Chapter 14

Walking out of the room, he went to the lunchroom to get something to eat before pounding that arrogant little shit Max into pulp.

He stood in line before reaching the person upfront serving meals.

Ordering chicken wings, oreo ice cream, sprite, and some orange's, he walked to his table with his food.

Most of the students already got used to mael eating like a savage, but some still stared in amazement at how such a handsome nobleman ate like a pig.

After eating Mael walked out of the cafe, he went south of the cafe where a stairway led underground the school.

Walking down the stairs, he gave his ID to the guard standing there, though the ID's weren't necessary since people can identify each other through their aura, it was still a tradition to do so.

Walking into the arena, it looked like a replica of the arena in the VC world. It was a circular dome-shaped structure, with seats of different colors and assortments.

Jumping into the arena, and put his book bag on the side, he waited for max to arrive

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After a while, the spectators filled the stadium.

As Max walked in on the other side of the gladiator-type arena, people cheered his name.

"Max Max Max Max Max Max Max Max"

"Beat that handsome little shit and show the ladies looks, arent everything"

"Shut up pig your just mad our prince looks better than you"

"Master, I can warm your bed if you like"

"Shut up whore, the young prince doesn't need a hoe like you to sully his presence"

Mael sighed, all the guys hated him and the girls acted like 3rd rate whores.

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__Max P.O.V__

As I enter the arena, I see the little shit over in the corner waiting for me, he had a cigarette and was making little smoke-shaped objects.

The Eye of Hours wanted to me test the little bastard after they realized his level and his lack of a legacy, although I didn't hate the bastard that much, the fact I had to waste my time coming to class F to test him almost made me hate him.

I didn't have to worry though, during the inner trial of Legacies I could raise my class rank.

According to our new intel, he didn't have a legacy but one of our spies said he had a late awakening.

Such a thing had never been seen before but I couldn't lower my guard.

Although I was in the backward part of the USA , I couldn't lower my guard, although this was the weakest state in the Northern continent, it was shrouded in mystery as many weird things happen here.

All these kids here wouldn't be even considered the average teenager in other places

I was gonna give the little shit a run for his money anyway.

Summoning my trusty sword "Ikarikuruu do~ūmuburēdo"

{Translates to Wrathful Doomblade}

A freezing aura surrounds me as my hair turns dark blue, my eye's looking down upon my opponent, In this country, I had no equal.

My legacy was that of an Ice Demon, it was a cultivation technique that allowed me to absorb ice elemental energy in the air and use it to my advantage, I could do anything with ice essentially.

But I couldn't too much power on ice or my body would suffer consequences. In the later stages in my cultivation, I would be able to transform myself into an ice demon.

A figure that could freeze hell over if it needed to. My ice demon legacy also came with the wrathful doom blade sword and a transformation.

Releasing my aura I rush at Mael, twisting my blade into a reverse grip, I go for the kill, but he had disappeared from my vision.

__Maels P.O.V__

The fucker came at me for the kill so of course, I'll honor his request of defeat, disappearing from his vision.

Before I got my power, I had studied under the great Chun li, even though I couldn't learn all her martial art move's since it required to have her legacy, I did have enough talent to simplify her skills and make them my own.

"Ghost Step" A move that makes one move as silent as a ghost and allows the user to become so fast and turns invisible to the naked eye.

Appearing behind max, I summon the flames of hell.

Reddish gold flames appear all around the arena, these flames may seem ordinary, but they were used for torture and instant death if needed.

These flames have tortured sinners since the beginning of time itself. That power slowly turned the flames into something sinister, something powerful enough to burn gods.

The flames raged all over the arena. They almost melted the barrier on the arena.

Everyone gasped, the useless shit Mael that didn't have a legacy suddenly summoned these weird flames, not only that but his level that had been recorded at Level 5 at the entrance exam was now a level 15 but then it jumped again to Level 50.

He was just jumping levels like its nothing, while others would celebrate for a simple 2-3 level increase.

Who was this fucker that tricked everyone? He was a wolf in sheep clothing.

....

I try to keep the flames at bay but they haven't been let out in a long time, they thirsted for blood, for the screams of their victims.

I summoned my scythe Rhitta. The flames instant calmed down. after all, even though I was their master, they respected Rhitta more since I didn't have enough strength to command them.

The heat exuding from me started melting the ground, as I dash at Max.

He blocked with his doom blade but it started melting from just being in my presence started to melt.

Dodging another swipe at my face, I bend my back straight then get up, using a vertical swipe to his face.

Jumping back I start to observe what damage I did to him. Even though I swiped at his face, it started healing fairly quick, his ice started fixing it before truing into real skin.

Grinning I now knew I could torture him for a long time since he had a fairly good regeneration.

Shaking that thought out of my head, I realized the more I used my flames, the more I was turning into my past self

My face then turned serious, the fight had just started, we had both tested each other strength.

We were all almost at the same strength. This surprised me, I thought as a level 50 I would be the strongest in my age group in this country.

And yet he was almost at my level, shaking my head I rush at him.

__Crowd P.O.V__

Both fighters disappeared from the crowd's vision, they then reappeared at the other side of the arena swinging at each other at full ferocity.

