Free Web NovelChapter 150: Chapter 150: Shattered Pride
Chapter 150: Shattered Pride
Navarre’s handsome face twisted into an ugly expression.
To be shooed away like a dog in front of a hundred thousand spectators, including his fellow disciples and Preceptor Fabian...
It was a level of humiliation he had not endured in his entire life.
""HOW DARE YOU TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!"
Navare roared furiously.
BOOM!
His Level 3 Spirit Manifestation aura erupted like an unstable volcano.
The crimson light around his body ignited brightly as he launched himself at Rhain with unrestrained rage.
"Crimson Gale Palm!"
Navarre’s palm covered in crimson light, far more concentrated and violent than any he had used against the other candidates, attacked Rhain.
But Rhain was no longer there.
Shadow Flicker Step!
Rhain’s body disappeared from Navarre’s attack range in the span of a single heartbeat.
He reappeared three feet away, standing casually with his hands still folded across his chest.
"Wha—" Navarre’s head snapped around, his Spiritual Sense locking onto Rhain’s new position.
Without pausing, he launched himself forward again.
He kicked off the stone floor, launching a spinning heel kick toward Rhain, his leg coated in a blade-like sheath of crimson essence that could cleave a boulder in half.
The kick whistled through the air as it struck down at him.
Rhain calmly leaned backward as the kick whistled harmlessly over his head.
Navarre’s momentum carried him forward, but he quickly regained his control.
He channeled every ounce of his Level 3 Spirit Manifestation essence into his legs.
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Three massive crimson palm prints erupted simultaneously, covering Rhain’s left, right, and center in a triangulated attack that left no escape routes, carrying enough force to shatter the defenses of any peak Essence Condensation cultivator.
At least, that’s what it should have been.
Rhain’s body blurred once more.
Each one hit nothing.
"Stand STILL you rat!" Navarre screamed, and launched a relentless barrage of attacks.
Rhain’s body swayed left, dipped right, stepped backward, tilted forward — every movement was executed with effortless grace.
He strolled freely through the two-hundred-foot circle with leisurely, fluid steps, weaving through the storm of attacks as if he were taking a casual walk in his own courtyard.
The remaining one hundred and thirty candidates inside the ring had long since stopped running, watching the chasing scene with entirely stupefied faces.
The unstoppable Navarre, the terrifying Inner Palace disciple who had crushed their top ten geniuses like dry weeds just moments ago, was now struggling to even touch a single thread of Rhain’s robes.
Standing among the survivors, Elian’s sharp eyes as he looked at this incredible scene.
He had firmly believed that he was the undisputed second strongest talent of the Outer Frontier, trailing only behind the unreachable fairy.
But watching Navarre’s relentless onslaught right now, Elian realised how laughable this idea was.
Every single one of those frantic crimson palms carried enough devastating power to instantly crush him without any power to fight back.
If Navarre had used this level of speed and power against the top ten group earlier, Elian knew he wouldn’t have been able to hold back for even ten seconds.
And yet, Rhain was dodging all of them effortlessly.
"Spiritual Sense..." Elian gasped in absolute disbelief. "He has actually awakened his Spiritual Sense at Essence Condensation Realm!"
Up on the elevated platform, Fabian’s eyes were practically glued to Rhain.
He finally understood exactly why Seris possessed such blind trust in this boy.
To awaken Spiritual Sense at the Essence Condensation Realm was incredibly rare, but it was not entirely impossible.
In the Inner Province, there existed a handful of legendary prodigies who had achieved this feat — monstrous talents nurtured since birth by the powerful clans and the sects.
But what truly shook Fabian to his core was not the mere existence of the boy’s Spiritual Sense.
It was its density.
The invisible mental energy radiating from Rhain’s calm figure was so vast, so heavily concentrated, that Fabian had never seen anything like it even from Core Formation Realm experts!
’What kind of monster is he to awaken and refine his Spritual Sense at this level?’ Fabian’s grip tightened unconsciously on his armrest.
Back in the ring, Navarre was losing his mind.
Sweat poured down his face.
He stared at Rhain with the eyes of a man on the verge of madness.
He had expended at least thirty percent of his total essence reserves in the past two minutes, and he hadn’t landed a single strike.
"I refuse... I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THIS!"
Navarre planted his feet, gathering every last ounce of his remaining composure.
Rhain also finally came to a complete halt right at the very edge of the carved two-hundred-foot boundary line.
He let out a disappointed sigh, his dark grey eyes looking at the panting, infuriated Navarre with pure impatience.
"If you are too tired to finish your task," Rhain stated indifferently, glancing at all the candidates still standing in the ring, "then there is no need for you to be here anymore."
