Galaxy Fall: All My Skills Are Maxed-Chapter 118: Mirabella VS Yakima

​"He actually injured her," Mirabella muttered in genuine surprise, pausing her candy-chewing. She intimately knew the catastrophic scale of Yakima’s strength from her previous life, but seeing the untouchable Guild Leader get injured by Hitachi, even if it was just a microscopic cut, was still a shocking deviation from her expectations.

​"The Soul Eyes have another absolute advantage, which allows the user to easily destroy any skill sent toward them before it connects... But Yakima actively used the eyes, and Hitachi still injured her. That’s why she froze up. She was completely not expecting an attack could bypass her perfect perception," Hayatobi explained from the stands, staring intently at the two combatants.

​"Fufufufu."

​"Huh?"

​Everyone in the arena was stunned into silence as Yakima, the stoic White Calamity, threw her head back and started laughing—a genuine, bell-like sound that starkly contrasted with the brutal aura she had just displayed.

​"You did good, Hitachi!! But tell me, how did you achieve this?" she asked, staring at him with a mix of predatory interest and genuine curiosity.

​"I am 100% positive I stopped the core of that attack," she added, her dual-colored eyes analyzing the residual energy in the air.

​Hitachi slowly stood back up, wiping the blood from his chin, his breathing ragged. "When I attacked with the Legendary-grade Soul Piercing, I simultaneously sent a physical needle created with my compressed smoke element. I made sure it was dense and tiny enough to hide perfectly within the massive energy signature of the primary attack. Because I was absolutely sure with your Soul Eyes, you would instantly detect the overwhelming energy of the main skill, which was much stronger than the tiny needle’s energy," he explained, staring back at her unflinchingly.

​"So you mathematically deduced I would focus my defense solely on neutralizing that massive energy source... while the physical needle passed cleanly through the shattered remnants." She stared at him, the realization dawning on her.

​"Your skill isn’t a passive, impenetrable defense. It just forcefully stops the specific attack you consciously set your eyes on," Hitachi concluded, revealing the minuscule blind spot in an otherwise perfect technique.

​"Wow, I can’t believe this... This academy actually managed to cultivate someone with a tactical mind like yours," Yakima nodded her head in deep respect.

​Before she could even make the offer, Hitachi raised a hand.

​"No worries, Guild Leader. I don’t want to join the Dragon Tooth Guild... I have my own goal," he said firmly, the image of his ruined clan flashing in his mind.

​"Fufufu... Ok, Hitachi... You passed this round with flying colors. You can go back to your seat."

​"It’s nothing. I only won that micro-exchange due to your mercy," Hitachi said with a deep, respectful bow, acknowledging the reality of their power gap.

​"If you had been completely serious from the very start, I would be dead before I could even form a clone," he added honestly.

​Yakima nodded at him in silent agreement as he turned and walked away.

​"Now!"

​Yakima turned her gaze toward the massive audience, her aura flaring once more. "Where is the last opponent?!" she yelled, her voice echoing off the obsidian walls.

​"I think you should probably rest before facing me."

​"....?!!"

​Yakima stiffened. Hitachi, who was still walking off the Arena, froze. Hayatobi and the entire audience were all utterly dumbfounded.

​’When did she get behind me?’ Yakima slowly looked over her shoulder, her Soul Eyes widening slightly as she saw Mirabella standing there, completely relaxed.

​’Even with my heightened perception and speed... I felt zero displacement of air. No, I think she used a high-tier spatial teleportation. That’s the only logical explanation,’ Yakima thought, turning fully around to face the anomaly.

​Hitachi leaped into the air, landing lightly in the VIP section in front of Hayatobi.

​"You did remarkably good, Hitachi... Have your rest and recover your depleted strength," Hayatobi said, clapping a heavy hand on the boy’s shoulder.

​He then lowered his gaze to the designated medical area. Austin and Aurelia were already surrounded by their elite attendants. Aurelia’s personal healer was frantically working to reverse the lingering necrotic paralysis. He exhaled a heavy sigh and turned his attention to Rose, seeing Lydia carefully healing his youngest daughter’s internal injuries.

​’Yakima truly went all out to prove a point. But... how exactly will she face Mirabella’s rule-breaking nature?’ He thought, lowering his anxious gaze back to the center of the arena.

​"Wow, that’s Senior Miss Mirabella!" a student yelled in surprise, leaning over the railing.

​"I hope she wins," Grace whispered in a low, trembling voice, her face filled with genuine concern for the girl who had helped them.

​"Don’t worry, Senior Sister has already won," Carl said, relaxing back into his stone seat, a confident, knowing smile on his face. He recognized a boss fight when he saw one, and Mirabella had the cheat codes.

​"How are you so sure about that?" Phillip asked, staring at Carl like he was crazy.

​"Just watch," Carl said simply.

​Down on the Arena, Yakima stared intensely at Mirabella, who stood perfectly still, the white stick of her candy protruding from her mouth.

​"Are you taking me for a joke?" Yakima asked, a deep, dangerous frown marring her beautiful features.

​"Joke? What did I do now?" Mirabella asked in genuine, wide-eyed confusion.

​"Licking a sweet in the middle of a high-tier combat training!!" Yakima yelled, pointing a finger at the offending candy.

​"Really? Now you’re getting angry just because of my sweet? You’re such a headache," Mirabella gave an exaggerated eye roll and calmly continued licking her sweet, savoring the strawberry flavor.

​"Ok then."

​Yakima’s patience snapped. The black star pupil in her gray eyes spun violently once again.

​"Huh?"

​Mirabella stopped mid-lick. She casually moved her gaze around the new environment, staring at the bleached human bones scattered all over the blood-soaked ground. She looked up at the crimson sky, seeing Yakima levitating before her.

​"Today, I will show you exactly what arrogance leads to!!" Yakima yelled, her voice booming across the mental domain. Tens of thousands of rusted weapons rose into the air, spinning violently like deadly buzzsaws.

​"Wow, she is really angry," Mirabella muttered, completely unfazed by the apocalyptic scenery. She lazily removed the sweet from her mouth, raised her left hand, and casually bit down on her own index finger, drawing a drop of bright red blood.

​"You? How?"

​Yakima asked, her voice cracking as the illusion instantly shattered like fragile glass. She was back in the physical arena, staring at Mirabella, who lowered her bleeding finger. The tiny wound glowed faintly and instantly healed without a scar.

​"Come on now, guild leader. All mental illusion abilities always have a hard-coded escape route." Mirabella said, placing her sweet back into her mouth.

​’This is incredibly strange...’ Yakima thought, her analytical mind racing.

’Even if all high-tier illusions have escape routes, those specific routes are determined by the caster of the illusion. She hasn’t ever fought me before, so how did she instantly know that inflicting physical pain on herself would break her out of my specific frequency? Who really is this girl?’ Yakima stared at Mirabella with a deeply serious expression, recognizing a true threat for the first time today.

​Mirabella smiled warmly around her candy, her eyes crinkling in amusement.

​’Oh, Yakima. I have fought your digital ghost five hundred times in my previous life’s raid logs dungeon... Although you wiped my party in all those simulated battles, you absolutely won’t win this one.’ Mirabella thought, already holding a complete mental index of her opponent’s skill arsenal, attack patterns, and fatal counter-attack windows.