Free Web NovelChapter 149: Chapter 149: Ten Seconds Demolition
Author’s note: Extra Chapter for 100 powerstones last week. Let’s keep it coming and try to make it into the top 200 powerstone ranking. A 100 golden ticket also = 1 Extra Chapter.
Cassian Vale set down his tea.
He stood, brushed invisible dust from his uniform, and walked toward the battlefield with the unhurried pace of someone taking a Sunday stroll.
The Blood Moon section watched with narrowed eyes.
Their second fighter—a female vampire with crimson hair and skin like porcelain—met him at the center. Her aura was blood manipulation, according to the intelligence briefing. The ability to control, solidify, and weaponize blood—her own or others.
She smiled, fangs extending.
"Time manipulator." Her voice was silk over steel. "I’ve heard stories about you. They say you can slow time itself."
Cassian said nothing.
"Let’s see how long you last."
She moved.
Blood erupted from her palms—crystallizing into crimson blades that screamed toward Cassian from three angles. Simultaneously, blood threads shot from the ground beneath his feet, aiming to impale him from below.
Cassian reached into his storage ring.
SHLCK.
A rod appeared in his hand—sleek, black metal, segmented into three sections connected by chain links. Tier 1. Custom made by the Vale family specifically for him.
The blood blades reached him.
Cassian didn’t dodge.
CLANG. CLANG. CLANG.
The rod moved—swish, swish, swish—deflecting each blade with minimal movement. The blood threads from below met the same treatment, shattered by precise strikes that didn’t waste a single unnecessary motion.
The vampire’s eyes widened.
How—
She pressed harder. Blood spears. Blood whips. Blood nets. A dozen attacks, then two dozen, each one faster than the last, each one designed to find a gap in his defense.
Cassian’s rod moved like it had a mind of its own.
CLANG. SWISH. CLANG. BOOM. SHLCK.
Every attack deflected. Every strike neutralized. The vampire hadn’t landed a single hit. Not a scratch. Not a graze.
Her breathing quickened. Frustration crept into her expression.
"Stop RUNNING—"
Cassian looked at her.
His silver eyes were flat. Bored. The expression of someone who’d already decided the outcome and was just waiting for reality to catch up.
"Time to end this."
Click.
The world stuttered.
One second. That was all. One single second of frozen time—not enough for most cultivators to do anything meaningful. But Cassian Vale wasn’t most cultivators.
He moved.
The rod extended—three sections separating, chain links whipping taut—becoming a three-section weapon that blurred through the frozen air. Cassian appeared behind the vampire, rod already in motion.
THWACK.
The strike connected with the back of her head.
Time resumed.
The vampire’s eyes rolled back. Her body went limp. She dropped to the ground like a marionette with cut strings, crimson hair splaying across the dirt.
THUD.
Silence.
Complete, absolute silence.
The crowd stared. The commentators stared. Even the other Blood Moon fighters stared.
Ten seconds. The entire fight had lasted ten seconds.
"Uh—" The commentator’s voice cracked. He cleared his throat. "Um. Cassian Vale of Heaven’s Gate Academy wins. That was... that was..."
More silence.
Cassian turned and walked back to the Heaven’s Gate staging area without looking back. He sat down in his seat, retrieved his tea, and took a sip.
Deadpan expressions dominated the crowd. People exchanged bewildered glances. Someone in the upper sections started slow clapping—not impressed, but utterly confused.
"What the fuck?" a spectator muttered loudly enough to be heard. "Bro just ended the fight in ten seconds."
The commentator finally recovered. "CASIAN VALE WINS! HEAVEN’S GATE LEADS 2-0! That was... efficient. Very, very efficient."
Cassian sipped his tea.
WHACK.
Yeenna’s hand connected with the back of his head.
"Ow." He didn’t spill a drop of tea. "What was that for?"
"How can you treat a girl like that?" Yenna’s voice was cold. "Have you no shame?"
"Sorry, ma’am."
He didn’t sound sorry at all.
"THIRD MATCH! ISABELLA VORN VERSUS BLOOD MOON ACADEMY’S THIRD STRONGEST!"
Isabella rose from her seat, expression calm. Kael caught her eye as she passed.
"Be careful."
"I know."
The Blood Moon fighter who met her on the battlefield was different from the first two. Not a vampire—a human man with dead eyes and an aura that felt like standing at the edge of a grave. Necromancy, according to the briefing. Peak Mana Heart Rank 2.
Isabella was Rank 2 Early.
"BEGIN!"
Isabella opened with portals—five of them, surrounding the necromancer, each one threatening a different attack vector. The man didn’t flinch. Dark energy erupted from his body, skeletal hands clawing up from the ground to intercept.
CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.
The portal exits were disrupted. Isabella’s offensive collapsed before it could form.
"You’re the Vorn girl." The necromancer’s voice was a rasp. "Gravity and space. Interesting combination. But-"
He raised his hand.
Bones erupted from the earth—not skeletal remains, but constructed bones, formed from compressed necrotic energy. They assembled into shapes—warriors, beasts, things that shouldn’t exist.
A dozen bone constructs charged Isabella simultaneously.