The dismissive words snapped the thread of Navarre’s sanity that he had managed to gather.
"I WILL TEAR YOU TO PIECES!"
His crimson aura contracted sharply around his body, compressing into a single, devastating point on his right palm.
Crimson Gale Palm — Final Form: Gale Obliteration!
All the crimson essence in his body surged into a frenzied peak as he lowered his shoulder and charged headfirst at Rhain, intending to tackle him out of the ring and smash him into dust.
He closed the distance in a flash like a human battering ram.
But just as Navarre crossed the final few feet, Rhain swiftly pivoted on his heel.
With a smooth, elegant twist of his body, he stepped to the side like a revolving door, letting Navarre’s monstrous momentum carry him blindly forward.
As Navarre shot past him, Rhain casually raised his leg.
Without using any explosive essence, Rhain simply swept his foot out.
Thwack!
A perfectly timed, effortless kick landed squarely against Navarre’s butt.
The slight redirection of force was devastating.
Navarre, already off-balance from his missed ultimate attack, had absolutely no way to stabilize himself.
"Wha—!"
His body lurched forward uncontrollably. His arms windmilled desperately through the air, but gravity and momentum were merciless.
BANG!
Navarre slammed face-first into the hard yellow stone of the arena floor, sliding across the ground in an utterly undignified manner that was unbecoming of an inner disciple from Stormveil Academy.
He skidded for nearly ten feet before finally coming to a stop.
Beyond the two-hundred-foot boundary line.
The Grand Colosseum fell into a silence so absolute that one could hear a pin drop from the highest spectator row.
One hundred thousand people stared at the scene with identical expressions of blank, uncomprehending shock.
A Stormveil Academy Inner Palace disciple — a Level 3 Spirit Manifestation genius representing one of the most prestigious academies in the entire Solathane Dynasty — was lying face-down in the dirt.
Kicked out of his own trial ring.
By his butt.
"Pfft—"
Somewhere in the commoner stands, a single spectator couldn’t hold it in.
That one stifled snort made those who were trying hard to control their laughter with red faces immediately losing it.
"Hahahaha!"
A massive, uncontrollable wave of laughter erupted across the Colosseum.
The sight of Navarre getting kicked on the butt, and falling face first on the dirt was too comical.
But the laughter barely lasted for three seconds.
Almost as quickly as it had erupted, it was brutally choked off.
People frantically slammed their hands over their own mouths, and an atmosphere of dread instantly swallowed the arena.
They were not just scared by Rhain’s strength—they were horrified by his blatant boldness!
In the eyes of the Inner Province, humiliating one of their elite disciples in broad daylight was fundamentally no different from slapping the face of the Stormveil Academy itself.
"Is he insane?!" City Lord Cassian felt a cold sweat drench his back. "To humiliate them so openly...does he not care about his life anymore?"
However, Seris had an entirely different reaction.
While Calanthe and the other Stormveil disciples were trembling with volcanic indignation, Seris’s beautiful lips curved into bright, proud smile.
Navarre was constantly chasing Rhain to eliminate him, and she was very frustrated, but seeing him getting his repercussions made her happy.
Down on the arena floor, Navarre’s fingers clenched tightly.
He slowly pushed himself up.
His face was covered in dust, and a thin trickle of blood leaked from his scraped nose.
He looked at Rhain like a crazed beast.
"I WILL KILL YOU!"
But just as he was preparing to charge back into the ring, a stern voice stopped him on his tracks.
"Stand down, Navarre."
Fabian’s half-step Domain Master pressure slammed down onto the arena like an invisible mountain.
Navarre’s body froze mid-charge, completely immobilized by the overwhelming, irresistible force pressing down on every fiber of his being.
P-Preceptor Fabian!" Navarre stammered, his mind briefly returning to a shred of calmness, "He humiliated our Academy! I must—"
"You must accept your defeat," Fabian interrupted sternly, his gaze carrying a profound disappointment. "Look at where you are standing."
Navarre flinched, looking down at his boots, which were firmly planted outside the two-hundred-foot circle.
"The rules of the trial were clear," Fabian’s voice rolled over like thunder. "If a candidate stepped outside the boundary, they failed. But you, as the examiner, have been forced out of the ring before the ten minutes elapsed."
Fabian shifted his sharp, piercing gaze away from Navarre and locked it entirely onto Rhain.
His eyes gleamed with an intense, burning curiosity that he could no longer hide.
First the shattered Origin Insight Tablet, and now this level of Spiritual Sense and combat instinct.
"Since the examiner has been eliminated from the designated arena," Fabian declared, raising his hand to finalize the verdict. "The second trial has officially ended!"
