dodge them all.

Aria didn't even try.

She let them hit.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The blades snapped on impact.

Not a scratch.

Jade froze, her mouth slightly open.

"...What?"

Aria grinned.

"My turn."

She threw the boy.

Not with force—just enough for him to land a few feet away, rolling to a stop. But the instant he hit the ground, she was already moving toward Jade.

FWOOOSH!

Aria's figure blurred. One moment she was standing still—the next, she was right in front of Jade.

The girl barely had time to react.

BAM!

A knee slammed into her stomach.

Jade's body folded inward as all the air in her lungs escaped at once. Her vision blurred—she couldn't even process what just happened before she was already flying.

BOOM!

She crashed into the arena floor, a deep crater forming where she landed.

The crowd lost it.

"Holy SHIT—!"

"That's not normal! No way that's normal!"

"She just—she just—!!"

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The boy shakily got back to his feet, looking at Jade, then at Aria, then back at Jade.

Aria turned to him, rolling her shoulders. "Wanna keep going?" she asked.

The boy opened his mouth.

Then closed it.

He looked at Jade, still groaning in the crater.

He looked at the rock golem's head, embedded in the arena wall.

He swallowed hard.

"...No. I'm good."

Aria clapped her hands together, stretching. "Whew. That was fun."

Jade groaned from the ground. "Fun for who…?" she muttered.

Dean Wren sighed heavily. "Alright, I think we've seen enough."

The crowd erupted into cheers.

Aria stretched her arms over her head, cracking her neck. "So? Who's next?" she grinned.

Silence.

Not a single person stepped forward.

Alfred whistled. "Yeah, I figured." He gave Aria a thumbs-up. "That was badass."

Aria just smirked, looking around at the stunned faces in the crowd.

This school was gonna be fun.

Tatia stared at the little girl in the ring, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Wait… I thought she hated physical stuff? Wasn't she always buried in books?" she asked, turning to Adam.

Adam let out a low chuckle, rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah, I thought so too."

But now it all made sense.

He glanced at Aria, who was stretching her arms like she hadn't just wiped the floor with two students. The way she moved, the sheer power behind her strikes—there was no way this was just normal training.

Adam sighed, already piecing it together.

"...She must've raided my stash."

Tatia blinked. "Huh?"

Adam shook his head, smirking. "I had some leftover cores and fruits in my room. She must've found them and helped herself." He glanced toward the edge of the arena, spotting Alfred and Gloria watching with suspiciously amused expressions.

"Yeah… and judging by their faces, they got in on it too."

Tatia slowly turned back to Aria, who was now casually challenging the entire arena with a grin.

"...That little monster," she muttered.

Watching her granddaughter challenge everyone, Tatia couldn't help but feel a swell of pride. It reminded her of her younger days—fearless, untouchable.

But now, her eyes shifted to her grandson.

She wanted to see what he could do.

Without taking her eyes off Alfred, she spoke, her voice calm but firm.

"Wren, bring him a challenger. Someone from the upper years."

Her face was unreadable, but Wren wasn't fooled. He knew that beneath that cool exterior, Tatia was buzzing with excitement.

She wanted her grandchildren to shine.

Wren smirked, rubbing his chin. "An upper-year, huh? Alright then."

He turned to the gathered students, scanning the crowd. "Listen up! Who among you seniors is brave enough to take on Alfred?"

A wave of murmurs spread through the arena. Some of the upper-year students looked hesitant, eyes flicking toward Alfred, who stood there with his hands in his pockets, looking completely unfazed.

Then—

"I'll do it."

A tall figure stepped forward. He had a lean, muscular build, sharp golden eyes, and a confident smirk. His uniform was slightly unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up like he couldn't be bothered with rules.

"Senior Cain…" someone whispered in the crowd.

"He's a fourth-year. One of the strongest in the academy!"

The moment Cain stepped into the ring, the atmosphere shifted. Even Aria, who was watching from the side, raised an eyebrow.

Alfred, on the other hand, just grinned.

"Not bad," he said, rolling his shoulders. "I was hoping for someone interesting."

Cain cracked his knuckles. "I don't hold back. Hope you can keep up, junior."

The crowd erupted with cheers as the fight was about to begin.