Free Web NovelChapter 150: Chapter 150: Oblivion
Kael walked onto the battlefield with his hands in his pockets.
The Heaven’s Gate section had already erupted in celebration—they’d won the matchup 3-1, secured their spot in the final round. The fifth match was technically unnecessary. But individual rankings mattered. Every fight counted. Every strike added to the scores that would determine personal standing at the tournament’s end.
The Blood Moon vice captain was already waiting.
Male. Pale skin. Crimson eyes that gleamed with predatory hunger. His aura pressed against the air like a weight—blood manipulation, concentrated and refined, MH Rank 2 Peak. Not as strong as some opponents Kael had faced, but dangerous enough to warrant attention.
He smiled, fangs extending.
"Your academy has already won." His voice was smooth, confident. "You don’t need to fight me."
Kael stopped at the center of the battlefield, silver eyes meeting crimson.
"And yet here we are."
The vampire’s smile widened. "I’m going all out regardless. Individual rankings don’t care about team results. Every point I score against you counts—even in defeat." His eyes burned brighter. "So let’s see what the famous Kael Vorn can do against someone who has nothing to lose."
Blood gathered behind him—schlick, schlick, schlick—condensing from thin air, crystallizing into crimson blades that hovered like a flight of deadly birds.
"Fifteen." The vampire’s voice dropped. "Three for each member of my academy you eliminated."
FWOOOOSH. FWOOOOSH. FWOOOOSH.
The blood swords launched simultaneously—fifteen projectiles screaming toward Kael from different angles, different trajectories, different speeds. A wall of death that left no room to dodge.
Kael didn’t move his hands from his pockets.
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Shadow erupted from the ground. Pure darkness solidified into a barrier that stretched ten meters high and twenty wide, intercepting every blood blade in a single motion.
CLANG. CLANG. CLANG. CLANG. CLANG.
The impacts were deafening—fifteen blades striking shadow steel in rapid succession, each one sending shockwaves rippling outward. The wall held. Not a single blade penetrated.
The vampire’s eyes narrowed.
"Shadow manipulation? I thought you were gravity and lightning—"
WHOOSH.
He was already moving.
The vampire’s speed was insane—not the calculated movement of a skilled fighter, but the explosive burst of a predator closing for the kill. One moment he was fifty meters away. The next, he was directly above Kael, descending like a falling meteor, hand wrapped in a blood claw that gleamed with lethal intent.
"Die—"
Kael sidestepped.
The claw missed by centimeters—fwish—slicing through air where Kael’s neck had been a fraction of a second earlier. The vampire’s eyes widened. He hadn’t even seen Kael move.
Kael’s hand shot out.
He caught the vampire’s wrist—grip like iron, fingers digging into flesh—and flung him.
WHOOOOOOSH.
The vampire rocketed across the battlefield like a thrown doll, arms pinwheeling, blood claw dissipating. He crashed into the mountain wall at the arena’s edge—
CRACK. BOOM.
—embedded in solid stone, cracks spider-webbing outward from the impact point.
The crowd gasped.
The vampire pulled himself free—shhhhlick—blood manipulation softening the stone around his body. He dropped to the ground, breathing hard, one arm hanging limp where Kael’s grip had nearly crushed the bones.
But he was smiling.
"Good. Good." His crimson eyes burned brighter. "You’re not just hype after all."
Blood gathered around both his hands—dense, concentrated, forming claws that extended from each finger like crimson talons.
FWOOSH.
He launched forward again—same tactic, same speed, same descending strike from above.
Kael’s fist came up.
CRACK.
The blow connected with the vampire’s descending claw—force meeting force, blood meeting flesh. The impact sent shockwaves rippling outward—BOOM—and both fighters slid backward across the broken ground.
"Strong," the vampire admitted. "But not strong enou—"
As Kael pulled back his fist for another strike, blood threads erupted from the ground.
SHLCK. SHLCK. SHLCK. SHLCK.
They wrapped around Kael’s wrists, ankles, torso—tightening instantly, pinning his arms to his sides, locking his legs in place. The vampire’s smile became a grin.
"I win."
His blood claw reformed—larger this time, concentrated, aimed directly at Kael’s chest. The tip hovered centimeters from Kael’s heart.
"Any last words—"
CRACK.
The vampire’s expression shattered.
Ten times standard gravity descended on him like a hammer from heaven. His knees buckled—CRACK—blood threads snapping under the sudden, impossible weight. The claw dissolved as his concentration broke. He crashed face-first into the ground.
WHUMP.
Kael’s bonds shattered a moment later—shadow tendrils severing the threads that had bound him. He stepped forward, foot raised—
The vampire’s back split open.
Wings.
Massive, bat-like wings of blood and flesh erupted from his shoulder blades, catching the air, lifting him from the crater his body had created. He soared upward—ten meters, twenty, fifty—until he hovered near the top of the barrier dome, looking down at Kael with a triumphant grin.
"Can’t fly, can you?" The vampire’s laugh echoed across the battlefield. "You’re stuck down there, and I’m up here. What now, captain?"
He spread his arms, blood swirling around him like a crimson halo.
"Let’s see how long you can survive up here—"
Kael’s gravity aura flared.
The air around Kael’s body distorted, warped, bent—and then he rose.
WHOOOOSH.
