Transmigrating as an Extra, But the Heroine Has Regressed?!-Chapter 310: Arrival of Professor.

The entire arena froze.

Every third-year watching stood up in shock, eyes wide, jaws hanging open as Kael’s fists hammered Kaigaku’s body again and again.

"His striking speed is unnatural—" one third-year muttered.

"No first-year should move like that!" another added.

"He’s surpassing Kaigaku in pure combat!"

Kaigaku staggered backward, his boots digging lines across the dirt.

His breath became ragged.

His heart thumped painfully as each punch crashed into him like falling boulders.

His knees buckled.

"What... What is happening...?" someone murmured.

"He had trained twice as long as any first-year." the first year murmured.

"Kaigaku, He was ranked second among the entire second-year class."

"A swordsman.

A combat fighter.

A prodigy.

Yet—

He had never been—"

"Not once—"

"Beaten this brutally in close combat."

Kael advanced with steps steady like cold stone.

His fists weren’t shaking.

His breathing remained calm.

But his eyes—

Those darkened eyes carried something terrifying.

Just... determination.

Kaigaku’s eyes widened in fear—

The first time he had ever felt something like that from a first-year.

"What... what is he?"

Kael’s final step echoed across the entire arena floor.

THUD.

Kaigaku realized—

He couldn’t stop the next blow.

The fist drew back.

Students gasped.

Third-years leaned forward.

Cecelia clutched her chest with both hands.

Elysia’s lips parted in disbelief.

Kaigaku’s pupils trembled.

Kael’s fist shot forward—

But before it landed—

Kaigaku screamed:

"W-WAIT—STOP! I GIVE UP!"

Kael didn’t react.

He didn’t hear it.

Or rather—

His mind was somewhere else...

Like he was fighting an enemy only he could see.

Kaigaku’s face twisted in horror.

He raised both arms weakly to guard himself—

"Kael—STOP!" Elysia shouted.

"KAEL, PLEASE!" Cecelia yelled, panicking.

But the punch crashed forward.

BOOOOOOMMMMM!!

Kaigaku was thrown backward—sliding, rolling, skidding like a broken doll.

His already cracked sword flew from his grip, spinning in the air before stabbing into the dirt.

Dust exploded around them.

"What the hell is your problem?!"

Kael shouted as he sprinted forward.

His voice cracked—not from anger at Kaigaku...

But from the leftover adrenaline of a man who had been on the battlefield.

Kaigaku, shaking, staggered up with his broken sword.

"You bastard—!" he roared, charging.

Kael charged too.

Both shouted at the same time—

"AAHHHHH!"

Their fists and blade collided mid-air—

CLAAAAANGGG—CRACK!

Kaigaku’s sword snapped fully, the remaining blade shattered into glittering fragments.

Kaigaku froze, staring at the hilt in disbelief.

Then—

PAK—!

Kael’s fist slammed into Kaigaku’s jaw.

Kaigaku’s head whipped to the side.

Blood sprayed.

"ST—STOP! I SAID I GIVE—!"

BAAAAAAAM!

Another punch.

Another crash.

Kaigaku’s body bounced on the ground.

"KAEL, HE SURRENDERED!" screamed a second-year girl.

"STOP HIM!"

"The hell—why isn’t he stopping?!"

Even second-year students were frozen in horror.

Third-years stared with wide eyes:

"That... that’s not normal..."

"He’s still going even after his opponent surrendered."

"Is he possessed?"

"No... look at his eyes..."

Kael’s eyes were dark—

Like he was fighting to survive.

Like he was somewhere else—on a battlefield no one else could see.

Kaigaku lifted both hands, trembling.

"S-Stop...! I give—up..."

Kael drove forward.

BABABABABABAMMM—!!

A hail of punches.

Fast.

Relentless.

Like rain falling in a storm.

Kaigaku’s body shook violently from each impact.

He collapsed to one knee.

Then to both.

"Haah... haah... I... I give... up..." he whispered, tears of humiliation forming.

Kael didn’t hear it.

He stepped forward again.

Students screamed.

"He’s... he’s insane!" said some of the first year.

"No, this is not normal!" another replied.

"That’s Kael?! THAT Kael we thought was weak?!"

"He’s a monster!"

"We’re witnessing Kaigaku—the Rank 2—getting destroyed..." the Kaigaku’s classmate said.

"Is this even real...?"

"I-Is Kael even human...?"

"Something awakened in that boy." a third year said.

"That aura... it’s not mana, but it feels heavy."

"He’s not using skills. He’s just... fighting."

"Either Kaigaku underestimated him—or Kael is hiding far more than we thought."

Some third-years frowned.

"...Or Kaigaku let it happen."

"...Yeah. He must have purposely lowered his guard."

"...Right, there’s no way a first-year would beat him fairly."

But others shook their heads firmly.

"You idiots—open your eyes. Kaigaku wasn’t holding back. He nearly killed that kid!"

"That wasn’t acting!"

"I felt Kaigaku’s killing intent from all the way back there!"

"...So Kael actually overpowered him?"

The third-years traded uneasy glances.

One whispered:

"This will change the academy."

Cecelia’s body trembled as she watched Kael land punch after punch.

"Stop him! Stop him!" she cried, taking a step forward.

Elysia grabbed her arm.

"Don’t run in—you’ll get killed."

"I don’t care!" Cecelia screamed. "He’s going to lose control! He’s going to get hurt!

Kael—KAEL!"

Her eyes were teary.

She wanted to reach him.

She wanted to stop him.

Because she could see it—

Kael wasn’t fighting Kaigaku anymore.

Kaigaku’s body finally gave out.

He fell face-first onto the dirt, unable to lift even a finger.