The way they handled their weapon with ease as if it was an extension of their arms. Each strike was made to kill, they looked like god's battling on earth.

The ground of the stadium started shaking from the force of their blows. Soon Max's blade seemed to start to melt. Although its healing process started to slow down even more.

Soon his opponent swiped at his face, although dodging it he was left with a trail of blood on his face.

___Mael P.O.V___

Seeing I had injured him, I rushed at him, holding Rihitta, then swung downward with all my strength, it caused a deep hole to appear under his feet.

Attempting to jump away from certain death, Max's attention left Mael for a couple of seconds.

But that all he needed, he then hooked max's shirt with Rhitta's blade, then he asks

"Do you concede, mongrel"

Max's face twisted with fury. He decided to use a technique he didn't wanna have to use.

Facing Mael he says "That which doesn't kill me, will make me stronger!"

He then disappeared.

__Max's P.O.V__

As I said that, I used all my strength to transform.

'The fact i even had to transform for him.....all those times I beat him and now I need to use my actual strength, tch'

The ice demon form, in this form all my physical attributes, increase to an unimaginable level, my ice manipulation was revamped.

Now I could sense the energy, it seemed as though they wanted to be used by me.

I summoned a snowstorm, random ice demons started spawning rushing at my opponent.

My eyes widened, I could hear a voice, it was my demon speaking to me.

Cultivation and mythos-type legacies sometimes had the voices of their inheritance speaking to them, guiding them towards the right path.

[Young one, why did you have to anger a sleeping tiger, although I entrusted my power with you, why did you choose to anger the 1st Prince of hell]

'What do you mean?'

[You will know in a second, also my legacy isn't supposed to be used this way if you need to use it properly remember this quote:]

[He who cannot put his thoughts on ice should not enter into the heat of dispute.]

The voice then disappeared from his head, he would worry but now he had more important things to think about?

'Prince of hell? whats that?'

'What is hell?'

As he kept thinking the temperature inside of the arena then got suddenly hot. A flame pillar burst from in the middle of the snowstorm.

It looked majestic, proud, a noble who doesn't need to be sullied by the gazes of such peasants.

Mael was lifted into the air, his eye's cold.

Suddenly a killing intent descended on everyone.

The dean and teacher who were watching the match, eyes went wide.

This killing intent surpassed the principal who had once slaughtered an army.

They then jumped into the arena, the dean, an old man of 76 but looked 40.

Then said "Boy you better stop, killing is forbidden"

"Such peasants dare tell me what and not to do, HAHAHAHA!!"

"Even chaos had only forced me to something once, and yet some little monkey who doesn't even contain 1% of a god's or concept power dare's tell me what the rules are"

"I decide the rule's old man, strength is the only thing that matter's"

Suddenly a giant fireball appeared above their heads.

"For the Sin of telling what to do, you shall die"

As he said that though, he suddenly fainted

How that happened no one knows even at this point. But what they did know is, Mael's level had peaked at 120.

He was officially a rank 1, even though they were not rare, for a young man such as Mael this was incredible.

Suddenly he fainted.

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Mael then appeared in his mind space again.

This time the floating suns had appeared in front of him.

The middle Sun had something on it. It was a book, it then floated in front of him.

The title read: " Primordial Star's Body"

As soon as he touched the book, it disappeared. Instantly he knew how to practice it.

Since he got his legacy, he hadn't been able to absorb star energy, but now he could.

There were also some moves in there but he couldn't focus on that.

Reaching for the second book, he couldn't touch it no matter how hard he tried.

Shrugging he then sat down, to practice his new technique.

The book said to breathe in the energy, then take it and refine parts of your body at a time.

Once he had done a full cycle he was to store energy in his datain.

The energy in there could be used to power up his flames more and strengthening his muscles.

it was simple and straight to the point.

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After 5 hours of practicing, he decided to leave his mind space.

He didn't know how long 5 hour's in here was in the real world.

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Waking up in the principal's office, he quickly saw as all the teachers were there.

Even the ones from other grades and institutions were here too.

I knew I just fucked up really bad.

Looking at him I say "So uh sir, what do you need"

"You almost killed a student and having killing intent that sinister means you have killed a lot of people, furthermore you destroyed school property, in addition to that you threatened to kill taxpayer's and concealed criminal behavior"

I stared at him with slack-jawed, "what, and?"

"And your gonna have to compensate me, oh and can you buy new clothes you look like a dick in a shirt" The principal looked like a 60-year-old handsome man, but something weird was his ball chin, it almost looked like a nutsack.

Looking at him I then quickly say "So you're the mad titan of the USA country, how do you sport a ball chin like that"

Getting up I then say "Im not a killer, I've killed a couple but you don't know my past,which you should as I am a student of your institute"

"so how about you suck it, you might be a famous principal of the best school in this country but you have no right to question me"

'oh fuck fuck fuck I hope I don't die, why did I say that'

'Shut up youre powerful so grow a fucking backbone man' Something said to me in my own voice.

Reaching the door I hesitate before pulling the handle and leaving, leaving behind a less than happy principal

Walking out, I then walk to class. I might be late