The audience gasped.

Even Echo, watching intently from the stands, narrowed his eyes.

’This ability... It’s simple, yet terrifying in its application.’

Sobako wiped the blood from his mouth.

His breaths came heavy and ragged, but his eyes remained sharp.

Then

Hegrinned.

"Looks like I’ll have to take things up a notch," Sobako muttered.

Thecrimson glowaround his handsintensified. The air itself seemed to distort around him.

Timaro raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? Still got some fight left in you?"

Sobako stomped the ground.

And then—

He moved.

Faster than before.

Much faster.

Timaro barely had time to react before Sobako was already in front of him.

"Explosive Impact."

Sobako’sglowing fistslammed into Timaro’s chest.

Then—

BOOOOOOM!

Acolossal explosionerupted on impact, the force of itblastingTimaro across the battlefield.

For the first time in the fight—Timaro was sent flying.

The crowd wentsilent.

Timaro’s body smashed into the ground, sending debris flying in every direction. Smoke and dust billowed into the sky.

A few moments passed.

Then

A deep, chilling chuckle echoed through the battlefield.

The dustcleared.

And there stood Timaro.

Completely unharmed.

His purple wings trembled slightly. Hissmirk was gone.

Then

Hegrinned.

"Hahaha! Alright, I’ll use a bit of my power."

Sobako’s expressiondarkened.

Timaroclosed his eyes.

Then, anoverwhelming surge of energyeruptedfrom his body.

A storm of purple energy spiraled around him, so intense that even the spectators felt their chests tighten from the pressure.

Then—

Hishairbegan to change.

It grew longer, flowing past his shoulders. Its bright white huedeepened into a rich, royal purple. His wingsexpanded, their edges gleaming with a terrifying energy.

A monstrousaurafilled the battlefield.

Even Echo, watching from the stands, felt his fingers twitch.

’This... This is dangerous.’

Timaro opened his eyes.

His pupils, once a normal shade of violet, haddarkened into an abyssal purple, radiating power.

The entire battlefieldshook.

Then, in a single,blurred movement

Timaro disappeared.

Sobako’s eyes widened.

’Where did he?’

Before he could react

A shadow loomed over him.

Timaro hadalready appeared above him, mid-air, moving at speeds beyond anything Sobako had ever seen.

Then

A wing sliced downward.

Sobako barely had time to register what happened before

BOOOOOM!

Timaro’swing strikelandeddirectly onto Sobako’s chest, sending himcrashing into the ground with a force that shattered the entire battlefield.

The impact wasdevastating.

Sobako’s bodytore through the stone arena, smashing straight into a wall. The moment he hit—

The entirewall collapsed.

The audience was in shock.

Echo, leaning forward in his seat, finally exhaled.

’Now that... that was insane.’

The dust slowly settled.

Timaro hovered in the air, hispurple wings still trembling from the raw power he had just unleashed.

Then, in his usual, mocking tone, he laughed.

"Hahaha... Now this is fun."

---

The battlefield wasa wreck.

Cracks stretched across the ground like shattered glass, and thick dust choked the air. Sobako lay among the rubble, his chestheavingas he struggled to rise. Blood trickled from his lips, his bodyachingfrom the brutal strike he had just endured.

Above him, Timaro hovered effortlessly,his purple wings radiating an overwhelming energy. His violet eyes gleamed with power, and hislong, flowing purple hairswayed from the sheer force of his aura.

The crowd wassilent.

No one had seen anything like this before.

Timaro cracked his neck, his smirk widening.

"Hahaha... You felt that, didn’t you?" he taunted, flexing his fingers. "This is the difference between us."

Sobakogritted his teeth.

Then, slowly, heforced himself to his feet.

His entire bodyached, but his fighting spirithadn’t dimmed.

"You’re... acting cocky," Sobako muttered.

Timarolaughed.

"Because I can afford to."

Then

Timarovanished.

A fraction of a second later

BOOOOOM!

Timaro’s kneeslammedinto Sobako’s stomach, lifting himoff the ground. Before Sobako could react, Timaro’swingsliced across his body, sending him hurtling through the airlike a ragdoll.

The crowd gasped.

Sobakocrashedinto the ground, bouncing twice before finally rolling to a stop.

But Timarowasn’t done.

He raised his hand, his fingers curling.

"Absorb."

Sobako’s body wasyanked off the ground, flying toward Timaroagainst his will.

Then

Timarospun, swinging hiswinglike a blade.

CRACK!

The impactsent Sobako spiraling through the air, his body smashing into the remains of the collapsed wall.

The sheer force of the attackshook the battlefield.

Even the most experienced warriors in the crowd were leftspeechless.

And yet—Timaro still lookedbored.

"That’s it?" he muttered. "Come on. At least try to entertain me."

Sobakodidn’t move.

Timaro sighed.

"Pathetic."

The Legend of the Winged Power

Echo, sitting in the stands, watched withgleaming eyes.

The way Timaro used his wings—the sheerspeed, power, and precision—it was beyond anything he had ever seen.

He reached into his pocket, pulling out asmall notebook.

Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.

His pen danced across the pages, writing at a rapid pace.

"Good idea," he muttered to himself. "I’ll write down this wing skill and learn it when I go home."

His expression wascalm, but insidehe was thrilled.

This ability...It was perfect.

Thecrowdwas stillin shock, their gazes locked onto the battlefield.

But Echo?

He simplyclosed his notebook.

Then, without another word, hestood up.

The moment he rose, the people sitting around himinstinctively moved aside.

His presence alone was...unsettling.

With slow, deliberate steps, Ecoo made his wayout of the academy.

As he stepped into the sunlight, hisappearance became clear.

Hishair was a dazzling, unnatural white, almost glowing under the sun. His **eyes, however, were the complete opposite**a deep, dark abyss that seemed to swallow everything in their gaze.

The contrast wasstriking.

He wore ablack academy robe, its hemswaying slightlyin the wind.

Without glancing back, Echo walked away, disappearing into the distance.

----

The moon hunghigh in the sky, casting a pale glow over the quiet streets.

Eiko walked through thedimly lit roads, his black academy robe fluttering slightly in the night breeze.

The battle between Timaro and Sobako had beenentertaining, but Eiko hadgainedsomething far more valuable than mere entertainmentinspiration.

His mind wasbrimmingwith ideas.

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