ONLINE: Blades of Eternity-Chapter 251: TORRENTIAL DOWNPOUR

Rafaela, standing beside Kent, furrowed her brows as she glanced at Alaric, who was barely standing yet still radiating a fierce fighting spirit.

"We should finish this quickly," she suddenly suggested, turning to Kent. "Helen and I can handle it."

Helen, the gloomy dark magic user, simply nodded, her eerie aura pulsating like a shadow waiting to consume its prey.

But Kent merely raised a hand, stopping them both.

A calm yet absolute refusal.

"No need," Kent said, his smile unwavering. "I'll do it myself."

'Looks like there is no saving him then'

Rafaela sighed but didn't push further as she looked at the 13 years old in pity. As for Helen, she just tilted her head, offering no further argument.

Meanwhile, across the arena—

Alaric, still gasping for air, planted his feet firmly on the cracked arena floor.

His blood boiled.

His pride roared.

'it is now or never'

If this was his last stand—

Then he would make sure they all remembered his name.

With one deep breath, he extended both arms, his mana surging violently.

The air around him exploded in turbulence.

And then—

WHOOSH!

Multiple colossal wind tornadoes erupted from thin air—

Simultaneously.

Each one spiraling with terrifying speed, tearing through the arena floor like a force of nature unleashed.

The sheer magnitude of the magic sent waves of gasps throughout the coliseum.

Even among the participants, those who were already seated shot to their feet in disbelief.

"He can still conjure magic at that level?" Morris muttered from the Pacesetters Academy section, eyes narrowed.

Forbes whistled lowly. "Damn. He's going all out."

Even Kaelen, though quiet, watched intently.

Yet, despite the deafening winds, despite the tornadoes ripping apart the battlefield—

Kent Harrow remained unmoved.

The chaos around him didn't faze him.

Instead, his smile widened.

His eyes gleamed with excitement.

And he muttered under his breath—

"This should be fun."

And just then—

Kent finally moved.

He walked forward, completely unhurried, as if the howling storms around him were nothing more than a gentle breeze.

Alaric gritted his teeth, extending his hand forward.

With a roar, he commanded—

"Tear him apart!"

At his command, the tornadoes converged—

CRASH!

The massive vortexes collapsed upon Kent's location, creating a maelstrom of wind and destruction.

The entire coliseum shook.

Dust and debris exploded outward.

For a moment—

Everything disappeared in a blinding storm.

Alaric panted, dropping to one knee.

'Please be down.'

He had put everything into that.

That had to do something.

It had to.

But then—

A voice.

Calm. Clear. Untouched.

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"I admit, that was decent."

Alaric's eyes snapped open.

As the wind and dust cleared—

Kent Harrow stood at the very center of the devastation.

Completely unscathed.

A golden aura shimmered faintly around him, dispersing the remaining wind magic like it was child's play.

His hands were still in his pockets.

His expression?

Still that same, infuriatingly confident smile.

The arena fell into stunned silence.

Alaric's breath caught in his throat.

"…Impossible," he muttered, his body trembling.

He had just thrown everything he had.

And yet—

Kent hadn't even moved.

"This…" Kaelen whispered from the stands, eyes narrowing. "This is the Affinity God's power?"

Even Kelvin, watching from the Valen Military Academy section, had a dark glint in his eyes.

Back in the arena, Kent finally lifted his hand.

With a flick of his wrist—

BOOM!

The space around him warped, mana rippling outward like waves.

Suddenly—

Alaric's entire body locked up.

His muscles seized, his movements restricted—

His magic—

Gone.

Alaric's eyes widened in terror.

"What…?!"

Kent chuckled softly, tilting his head.

"Your affinity is Wind, right?" he mused.

His fingers snapped.

Instantly—

The very air around Alaric vanished.

A suffocating vacuum enveloped him, crushing his lungs, stealing his breath.

Alaric staggered, gasping.

Kent took another step forward.

And this time—

There was no amusement in his eyes.

Just absolute dominance.

"Let me show you the power of true affinity control."

The entire coliseum watched in breathless anticipation.

Kaelen clenched his fists.

Forbes exhaled sharply.

Kelvin's expression darkened further.

As for Alaric—

His vision blurred, his consciousness waning.

Kent stood before him, his presence overwhelming—

Like an untouchable monarch gazing down at a defeated challenger.

And for the first time—

Alaric Stormfell felt true helplessness.

