Chapter 9:The Devil's Gathering
The academy was on edge.
Mri's victory over Baikon had shaken the balance of power.
And now, whispers of a new force rising in Jengraimukh Brute Force Academy were spreading.
The Dragons were silent.
Too silent.
It was the kind of silence that came before a storm.
The Dragon's Wrath
Inside a dimly lit room, deep within The Dragons' territory, leader Dipangkar sat at the head of a long table.
His Green Aura flickered around him, radiating power.
The captains of all fifteen divisions were present.
Some were furious.
Some were tense.
But all of them wanted answers.
Baikon, his injuries still fresh, spoke up first. "We should've ended him that day! Mri humiliated us!"
A burly captain, Abhinash (7th Division), slammed his fist on the table. "I agree! If we let this slide, everyone will think The Dragons have gone soft!"
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Dipangkar didn't react.
His gaze was cold, calculating.
Then, finally, he spoke. "We do nothing. For now."
Silence.
Confusion.
Baikon clenched his jaw. "What?! Are we just going to sit and do nothing?"
Dipangkar leaned forward. "Mri isn't just some reckless fighter. If we attack blindly, we'll be walking into his game. We need to be smarter."
The Warning
Mri sat on the rooftop of the academy, watching the sunset.
Ayang and Rihan sat beside him, silent.
The Revolutionary Stars had been restless since the fight.
Mri exhaled. "They'll come soon."
Ayang nodded. "And when they do, we'll be ready."
BANGâ
Before they could react, a group of assassins leaped from the shadows, their movements swift and precise.
Their blades gleamed in the dim light.
Without hesitation, they charged.
A Mistake.
Ayang's body moved like a phantomâone moment he was still, the next, he was gone.
THWACKâ
A single step and he was behind the first assassin.
His right fist crashed into the man's ribsâso fast the assassin barely had time to register pain before he was sent flying.
The second assassin lunged from behindâ
SWOOSHâ
Ayang ducked, spinning low before delivering a devastating elbow strike to the man's gut. The assassin coughed up blood before crumpling to the ground.
The remaining three hesitated.
A fatal mistake.
CRACKâ
Ayang's foot slammed into the next assassin's face, sending him sprawling.
With the same motion, he grabbed the fourth by the wrist and twistedâ
SNAPâ
The assassin screamed as his arm broke.
Only one was left.
He tried to run.
He never got the chance.
Ayang's hand clamped around his throat before slamming him against the rooftop.
BOOMâ
Dust exploded around them.
Silence.
Mri, watching from the side, let out a small smirk.
Rihan whistled. "Damn. You didn't even let us help."
Ayang cracked his knuckles. "They weren't worth my time."
Mri stepped forward, looking down at the last conscious assassin. "Who sent you?"
The man spat blood.
Silence.
Thenâ
"You already know."
Mri's eyes darkened.
The Dragons.
The Challenge
They didn't wait.
That same night, The Revolutionary Stars walked straight into The Dragons' territory.
The air was thick with tension.
The crowd parted as Mri stepped forward, his gaze locked onto Dipangkar.
Thenâ
He raised his hand.
And pointed directly at Dipangkar.
"You."
The crowd murmured.
A challenge.
A direct challenge.
Dipangkar chuckled, standing up. "You think you can take me?"
Mri didn't respond.
Insteadâ
For the first time, a deep golden glow flickered around him.
His Yellow Aura.
The rarest Aura.
A power only heard of in legends.
The entire hall fell into stunned silence.
Even The Dragonsâwarriors who had seen countless battlesâstood frozen.
Dipangkar's smirk faded for just a second.
Thenâ
He grinned.
"Fine."
He stepped forward, his own Green Aura surging.
"Let's end this."