CHAPTER 64: DISCIPLE CULTIVATION SYSTEM CH64 ONE GIRL’S SIEGE.

The students, unwilling to be her stepping stones for success, charged ahead in a stampede.

Leaving behind clouds of dust, warriors took up their weapons, mages began to chant from the rear, and archers leaped to higher ground to aim at her.

"Such intensity..." Trish blinked, drawing her blade. Her blue eyes illuminated with a fiery glow, followed by an eruption of pale Aura that lifted her hair up.

"...but not enough."

With a scream of her own, she lunged forward and met the army.

One against a hundred.

It sounded impossible—given her age—but that was what geniuses did best.

They twisted logic into absurdity and made the impossible possible.

[Snowdance, Stage 12: Avalanche]

She kicked off the ground, her sword shimmering with a pale light, which she directed at the frontline.

Her attack, true to its name, held the pressure and destructive nature of an avalanche as it devoured everyone on the front line.

[Student Trish...]

[Student Trish...]

[Student Trish...]

[Student Trish...]

Standing alone on the burnt ground, she ignored the continuous prompts of her achievements and stared at the mages.

They rapidly chanted elemental constructs and began bombarding her with them.

Drawing Aura out of her core and strengthening her limbs and brain, she took off in a desperate run.

The first wave of bombardment—she brought her sword forward and parried an ice sword aiming for her head.

She then spun and kicked the tip of a geo spear before grabbing hold of it to fend off a swarm of crystal daggers.

Succeeding in doing so, she tossed the spear aside and continued to charge forward.

"AOE... Use AOE!"

Leading the choir of mages was a blonde youth with a wand, its tip laced with mana.

Tracing a series of ancient writings in the air, he created an invincible field around the mages to aid in their concentration as they joined forces and chanted a spell that froze the ground in crystalline ice.

"Prism."

The conductor chanted and moved his wand upward.

The ground trembled as four massive pillars rose, towering over Trish.

"Licht!"

His choir added, manifesting particles of golden light that shot into the crystal pillars and began charging them up.

"Refractor et Reflector."

The pillars, amassing volumes of golden light, shimmered before unleashing beams of concentrated light down onto Trish.

She bent slightly and quickened her pace, kicking off the ground to dodge the first strike before twisting her body to draw her sword and parry the second one.

Her blade melted as she landed, but she merely tossed it aside and infused her palms with Aura.

The third and fourth beams shot at her from opposite directions.

For them, she stomped the ground, cracking the crystalline floor and sending shards of crystal scattering about.

They absorbed the light, thinning its form and allowing her to weave through them.

"Another wave!"

The conductor screamed as he rapidly swung his wand about with precise movements.

Each motion traced strings of words that boosted his choir and increased their chanting speed.

[Licht]

More particles of golden light were injected into the pillars—but before the first one could fire, Trish appeared before it, her hand clenched and pulled back.

Gathering an enormous amount of Aura within her fist, she launched a powerful punch that blurred as it struck the first pillar and sent it flying right into the choir.

Spell-chanting was cut short as they scattered apart, fear of elimination gripping their hearts.

The conductor, shoved aside during the scramble, tripped onto the floor where his body was brutally crushed by the enormous pillar, which dragged on until it bashed into the ground floor of the skyscraper and tilted it.

Paying no heed to the scattering mages, she ascended the stairway leading into the building.

It was ravaged and destroyed, but she eventually passed through the hole her attack had made in the entrance and arrived inside the building.

Her body was suddenly assaulted by heat waves that surged through the room.

Beads of sweat drenched the surface of her pale skin while her body was deprived of moisture.

Watching her skin grow whiter and drier by the second, she reinforced its surface with Aura and maintained the little vitality that remained.

"King said I could fight you... guess he wasn’t wrong."

A tremor echoed throughout the building as a figure coated in undying flames plummeted from the top floor and landed before her.

The ground erupted with cracks, and a large molten hole was left in the ceiling.

Landing underneath such unfathomable destruction was one of the three True Dragons of the academy—

Enko, the Flaming Salamander, and the youngest child of the Fire Dragon Lord.

She had fierce auburn-colored hair mixed with red. The hems of her hair flared with undying flames, and her eyes—a milky gold—burned with unhidden fighting intent.

Her presence was boiling, like the insides of a volcano near eruption.

Ancient white markings were inscribed across the surface of her tanned skin, each glowing faintly as her lips twisted into a haunting grin.

She carried a greatsword on her shoulder, one which she immediately tossed aside after noticing Trish’s vulnerable state.

Dragons—more so the younger ones like Enko—were prideful and also strongly believed in honor.

They respected their opponents and were willing to even restrain themselves if it meant it would put their opponents on equal footing with them.

Trish, her face once blank as an unused canvas, knitted her brows—but she wasn’t one for words. Hence, she lunged forward right after.

Enko followed, and immediately, they clashed.

The resulting impact tore the very foundation of the skyscraper apart.

Each blow sent tears through the ground, the resulting impact creating cracks that caused the building to crumble.

The two fighters, understanding the dangers the terrain held, leaped into the air, using the falling debris as platforms to make their way up.

Escaping the crumbling structure, Trish grabbed hold of a stray debris, spun, and tossed it at Enko, who smashed through it with a punch and propelled herself toward Trish.

Trish might have been a swordswoman, but she was competent enough in hand-to-hand combat to resist Enko’s barrage of punches as they both began free-falling back to land.

With Aura reducing her weight, she grabbed hold of Enko’s right hand and pivoted a kick into her face.

Her actions allowed her to land on top right before they crashed into the rubbles below.