Ultimate Dragon System: Grinding my way to the Top-Chapter 179: First training completed

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Jelo slowly stood up, brushing the dust off his clothes. Atlas cracked his knuckles, and Mira recreated her two clones. The three of them gathered a short distance away from Tongen.

This time, they didn’t rush in.

They started whispering.

"He controls momentum," Mira said quietly. "Anything that moves."

Atlas nodded. "So every time we attack directly, he just stops it or throws it back."

Jelo stared at Tongen carefully. His eyes moved across the man’s stance, his grip on the red ball, the way he tracked them without turning his head fully. Not reactive. Anticipatory.

"He reacts to movement," Jelo said. "The stronger the movement, the easier it is for him to control."

Mira tilted her head slightly. "So what are you suggesting?"

Jelo’s eyes narrowed.

"We overwhelm him."

Atlas grinned.

"I like the sound of that."

They turned back toward Tongen.

The red ball was still in his hand.

He watched them silently, the same way he always did. Patient. Unbothered. Like he already knew what they were about to try and had already decided how it would end.

Jelo wasn’t sure that feeling was wrong.

But they had a plan now.

"Ready?" Atlas asked.

Jelo nodded.

"Now."

Atlas slammed both hands into the ground with his full weight behind it, the impact sending a deep crack splitting out ahead of him.

"Earth Surge!"

The ground trembled violently as massive waves of stone erupted toward Tongen, rising fast, angled inward.

But this time, Atlas didn’t stop.

More stone pillars rose from the sides. Wider ones. Taller ones. He kept both hands pressed down, kept feeding into it, kept pushing more earth upward than he normally would in a single move. The effort showed in his jaw, in the tension across his shoulders.

Then more.

Then more.

The battlefield turned into a chaotic forest of rising earth, columns shooting up at uneven intervals, filling every angle of approach with stone.

Tongen lifted his hand slightly.

All the stone stopped mid-air again, suspended in the same effortless way it always did, dozens of massive pillars hanging motionless like they had simply forgotten gravity.

But Atlas smirked.

"That’s not the main attack."

At the same time—

Mira and her two clones rushed in from three different directions, moving in low, keeping their footsteps light.

But instead of committing to a strike, they started circling Tongen at high speed. Tight orbits. Overlapping paths. Each one moving just fast enough to stay unpredictable, close enough to be a threat, but never fully committing to a direction.

Left.

Right.

Front.

Back.

The constant movement created noise in the space around him, too many bodies shifting too many ways at once, each one carrying its own momentum, each one a variable he had to account for.

Tongen’s eyes shifted slightly as he tracked them, moving in small adjustments, reading each one.

"So this is your plan," he said calmly.

His voice didn’t change. But his eyes were working harder now.

Suddenly—

WHOOSH.

Jelo used Wing Burst.

He vanished from his position and appeared behind Tongen in a sharp crack of displaced air.

But he didn’t attack.

Instead, he used Wing Burst again immediately.

Then again.

Then again.

Jelo began appearing all around Tongen in rapid succession, never staying in one place long enough to be read, never building into a swing or a slash. Just movement. Constant, directionless, overlapping movement that left behind rings of disturbed air with each burst.

The field around Tongen became a mess of competing pressures, stone hanging overhead, three bodies circling at ground level, and Jelo flickering in and out of position every half second.

Even Tongen’s eyes narrowed slightly now.

"So you’re trying to overload my control."

His voice was still level. But the observation came a beat slower than his other ones had.

Atlas pressed both palms flat against the ground again, teeth set.

"Stone Collapse!"

Every suspended pillar shifted at once. The dozens of stone columns Tongen had been holding mid-air suddenly dropped inward from all directions at the same time, angled toward the center, filling the space above and around him with converging weight.

At the same time—

Mira and both clones stopped circling and drove straight in, each from a different angle, throwing their full momentum into three simultaneous punches aimed directly at Tongen.

Three targets. Three points of contact. Closing in from enough different directions that redirecting one meant leaving the others.

Tongen lifted his hand.

Everything froze again, the same as before. The stone locked in place. Mira and both clones stopped mid-lunge, fists hanging in the air inches short of contact.

The field went completely still.

But at that exact moment—

Jelo appeared directly in front of him.

Not from behind. Not from the side. Directly in front, close enough that there was almost no gap between them.

And for the first time, Jelo hadn’t used a fast attack.

He moved slowly.

Calmly.

One deliberate step forward, arm already extended, no burst of energy behind it, no spike of speed. Almost no momentum at all. Just a quiet, measured motion, the kind that didn’t announce itself, the kind that didn’t trigger anything.

Tongen noticed it too late.

Jelo whispered:

"Dragon Claw."

Instead of a large, surging attack, a small and extremely focused claw-shaped energy slash formed at close range, compact and tight, barely the size of Tongen’s hand.

Tongen tried to stop it—

But the momentum was too low and the distance too short. There was barely anything to catch. The ability slipped through the gap in his control for a single split second, the way a thin blade finds the space between armor.

The claw sliced past his hand.

And Jelo grabbed the red ball.

For the first time—

Tongen’s hand was empty.

Silence fell across the training field. Complete and total, broken only by the sound of disturbed earth settling and Mira’s clones dissolving quietly at the edge of the field.

Atlas blinked once.

"...Wait."

Mira stared at Jelo’s hand.

"...Did we just—"

Jelo jumped backward, landing in a low stance, and held the red ball up. He looked at it for a moment like he half expected it to disappear.

It didn’t.

They had done it. They had actually taken it.

For the first time, Tongen smiled. Not a small adjustment of expression. A real one.

"Well done."

The three of them froze.

"You figured out the weakness," he continued, his voice carrying the same measured tone it always did, but without the edge of a test behind it. "If momentum becomes too chaotic, controlling everything at once becomes harder."

He looked at Jelo directly.

"And you understood something even more important."

Jelo tilted his head slightly.

Tongen pointed at his now empty hand.

"Not every attack needs overwhelming power."

He paused for a moment, letting it land.

"Sometimes the smallest movement is the most dangerous."

Atlas laughed, the tension breaking out of him all at once. He put both hands on the back of his head and turned away for a second like he needed a moment.

"So... does that mean we pass?"

Tongen folded his arms.

"You pass this stage."

The three of them sighed in relief, the breath coming out long and slow.

But Tongen continued:

"Tomorrow... we begin real combat training."

The smiles on their faces disappeared instantly.

Jelo looked at Atlas.

Atlas looked at Mira.

Mira sighed.

"Of course."

Tongen turned and walked back toward the house, hands behind his back, unhurried.

"Rest while you can."

The three students stood there quietly.

They had won the challenge.

But somehow...

It felt like the real training was only just beginning.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​