"Gravity Crush."
Isabella’s power compressed downward, crushing three constructs into powder. But the others kept coming—leaping, clawing, biting.
She opened a portal beneath her feet, reappearing twenty meters away. More constructs followed. More gravity crushes. More portals.
But the necromancer wasn’t attacking directly. He was harassing—keeping her mobile, draining her mana, forcing her to use gravity for defense instead of offense.
Fifteen minutes in, Isabella was breathing hard. The necromancer hadn’t moved from his starting position.
Twenty minutes. Her portals were slower. Her gravity weaker. The bone constructs kept coming.
Twenty-five minutes.
A bone spear caught her shoulder—THUD—piercing flesh. Isabella gasped, stumbling.
The necromancer smiled.
"Yield, little Vorn. You’re outmatched."
Isabella’s jaw tightened. Her eyes found the Heaven’s Gate section—found Kael’s face, calm despite everything.
She raised her hand in surrender.
"ISABELLA VORN YIELDS! BLOOD MOON TAKES THE THIRD MATCH! SCORE IS NOW 2-1, HEAVEN’S GATE STILL LEADING!"
Isabella walked back to the staging area, clutching her wounded shoulder. Kael met her at the edge.
"You did well."
"FOURTH MATCH! YENNA FROSTVEIL VERSUS BLOOD MOON ACADEMY’S CAPTAIN!"
The Blood Moon captain was a woman—tall, elegant, with skin like alabaster and eyes that burned with crimson fire. Shadow manipulation. Mana Heart Rank 3.
Yenna walked to meet her, frost already crackling along her fingers.
The crowd’s murmuring intensified. Ice versus Shadow. Intent prodigy versus academy captain. This was the matchup everyone wanted to see.
"BEGIN!"
The captain moved first—shadows exploding outward, tendrils of darkness racing toward Yenna from every direction.
"Frost Zone."
CRACKLE. CRACKLE. CRACKLE.
Ice erupted from Yenna’s position—not a wall, not a shield, but a zone. A sphere of absolute cold that expanded outward in all directions, freezing the shadow tendrils mid-attack, covering the ground in a layer of permafrost that spread like a living thing.
The captain barely dodged, shadows coiling around her to ward off the killing cold.
"You’re that ice girl." Her voice was impressed despite herself. "The one with the intent."
Yenna said nothing. Her frost zone kept expanding.
The battle that followed was intense.
Shadow blades clashed against ice walls. Dark constructs met frozen warriors. The captain’s shadows were versatile—offensive, defensive, utility—but Yenna’s ice was relentless. Every attack the captain launched was met with freezing counterattacks that slowed her movements, drained her energy, turned the terrain itself against her.
CRACK. BOOM. SHATTER. CRACKLE.
They exchanged blows at close range—shadow-fisted strikes against ice-armored blocks. The captain landed a hit on Yenna’s ribs—THUD—sending her sliding backward. Yenna returned the favor with an ice spike through the captain’s shoulder—SHLCK—drawing a scream.
Back and forth. Give and take. Neither willing to yield, neither able to land a decisive blow.
But Yenna was Peak Rank 3. The captain was Rank 3 Mid.
The difference showed.
Twenty minutes in, the captain was struggling. Her shadows moved slower, reacted later, failed to block attacks that would have been easy at the start. Yenna’s frost zone had transformed the entire battlefield into her domain—every surface slick with ice, every breath visible as frozen vapor.
"You’re strong," the captain gasped, shadows flickering weakly around her. "But so am—"
"Frost Zone."
Yenna’s voice was quiet. Cold.
The zone exploded.
Not outward this time—inward. All the cold she’d been spreading across the battlefield compressed into a single point—then expanded again in a massive wave that covered a hundred-meter radius in absolute, killing frost.
CRACKLE. CRACKLE. CRACKLE. BOOM.
The captain’s shadows couldn’t protect her. The cold was too fast, too total, too absolute. Ice formed on her skin, in her lungs, around her heart. Her eyes widened—
Then she collapsed.
THUD.
Her bracelet flickered.
FLASH.
She vanished—teleported out, eliminated.
"FROST ZONE! AN ABSOLUTE DOMINANCE FROM YENNA FROSTVEIL! HEAVEN’S GATE WINS THE MATCH 3-1! THEY ADVANCE TO THE FINAL ROUND!"
The Heaven’s Gate section erupted.
Yenna walked back to the staging area, frost still crackling around her fingertips. Her expression was calm, but her eyes burned with satisfaction.
The scoreboard updated:
HEAVEN’S GATE 3 - 1 BLOOD MOON
"FINAL MATCH OF THIS MATCHUP! KAEL VORN VERSUS BLOOD MOON ACADEMY’S VICE CAPTAIN!" freёwebnovel.com
Kael stood.
His expression was calm. Calculating.
Even though we’ve already won three matches, I still need to fight. Individual rankings matter.
He walked toward the battlefield.
Blood Moon’s vice captain was already waiting—a male vampire with an arrogant smile and an aura of blood manipulation that pressed against the air like a weight.
Kael’s silver eyes met crimson.
Let’s see what you’ve got.
