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Chapter 154: Aria’s wrath

Chapter 154: Aria’s wrath

’Damnation!’ Jonathan cursed.

Then, the room vanished to them.

The chaos, the dying screams, the battle..., none of it mattered.

It was just Aria and Jonathan.

A battle of instincts, skill, and sheer unrelenting will.

Aria didn’t just want to have her revenge, at the same time, she wanted to prove to this shameless bastard that she didn’t need to resort to over-the-top dirty tactics to end him.

’Crazy maniac!’ Jonathan cursed again but he didn’t hesitate.

He moved like a storm, a powerhouse of calculated destruction.

As for Aria? She moved like a wraith, fast, unpredictable, and utterly ruthless with her twin swords that struck like Vipers.

Twin swords clashed against shield and sword again and again, sparks flying, light and shadow intertwining in a brutal dance.

Around them, it was a slaughter, Noah and the others going on a wanton slaughter, wilting the numbers of high-ranking guild members and guild leaders that participated in this guild meeting.

While they slaughtered, they left the stage for Aria and Jonathan.

Just like she wanted.

Jonathan attacked with precision, strength, and battlefield control. Aria countered with speed, deception, and an unpredictable ferocity.

It was a crazy duel.

He was the King of Suppression, while she was the Vengeful Wraith.

And tonight, one of them would fall.

After a few seconds of going at it, exchanging dozens upon dozens of blows, chipping at each other’s HP...

Jonathan gritted his teeth.

He had fought Aria before. He knew her style, knew her aggression, knew her deadly instinct for battle. But there was something different about her now.

This wasn’t just the Aria he had faced in the pro scene; this was Aria reborn.

The Aria who had spent weeks killing, the Aria who had turned revenge into an art, the Aria who had become death itself.

And then..., she tricked him.

A feint. A slight misstep, a calculated flaw.

But Jonathan didn’t see it, caught in her cadence already, and he fell for it.

Just for a second, just long enough, then...

BAM!

Aria’s blade plunged into his chest, twisting into his heart, through a tiny gap in his steel armor.

{CRITICAL HIT=}

Jonathan’s breath hitched, his long sword falling from his grasp as a large chunk of his HP disappeared with that blow.

All remnants of his HP were wiped out with that critical hit.

Thud!

His knees hit the ground in a theatrical manner. His eyes, wide with shock... and resignation.

He had lost, and he knew it.

Jonathan looked at her in his last few moments and grinned, spitting. "Vengeful fiend..., which woman behaves like this?!" He growled.

Then, a nasty smile plastered his face. "No wonder you don’t have a boyfriend".

Silence briefly reigned.

And as Jonathan collapsed, the last remnants of resistance in the war room crumbling, Aria stood over him, sword dripping with his blood.

She knelt. Leaned close.

And in a whisper only he could hear, she spoke. "Checkmate".

She seemed to hesitate slightly and then she eventually said. "Fool, who said I don’t have a boyfriend?"

Jonathan stared at her, a new gleam shining in his eyes, that of surprise.

And then, it also disappeared as with one final stroke, she severed his head.

Later, by the time reinforcements arrived, by the time the alarm finally rang, by the time the top guilds realized what had happened...

Aria and her crew were already gone, almost like they never came.

And Sanctuary city would never be the same, because the King of Suppression was dead.

Because Guild Echelon had struck at the heart of their enemies, where they thought they were most secure, striking fear into them.

The Vengeful Wraith had written her name in blood.

They felt the weight of Aria’s Wrath.

That night, only Jonathan knew, during that duel, he felt glimpses of an opponent he once knew long ago... the Sword Saintess.

Somewhere in Leeds...

In his room, Jonathan shivered. "Those bastards".

"They’re really serious about making it back to the pro scene".

He sighed; all signs of sleep having left his face already as he went to the kitchen where he brewed a cup of coffee.

The Sword Saintess, that was what she was once known as, Sprinkling Brooks controller, Cyber Squad’s Aria.

These days, she was no longer Cyber Squad’s though.

Sipping his coffee, Jonathan could not help but smile darkly thinking of Cyber Squad. ’You guys have no idea the demons you just unleashed’.

Having faced them countless times in the arena, he knew best, what that cohort was capable of doing when truly determined.

"F*ck! Why am I thinking of them like some devils?" He cursed.

"It’s nothing. It’s not as if they’re even in the Pro Alliance yet, and before that, they have to make it through the Promotion Tournament first".

Thinking of that, Jonathan remembered something and quickly picked his iPhone, accessing the internet.

There, he saw something that quickly attracted his attention.

[Promotion Tournament Starts in 3 days:]

[Total Number of Challenging Teams Registered: 313]

Every season in the English Pro Alliance, at the end of the season, 3 pro clubs, those at the bottom of the table are relegated while 3 new pro clubs are inducted into the Pro Alliance to take the place of the relegated clubs in the new season.

2 of the promotion slots are auctioned off by the league every season for a ridiculous amount of money, but the 3rd slot is free.

The 3rd slot is gotten through the Promotion Tournament.

A tournament where any aspiring pro player can participate. In the tournament, the best assembled teams compete, including clubs that were relegated in the previous season, they could all compete again for the 3rd slot.

After multiple grueling rounds of team battles, the team that is left standing after the final wins the 3rd slot for the English Pro Alliance.

By now, Jonathan already did his research and knew that Nightingale, the popular hip-hop musician was Club Echelon’s sponsor.

But still, knowing the kind of personalities that his rivals had, especially with people like Noah and Aria in the squad, he felt that they won’t let the popular musician spend the money to buy one of the 2 auctioned slots.

Rather, they would fight in the Promotion Tournament to secure the 3rd slot.

Using his phone, he searched for a name among the competing teams in the tournament and he was right.

[Target Found: Challenger Club Echelon]

Jonathan took a deep breath, blowing on his hot coffee. "Things are about to become interesting". He muttered.