Zack had completely changed.
Argon's eyes widened in shock. This… I never taught him anything like that. Even I don't know a technique that can suddenly boost one's power to this extent.
For the first time, Argon realized—Zack was about to wield a swordsmanship beyond anything he had given him.
The once-blue aura surrounding Zack now blazed crimson, swirling violently like a raging inferno.
On the other side, John frowned, his grip on the spear tightening.
What is this…? Until now Zack was something else, but now… now he's transformed entirely. And this red aura… it feels terrifying, almost suffocating. Looks like I'll have to unleash my full power as well.
John now wielded both a spear in one hand and a sword in the other. Being a true warrior, he had mastered every weapon at his disposal. This was his ultimate technique—an attack he himself had developed, one that combined the power of both sword and spear into a single devastating strike.
John locked eyes with Zack and said,
"Zack, I never thought I'd have to use this technique in a tournament. But fate has its way of forcing decisions."
Zack smirked, his crimson aura burning even brighter.
"I was thinking the same. But against someone like you, I have no choice but to unleash one of my most powerful attacks."
"Then so be it," John replied, raising both weapons. "This will be our final strike."
Both warriors charged forward with everything they had.
Zack: "Kalthok's Swordsmanship — First Form: Dragon Claw!"
John: "Combined Attack — Valkuchi!"
The clash between Zack and John was so fierce that the entire stadium was engulfed in smoke and dust. The ground quaked under the force of their final attacks, leaving the audience stunned into silence.
For a few tense seconds, nothing was visible. Then, as the smoke slowly cleared, the scene revealed itself—both warriors lay wounded on the ground, battered and broken by the intensity of the battle.
Everyone assumed the fight had ended in a draw. The announcers were just about to declare it when—suddenly—Zack's body stirred. With sheer willpower, he pushed himself up, bloodied but standing tall.
John, however, remained motionless on the ground.
That single moment was enough to decide everything. The victory was Zack's.
As the announcement echoed through the arena, the entire battlefield erupted with deafening chants:
"ZACK! ZACK! ZACK!"
The cheers shook the academy walls, marking Zack's name in history.
To be continue...