The end of the duel was near.

Standing tall amidst the devastated arena, Kent Harrow exuded an aura of absolute dominance. His golden energy shimmered faintly, suppressing everything in his presence.

He took a step forward, tilting his head slightly as his usual amused smile remained intact.

"Give up," he said, his voice calm yet commanding.

It wasn't a taunt.

It wasn't arrogance.

It was a simple fact.

A truth that everyone could see—

Alaric couldn't win.

Alaric's knees trembled, his body still reeling from Kent's overwhelming power. His mind screamed at him to submit.

For a brief moment, his fingers twitched as if about to make the surrender gesture.

But just then—

Flashes of memory surged through him.

—Countless days under his father's harsh training, forced to endure bone-breaking drills under the ruthless Stormfell family regimen.

—The suffocating pressure of expectations.

—The anguish of knowing his two younger sisters were still suffering under the family's rigid traditions, relying on him to change their fate.

His breath hitched.

His fists clenched.

And suddenly—

His fear burned away.

'NO!'

He couldn't give up now.

He wouldn't.

Alaric gritted his teeth, desperately forcing his mana to return.

Yet no matter how much he struggled—

Kent's affinity suppression was too absolute.

He couldn't control the wind.

He couldn't even feel the air around him.

But just when Alaric was about to give up hope—

A tiny spark ignited inside him.

A foreign feeling.

Something deep.

Something untouched.

BOOM!

A massive wave of mana erupted from Alaric's body.

The very skies above the coliseum trembled—

As dark storm clouds suddenly materialized out of nowhere.

A rumble of thunder echoed.

And then—

Rain began to fall.

Not ordinary rain.

But something heavy. Cold. Oppressive.

A torrential downpour unlike anything before.

His mana… had evolved.

"W-what the hell is happening?!" one of the spectators gasped.

"This… this feels different from normal magic!" another shouted in disbelief.

Even Kaelen and his companions from the Pacesetters Academy sat stunned.

Morris narrowed his eyes. "This is…"

Forbes sucked in a sharp breath.

"A Mana Domain."

Kaelen's expression hardened.

A Mana Domain—

The pinnacle of magic control, a power only wielded by true prodigies and monsters.

And right now—

Alaric Stormfell had just awakened his at a young age of 13. This could very well break any level of logic and potential, hell this just marked an unprecedented history in this convention.

Back in the arena—

Kent Harrow's smile finally faded.

His golden aura shimmered once again, but this time—

It flickered.

For the first time in the entire convention—

Kent was forced to take a step back.

The weight of the rain pressed against him like a divine force.

The air shifted.

The battlefield was no longer his.

Alaric now controlled the space.

From the spectator stands, Kelvin's eyes gleamed darkly.

"…He actually pushed Kent back," he murmured.

The entire coliseum erupted into gasps.

Even Kent's own teammates—Rafaela, Helen, and Sylphie—showed visible shock.

But at the center of it all, Alaric stood tall.

His wounds still bled. His body still screamed in agony.

Yet, his resolve burned stronger than ever.

He ran a hand through his now-drenched hair and exhaled slowly, his breath merging with the storm.

Then, for the first time—

He smirked.

Cool. Unshaken. Fierce.

And with a confident voice, he spoke—

"The real duel starts now."

"Mana Domain-Torrential Downpour"

Up in the VIP section, King Alexandria was visibly shaken by this discovery as he suddenly asked calmly. "Do any of you know who this young one is?"

"He is the only son to the head of the Stormfell family, your majesty" Lysander who sat beside him quickly replied with a surprised look on his face. "Hmm... The Stormfell family..." King Alexandria muttered as he tapped his fingers on his chair arm while pondering. 'Its quite a feat for such a family to create such a generational prodigy at such a young age'

"Once this is over, we will go pay them a visit" King Alexandria eventually said with a confirmed look on his face. "As you wish your Majesty" Lysander said with a calm look on his face.

As for Lockwood, he remained silent as he kept a pensive look on his face. But he didn't know that both Kael with his right hand man and Castenada with his best friend were watching him as they both had one thought in their minds. 'Seems like he is now taking this serious'

Back in the arena, after seeing Alaric's mana domain unfold it's true might, Kent suddenly laughed quite loudly which stunned the audience and Alaric himself. And then in the next moment, that smile instantly vanished as he muttered in a tone void of emotions.

"You really don't know when to quite huh? Well I will just have to force it into you"