Aetheric Chronicles: Reborn As An Extra-Chapter 473 The Art of the Impossible

Meanwhile, Adrian's movements began to lose their fluid grace. His steps, once swift and precise, grew heavier, more labored.

Each throw of his dagger, each blast of aether he launched toward Aurelius, seemed to lack the calculated precision that had marked his earlier attacks. The crown prince's wind barriers swatted them aside with contemptuous ease, the projectiles scattering harmlessly into the arena walls.

"He's slowing down," a voice whispered from the crowd, disappointment evident in their tone.

"Well, the crown prince is too powerful after all, comparable to a Stellar Tier Awakeners..."

Another spectator shifted uneasily. "This feels familiar... like we've seen this before, but reversed."

The sense of déjà vu rippled through the audience.

The same dynamic they'd witnessed earlier, at the beginning of the battle, had returned, but now it was Adrian who appeared overwhelmed, his earlier dominance replaced by what seemed to be desperate survival. Yet none dared look away—the sheer intensity of the battle held them captive, each moment pregnant with the possibility of a sudden reversal.

Aurelius tracked Adrian's deteriorating performance with a mixture of satisfaction and nagging concern.

Something about Adrian's movement pattern tugged at his tactical mind, but the thought slipped away as he focused on his dwindling time limit. Two minutes—that was all his body could handle of this overwhelming power before it began to break down. The flickering of his aether core warned him that precious seconds were slipping away.

'Need to end this now,' he thought, gathering his power for one final assault. The air around Adrian began to thicken, coalescing into a dome of pure cutting force. Layers upon layers of wind blades formed an intricate death trap, each layer rotating in a different direction, leaving no angle of escape uncovered.

Inside the construct, Adrian's movements grew more frantic.

His dagger sparked uselessly against the whirling winds, each attempt to break free seemingly more desperate than the last. Blood sprayed as new cuts opened across his skin, his defensive movements becoming increasingly erratic as the dome slowly contracted around him.

"No escape this time," Aurelius muttered, his concentration absolute as he poured more power into the trap.

The dome shrunk steadily, now barely three meters across, its edges carving grooves into the arena floor. Adrian's form became harder to track within the maelstrom of cutting winds, his figure obscured by the increasingly dense barriers.

The crowd leaned forward collectively, tension mounting as they watched Adrian's space diminish by the second. Aurelius's face showed grim determination as he prepared to deliver the finishing blow. The dome contracted further, now just two meters in diameter—barely enough space for a man to stand.

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"It's over!" Aurelius declared, channeling a massive surge of wind directly into the heart of the dome. The blast connected with devastating force, the impact sending shockwaves across the arena floor.

He hesitated for a brief moment and shouted at Adrian.

"You lost, so sur—!"

The words died in his throat as an unnatural stillness descended over him. Time seemed to slow to a crawl, the world around him taking on a dreamlike quality. Something was terribly wrong. His eyes snapped to the collapsing dome, and in that frozen moment, his blood ran cold.

The space within was empty.

A primal fear gripped him, starting at the base of his skull and racing down his spine like liquid ice. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as his instincts screamed a warning his conscious mind hadn't yet processed. Time snapped back to normal speed with jarring suddenness.

Aurelius threw up a desperate shield of compressed air around his body, but he was a fraction too slow. Multiple daggers and knives struck him from behind, their impacts partially deflected but still drawing blood. Realization struck him, they were the weapons Adrian had thrown at him earlier. But how did they strike him?

"!"

His instincts screamed of danger once more and before he could turn to face this new threat, a presence materialized before him—Adrian, but not the Adrian he knew from their training sessions or friendly duels.

This was a different person entirely.

Cold, calculating eyes regarded him with the detached interest of a predator. Gone was any trace of the friendly rivalry they shared, replaced by the bearing of a seasoned warrior who had seen far darker days than this arena could ever witness.

"How—" Aurelius began, but consciousness fled before he could complete the thought. Adrian's strike to his neck was perfectly placed, disrupting his aether flow with surgical precision. The world tilted sideways as darkness claimed him, his emerald aura flickering out like a candle in a storm.

The crown prince's unconscious form began to fall, the winds that had been his perfect weapon now nothing more than gentle breezes stirring the dust of the arena. Adrian caught him before he could hit the ground, his own body marked with dozens of cuts but his eyes still sharp and focused.

"You almost had me," he murmured, respect mixing with exhaustion in his voice. His trap—the seemingly random attacks that had actually been carefully placing his aether signature and power at specific points around the arena—had worked perfectly, though the cost was written across his body in blood and bruises.

The arena remained silent for several long seconds, the audience struggling to process what they had just witnessed.

Then, as the reality of what had happened sank in, chaos erupted in the stands. Shouts of disbelief mingled with cheers and gasps of amazement—they had just witnessed the impossible, a lower-ranked fighter defeating the crown prince at the height of his power. Read exclusive adventures at empire

The referee stepped forward, his voice slightly shaky as he raised his hand to make the official declaration. But everyone already knew the truth—this match would be talked about for years to come, not just for its outcome, but for the masterful display of skill, strategy, and sheer determination they had witnessed.

Adrian Lighthaven had done the impossible, and the ripples of this victory would echo through the kingdom for many years to come.