The Transmigrated Author

Chapter 92: The Battle Of The Ages (5)

[Pinnacle Academy, Stadium 1 - Arena A: VIP Suite 3#]

"Interesting,"

Ajax, the guild leader of Visionary Syndicate, surveyed the battle below with a gaze of intrigue.

he mumbled, his voice tinged with genuine fascination.

"Indeed, very interesting!"

His gaze fell upon the arena, where Jan and Louise clashed like opposing elements – one a blazing flame and the other calm as a river.

"The talent pool has lacked in recent years," he spoke aloud, "but these two... they possess a spark, a potential that could ignite entire guilds."

His mind raced with possibilities. With careful management and the right resources, either could rise beyond the top guild leader status.

A flash of greed sparked in his eyes as he imagined them fighting under the Visionary banner.

Recruiting these prodigies was like playing a delicate game of chess. He needed the right move to secure their loyalty.

reeeee...

"Haven't you heard the news about Louise, Ajax?"

[Dempsey Anette - Vice Leader of Visionary Syndicate]

A shadow fell across the VIP box as Dempsey, his trusted vice leader and Lyra's cousin, entered the room.

Dempsey's voice cut through the tense atmosphere.

Ajax turned, curiosity flickering in his eyes, replacing the focused intensity.

"News? I was absorbed in the match," he confessed.

"Come, have a seat. A match like this deserves attention."

Dempsey obliged with a sigh, taking a seat beside his superior.

"Very well," he began, returning to the previous topic, "Louise has been chosen as the successor for the Guild Trinities Centurions."

Ajax raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? He's far too young for the position. Youngest guild leader on record, perhaps?"

Dempsey shook his head. "That's the twist. The position isn't immediate. Kang likely won't retire anytime soon. It's a calculated move, securing Louise's place and allowing him to mature before he assumes the full cover of leadership."

Ajax hummed his agreement. It was a bold, shrewd move. "Smart," he admitted, turning his attention back to the battle.

"In terms of technique, then, Louise is clearly the superior of the two." He muttered...

***

[Pinnacle Academy, Stadium 1 - Arena A: Main Stage]

A tremor coursed through the shattered platform as Jan and Louise locked gazes, their blades shining in the bright light.

The clash had reached its peak.

Jan, despite his waning strength, burned with a fierce resolve.

Louise, his body wracked with pain, gritted his teeth.

His mana pool was all but exhausted, yet his pride, his Villerion name, refused to let him back down.

The crimson aura clinging to his polearm dimmed and flickered, barely clinging on by sheer force of will.

Every second pushed him closer to the edge.

DASH!

They both moved as one, weapons raised.

BANG!

Each strike was a burst of desperation, steel ringing against steel.

As both imbued their blades with aura, each clash was a blinding light of thunder that echoed through the arena.

Lightning poured around them, the fury of their battle mirrored in the heavens.

SWING!

Jan swung, his blade a comet of azure energy, but Louise parried the blow, the shockwave sending them both skidding backward.

He capitalized on the opening, driving his polearm forward, but Jan twisted miraculously at the last moment, receiving the glancing blow with a grunt of pain.

"...!"

Then it was Louise's turn. He spun, slamming the heavy butt of his pole into the ground, using it as a springboard to launch a brutal kick.

THUD!

It caught Jan square in the chest, sending him flying, his sword clattering across the broken platform.

With his remaining energy, Louise pressed the attack.

SLASH!, SLASH!, SLASH!

Their once swift footsteps had become a heavy march, yet neither hesitated, and their pace quickened with every second.

Tap...Tap...Tap...

...

...

DASH!

Then, it was a dash, their ragged bodies running on the shattered platform.

With a final roar, fueled by adrenaline and sheer, desperate will, they unleashed their last attacks.

"Cleaving Arc!"

Jan's cry pierced the air. His broadsword erupted with a final surge of aura, a blinding crescent of power that arced towards Louise.

The technique, born of his raw strength and his indomitable spirit, represented the culmination of his battle today.

Louise, pride blazing in his eyes, answered in kind.

"Skyward Strike!"

His polearm buzzed with the final flame.

With a desperate effort, Louise thrust the glowing weapon overhead, channelling the last of his aura into a single, devastating upward aura slash.

...

...

Time seemed to freeze – two attacks, their trajectories crossing.

CRASHHHH!!!!

The azure arc met the crimson strike, their auras clashing in an explosion of light a sound that sent tremors rippling through the stadium.

For a heartbeat, the arena held its breath.

Watching on as the two auras fight for the winner...

CRACK!

...

CRACKKK!!

Then it happened.

The azure arc tore through Louise's attack.

With a deafening BANG!, Jan's attack continued its path.

"...!"

Louise, filled with shocked disbelief in his eyes, reflexively extended a hand towards the sphere of crackling flame, trying to direct its path.

But it was too late.

SHAWWWWW!

The Cleaving Arc struck Louise in the chest, sending him flying.

His battered body tumbled across the wreckage, his polearm slipping from his hand.

haah...haah...haah...

He skidded to a stop at the very edge of the stage, his breathing shallow.

Jan, his own strength utterly spent, remained standing, barely.

His sword quivered, its point driven deep into the fractured stone, supporting his exhausted frame.

His eyes fixed on Louise's motionless form, a wave of relief and disbelief washing over him.

The arena remained silent broken only by the rasp of Louise's forced breaths and the clattering of stone as rubble crumbled under Jan's trembling legs.

Then, the announcer's voice pierced the silence, shattering the illusion of stillness.

"The Winner Of the semifinal by knockout... everyone give it up for Jan Ates!"

His voice boomed across the arena, shattering the silence that hung over the battlefield.

For a breathless moment, the crowd was frozen, stunned into disbelief.

Then, like thunder breaking after a storm, a roar of applause and cheers erupted.

It was over. Jan, against all odds, had claimed victory.

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Authors Notes:

- Jan's strongest named move attack is Cleaving Arc.

- Louise released his first-ever aura slash during the final moments of their battle.