Chapter 53: THE BODY TOO WEAK FOR HIS HISTORY
The crystal flashed a solid A-rank.
"Applicant Yomi," the instructor called, his voice thick with annoyance.
"A Dra’kesh?" Kaelen laughed. "What’s it going to do, bite the dummy?"
Yomi walked onto the sand, his expression unreadable. He stood before the dummy, his stillness a stark contrast to Kaelen’s explosive aura. He raised a hand and delivered a single, straight punch.
There was no sound. Only a silent ripple in the air, a distortion like heat haze. For one heartbeat, nothing happened. Then, chaos.
The enchanted dummy, built to withstand the fury of S-class heroes, did not break. It disintegrated. A shockwave tore through the arena, kicking up a wall of sand. The S-rank scoring crystal beside the pedestal didn’t just flash, it exploded into a shower of golden shards.
A profound, deathly silence fell over the arena. Lord Kaelen’s jaw hung open. The instructor stumbled back, his clipboard slipping from nerveless fingers. Every eye was fixed on Yomi, who stood with his hand still extended.
He looked down at his own fist, a flicker of cold disappointment in his eyes. This body is still too weak, he thought with clinical detachment. In my prime, that strike would have shattered the very air.
Lirien stared, her mind racing to dissect the impossible. No aura. No battle stance. Not even a proper martial technique. How? The question burned within her. What is he?
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