The vampire’s grin vanished.
Kael soared upward—gravity manipulation propelling him through the air like a rocket, leaving a trail of distorted space in his wake. He closed the fifty-meter gap in three seconds, leveling out at the vampire’s altitude with a calm that bordered on insulting.
"You were saying?"
The vampire’s eyes were wide. "That’s not—that shouldn’t be possible—"
"Gravity isn’t just about pulling things down." Kael’s voice was flat. "It’s about controlling the space between masses. I can fly. I just prefer not to."
He launched forward.
Aerial combat was different.
Kael was faster than the vampire in terms of raw power output—but in the air, gravity manipulation didn’t help with speed the way it helped with mobility. The vampire had wings. Wings meant maneuverability. Wings meant the ability to change direction instantly, to spin, to dive, to climb.
THUD. CRACK. SWOOSH.
They clashed in mid-air—Kael’s fists against the vampire’s blood claws, gravity manipulation against blood manipulation. Each collision sent them spinning in different directions, recovering, coming back for more.
The vampire was better at this. Three minutes in, he’d landed four clean hits—slashes across Kael’s chest and arms that drew blood, wounds that healed slowly even with Tier 4 physique.
"You’re slowing down!" The vampire’s laugh was manic. "Gravity without wings is a liability in the air! Just surrender and—"
FWOOOSH.
Kael reached into his storage ring.
A cloak materialized in his hand—black fabric that seemed to absorb light, thrumming with contained mana. Tier 1. The Cloak of Flight.
He threw it over his shoulders and pushed mana into the fabric. freёweɓnovel.com
WHOOSH.
The cloak caught the air—literally—creating lift, propulsion, control. Kael’s movements sharpened instantly. No more struggling against aerial physics. No more compensating for lack of wings.
The vampire’s expression dropped.
"Oh, that’s cheating—"
CRACK.
Kael’s fist connected with the vampire’s jaw.
WHUMP.
The hit sent the vampire spinning backward—wings flailing, blood spraying from his mouth. He barely stabilized himself fifty meters away, shaking his head to clear the dizziness.
"That’s more like it," Kael murmured.
He pressed the advantage.
CRACK. THUD. BOOM. WHUMP.
Hit after hit after hit. Kael’s aerial mobility now matched the vampire’s, and his raw power was significantly superior. Each strike landed harder than the last. Each block the vampire attempted cracked under the force.
The vampire was being overwhelmed.
CRACK. CRACK. WHUMP.
A two-fisted blow caught the vampire in the chest, launching him backward across the arena. He tumbled through the air, wings scrambling for purchase—
And stopped himself.
Blood gathered around him—not scattered, not unfocused, but concentrated. Every drop he could spare, every ounce of manipulation, pulled into a single point above his head.
The blood grew.
It expanded, condensed, solidified—forming a massive spear that stretched fifteen meters from tip to tail. The surface rippled with crimson energy, and the air around it screamed with killing intent.
"Blood God’s Judgment!" The vampire’s voice was strained—this was everything he had left. "DIE!"
The spear launched.
FWOOOOOOSH.
It moved faster than sight, a crimson comet screaming toward Kael with enough force to punch through a mountain.
Kael didn’t dodge as he raised multiple shadow walls to slow it down.
Then he brought his hands together.
"Before the heavens opened, there was only the boundless void." His voice was quiet, but it carried across the entire battlefield with unnatural clarity. "Attraction binds the stars; repulsion drives the expanse. To force their union is to reverse creation itself. Let the gathering force swallow the scattering wind. Where the twin torrents meet, existence is denied."
His hands separated.
From his left palm—a spiraling mass of absolute darkness. Pulsar. The essence of gravitational attraction, compressed into a singularity that pulled light, matter, and energy toward its core.
From his right palm—an expanding sphere of violent force. Quasar. The essence of gravitational repulsion, pushing everything away with the force of an exploding star.
The two orbs met between his palms.
WHOOOOOOSH.
They didn’t clash—they merged. Attraction and repulsion, compression and expansion, two fundamental forces that should cancel each other out instead fused into something that shouldn’t exist. The combined mass grew—larger, denser, more wrong—until it hung before Kael like a miniature black holemade of pure gravitational paradox.
"Grand Sovereign Art: Gravitational Paradox." Kael’s eyes locked onto the incoming blood spear. "Chapter Three. Oblivion."
He pushed the orb forward.
FWOOOOOOSH.
In the VIP section, Isabella leaned forward, eyes wide, a smile spreading across her face.
"I can’t believe he learned it in just less than a week."
In the Vorn family box, Marcus and Thalia had risen to their feet.
Marcus’s expression was a complicated mixture of shock, jealousy, and something that might have been reluctant awe. Thalia’s eyes were bright with something that looked dangerously close to pride and shock.
Gravitational Paradox. Chapter Three. Oblivion.
They hadn’t learned that technique. Neither of them. It was locked behind comprehension barriers that neither had managed to overcome despite years of study.
And Kael had done it.
Behind them, Blade No. 11 had gone very still.
His masked face gave nothing away, but his hands had tightened on the railing. In the history of the Vorn family, only two heirs had ever mastered the Gravitational Paradox to this level—Cassandra Vorn and Lucian Vorn.
The First and the Third.
Kael was the Sixth.
