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.