"D-Do...ne... I’m... done..." he whispered weakly.

Still, Kael took another step forward.

"Kael—please!!" Cecelia screamed with full force.

"STOP!"

Her voice cracked through the arena like lightning.

Kael froze.

His body halted mid-step.

Slowly... very slowly...

His darkened eyes cleared.

Kael blinked.

He looked up—

At the hundreds of students staring.

At the broken Kaigaku lying on the ground.

At his own fist dripping with blood.

He whispered:

"...What... what did I just...?"

But the crowd didn’t answer.

They were too stunned.

Too terrified.

Too amazed.

Rumors Begin Instantly

"He didn’t stop even after the surrender..."

"Is Kael dangerous?"

"That wasn’t normal. That was like watching a wild beast."

"He nearly killed Kaigaku..."

"No... he definitely held back at the end. He could’ve finished him."

"That fist at the end... the Astral Punch, right?"

"He broke Kaigaku’s sword!"

"Who the hell even IS this kid?!"

"I swear... he wasn’t this strong last week!"

Some students murmured:

"...Maybe Kaigaku did that on purpose."

"...Maybe this whole thing was staged."

"...Kaigaku wanted to test him."

"...No, Kaigaku was genuinely scared."

No one agreed.

Because no one knew the truth.

But everyone could see the result—

Kael Ashford stood victorious.

Against Kaigaku, Rank 2 of the second year.

Inside the main building, the teachers had been in a meeting.

Suddenly—

BOOOOMMMM

The ground trembled.

Professor Sylvia snapped her head up.

"...What was that?"

Myra’s eyes narrowed.

"That came from Ground One."

Another explosion echoed.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Myra frowned deeply.

"That is not normal sparring."

Sylvia stood instantly.

"I sense uncontrolled force—"

A final massive impact shook the faculty room.

THOOOOOOMM!!!

Gasps filled the room.

"Someone unleashed a high-level technique... outside of class?!"

Another professor spoke:

"That was definitely Sylvia’s area of jurisdiction."

Myra didn’t wait another second.

"Let’s go!"

She dashed out of the room, Sylvia right behind her.

Ground One was chaos.

Students packed the perimeter.

Dust hung in the air like fog.

Whispers, gasps, and fearful murmurs filled the arena.

Myra and Sylvia stepped onto the ground.

The crowd split like water as they passed through.

Gasps spread:

"T-They’re here..."

"It’s Professor Sylvia..."

"And Myra..."

"Someone’s dead for sure..."

"No... look! Kaigaku’s down!"

Myra’s expression hardened.

"What happened here?"

Sylvia’s eyes locked on Kael—

Covered in dust and blood, fist trembling, standing over the unconscious Kaigaku.

Her breath caught.

"...Kael Ashford?" she whispered, astonished.

Myra scanned Kaigaku’s bruised body, the shattered sword, the cracked earth—

Then she looked at Kael again.

Her eyes widened.

"...A first-year did this?"

Cecelia ran to Kael the moment she saw the professors.

"Kael! Are you okay?!"

Kael blinked, still dazed.

"I... I don’t know."

Elysia walked up slowly.

"What the hell were you thinking...?"

Kael lowered his head.

"I... I just reacted..."

Sylvia turned to the crowd.

"Everyone, return to your classes immediately!" she commanded sharply.

But no one moved.

They were too stunned.

Kael Ashford—the quiet, underestimated first-year—

Had just shaken the entire academy.

Sylvia exhaled softly.

(Did Kael... really do this?) she wondered, eyes narrowing in disbelief.

(His strength... it wasn’t normal. Not for a first-year... not even for some third-years.)

Beside her, Myra crossed her arms, scanning the cratered earth.

"...This wasn’t a small fight," she said quietly.

Elysia immediately stepped forward, raising her hands defensively.

"They were just having a friendly spar, madam!" she said quickly. "A normal... you know... training exchange!"

Myra stared. "A friendly spar?"

Sylvia raised an eyebrow. "Then why does the ground look like a battlefield?"

Elysia froze. "Uh... spirited friendly spar?"

Before the professors could respond, Cecelia rushed straight past them, heading directly toward Kael. Her steps were frantic, eyes trembling with worry.

"Kael!" she called. "Kael, are you alright? Did you break anything? Your ribs? Your hands? Your—"

KNOOTTTTT!

Elysia’s fist bonked the top of Cecelia’s head like knocking on a door.

"Owwwwwwwwww!!"

Cecelia crouched, clutching her skull. "W-Why did you hit me?!"

"Can’t you see?!" Elysia snapped.

"Kael defeated Kaigaku. Defeated. The second-year Rank Two swordsman! You think he’s the one who needs checking?! Look at Kaigaku!"

Cecelia puffed her cheeks, annoyed. "I was just worried..."

Kael, still breathing hard, blinked at both of them.

"...I’m fine," he muttered. "Probably."

The crowd began to break apart. Some whispered in disbelief. Some hurried off to spread rumors. Others simply walked in silence, stunned.

A second-year muttered as he passed, "That wasn’t a fight... that was domination."

A third-year shook his head. "Kaigaku got crushed... after he surrendered."

Several first-years glanced at Kael with a mixture of awe and fear.

But most of them simply remained silent, unable to process the sight of Kaigaku—once proud, cocky, and untouchable—lying groaning on the ground.

Sylvia’s voice finally cut through the fading noise.

"Kael Ashford."

Kael straightened instinctively.

"And Kaigaku," she added, glancing at the barely conscious second-year.

Her eyes narrowed with a seriousness that made several students flinch.

"At my office. Right now."

Cecelia swallowed nervously.

Elysia stiffened.