Novel Full Chapter 389: Playing With Your Food
Chapter 389: Playing With Your Food
Clang!
Ding!
Steel clashed with steel as the first of the enemy lunged at Razel, their weapons sparking violently beneath the pale moonlight.
Razel twisted, allowing the blade to glide just past his ribs before countering with a vicious elbow to the man’s face.
Crack!
The blow ended up sending the man stumbling back into a nearby tree.
Elias, calm as ever, sidestepped an incoming arc of fire, his left hand carving a sharp motion in the air.
Woooshhh…
A wall of wind howled to life in front of him, swallowing the fire whole and scattering the embers.
Around them, the eight remaining invaders had formed a half-circle, their bodies low, weapons drawn, preparing for a coordinated assault.
“Just surrender,” Razel said, cracking his knuckles. “You’re not the first Gold ranks I’ve handled and you won’t be the last.”
Elias simply stared at them. He wasn’t worried that they were Gold ranked individuals. He was certain of his own strength and he didn’t see himself losing here.
They didn’t respond with words. Instead, two of them stepped forward and flanked Elias while a third leaped at Razel with wild ferocity.
Razel grinned. “That’s the spirit.”
He met his attacker mid-leap, blade flashing up in a precise arc that deflected the downward strike. A pivot, a knee to the gut, and Razel had the man on the ground, groaning in pain. He pressed a boot to his neck but didn’t kill him.
Not yet.
“Six left,” Elias muttered as he flicked a sound-based ripple toward the two men approaching him. It struck one of them in the chest, freezing his limbs with sudden disorientation. The man was left confused by what had just happened.
The other tried to attack while Elias was occupied, but a simple twist of the wrist summoned a gravity distortion that slammed the man to the ground like a collapsing building.
From the corner of his eye, Razel saw his own target — the man with the crescent tattoo — circling like a waiting predator. The others were decoys. Distractions. It was personal now.
“You’re mine,” Razel said darkly, charging with vicious speed.
Meanwhile, inside the low lit, circular chamber of the Teleportation Array Room, Dean Godsthorn’s hands were blurred with speed. Spatial runes glowed across the floor, rising into the air in fragmented patterns as he deconstructed the layered restriction spell.
“The crazy woman layered it thrice,” he growled, his white brows furrowing.
Dean Oryll stood beside him, straining as well but making less progress. “She was planning this for a long time.”
“No doubt,” Godsthorn murmured. “Should’ve seen this coming.”
A few seconds more—precious seconds—and the binds shattered like glass under pressure.
Magic pulsed around them once more.
But it was too late.
The damage was already done.
Beyond the thick stone walls of the chamber, chaos had already bloomed across the academy. Explosions. Screams. Distant combat flares. Elias’s earlier warning echoed in Godsthorn’s mind like a whisper from the future.
“It’s a distraction.”
And it had worked.
Dean Godsthorn cursed under his breath.
“Oryll,” he said, straightening.
Oryll looked over, already brushing shattered magical particles from his sleeves. “What?”
“You need to go. Now. Scour the academy. Help the staff protect the students and find out what they’re after. If this was just bloodlust, they’d have bombed the arena. They want something.”
Oryll’s gaze sharpened. “And what about Veyra?”
Godsthorn’s eyes flicked toward the spot where she’d stood before vanishing. “I’ll deal with her. Alone.”
“You sure?”
Godsthorn’s eyes glowed faintly, the air distorting subtly around him.
“I’m more than sure.”
There was something off about her — more than her behavior, more than her betrayal.
Something old, something buried beneath her mana signature. And now that the pressure of the restriction was gone, he could feel it.
Dean Veyra was hiding something.
Dean Oryll nodded and vanished in a gust of wind, teleporting straight into the fray.
Godsthorn turned toward the shadows lingering in the corner of the array chamber, then waved a hand, dispelling the illusion that concealed her signature.
“You can come out now.”
A ripple shimmered—and there she was.
Dean Veyra, still blood-smeared, her presence cold and rigid. Her golden eyes flickered.
“You’re quick, Godsthorn. But not quick enough.”
“Wanna bet?” he replied, and raised his hand.
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Back at the student dorm section—
Razel’s blade met his opponent’s glaive with a thunderous clang, the shockwave flattening grass for meters around.
“You’ve gotten slower,” the man hissed, spinning his glaive like a windmill of death.
Razel grunted, blocking the next blow with the flat of his sword. “And you’ve gotten cocky.”
Their duel blurred, steel ringing as their feet danced with lethal grace across the field. Razel’s eyes were locked in a hunter’s stare.
Just behind him, Elias was finishing the others.
A wave of silence crushed the air — literally. One man collapsed, his body folding inward as if gravity had reversed for a split second.
Another gasped as a bubble of raw sound ruptured in his ears, sending him into unconsciousness.
And still—Razel and the glaive-wielder fought.
“Your people killed my brother,” the man snarled.
“I don’t think I know your brother but you guys were planting shady items under a school,” Razel snapped. “You got caught and he got killed.”
Razel who had refused to go all out smirked at the man. “Wanna know something fun? You’re next.”
A sudden flash — a fiery explosion — came from the campus center.
Razel looked up briefly. “Tch!”
Elias joined him a second later, face glistening with sweat, and the remnants of broken spells behind him.
“You done?”
Elias nodded. “Only two unconscious. The others won’t be waking up.”
“Good. Watch this.”
Razel turned back to the glaive-wielder, now panting, injured, desperate.
Razel advanced—faster than he had all fight.
Three moves.
That’s all it took.
First—he disarmed the glaive with a twisting wrist feint.
Second—he shattered the man’s kneecap with a booted stomp.
Crack!
Third—he slammed the hilt of his sword into the man’s jaw with enough force to knock out half his teeth.
The man dropped.
Razel didn’t even look satisfied.
“He was easier than I thought.”
“You just wanted to play with your food,” Elias muttered.
“Maybe,” Razel admitted with a smirk.
They both turned, scanning for other enemies.
The academy was on fire.
And they were only getting started.
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A/N: Dear readers. I apologise greatly for my inconsistencies so far. I know I have promised and failed a thousand times. I’ve always brought up with excuses every now and then as to why I haven’t been able to consistently update the book and I am sorry for all of it.
Right now, I’m trying to start a stockpile as I have decided to release all of my privilege Chapters for next month and then start filling it all over and I ask you all to bear with me for a while.
I promise to be consistent this time with only very few days of “no update” unlike right now where I rarely update. Thank you all for staying and enjoying the book. You all are the real VIPs.