Antihero In the Hero Academy: I Can Connect the Past Heroes-Chapter 118: Wasn’t That Hard

The succession of clashing attacks was coming to an end, and Aster finally realised that this style of attack was not working.

At that moment, he seemed to have honed his flying magic to an even higher level.

He began to circle Atlas, reaching a higher and higher speed with each second.

After almost fifteen seconds, Aster had reached a speed that even Atlas could not see with his naked eyes. It was dangerous.

Even Atlas himself knew he couldn’t just hit something he couldn’t see.

That was why he created a shield of magic on top of the aura he was surrounded by, and then quickly began to gather his thoughts.

Cheers erupted around the coliseum.

Aster’s strategy was indeed a good one.

The image of speed around, swords made of ice began to move towards Atlas through the mana particles left.

He knew that he couldn’t fully meet every one of the ice swords coming towards him from everywhere, but he had a chance.

Aster had foolishly chosen to use attacks made of the element ’ice’. Even though a sorcerer with seven magic rings created these ice swords and were indeed very strong, Atlas had something beyond limits.

[8 Sacred Flames]

It was a spell that could not be underestimated.

When the jet-black flames, which could burn anything, spilt out of Atlas’ body, the entire arena began to burn. Aster could no longer step on the arena floor even if he wanted to.

Each of the ice swords coming at Atlas began to melt halfway through and therefore lost their weight and lost momentum.

This gave Atlas the possibility to attack against each ice sword.

One after the other, he kept directing the ice swords towards the black flames on the arena floor.

At the same time, he was trying to figure out the attack pattern that existed with the swords coming at him. Aster had such a steady attack style that even though he was getting faster by the second, he could see Atlas almost blindfolded as he began to meet the attacks.

It was as if he was accelerating with each passing second, but sending the same effect to Atlas.

Atlas, on the other hand, continued to engrave the shape of the attack scheme in his mind and continued to meet the attacks with each passing second.

A countdown began in his mind, and Atlas realised how much his acceleration had increased each time Aster passed through each point.

"0.03%," Atlas suddenly muttered.

As those words echoed around the arena, the less powerful couldn’t understand what he was saying, but the really powerful people sitting in their coliseum seats watching the battle in the arena couldn’t help but shake their heads.

"It can be done," Atlas thought.

Immediately after that, he stopped moving and began to support the magic shield with all his mana.

One after the other, the melting and decelerating ice swords hit the magic shield and shattered it, while the shield continued to regenerate at the same time.

Atlas was waiting for the right moment. The one moment he was waiting for, the one moment he wanted to see. The one moment when he could feel it and realise what he wanted.

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"BA-DUMP!!!"

He could hear the sound of his heart beating one after the other and realised the sudden slowing down of Aster’s acceleration time, which was getting faster and faster, and then speeding up again.

This suggested that Aster’s flying and the speed spell he was using simultaneously were things that needed to be used repeatedly.

Aster was not skilled in these two spells. This must’ve been the reason for him slowing down and speeding up at a higher speed.

This gave him the time he needed to attack Atlas.

The spell types were constantly changing and the attacks Aster sent at Atlas evolved one by one.

Occasionally poison attacks and even fire attacks would rain down on Atlas.

However, Atlas kept changing the colour of the flames as if he could see what was going on, even though his eyes were closed, and depending on the attack, the flame would either turn white, representing ice fire, or black, burning everything.

Although his eyes were closed, it was as if he had no empty spots.

The clouds in the sky began to change and small rain clouds began to form inside the arena. As Aster prepared for his next attack, he was constantly increasing the speed of the spells he sent out.

He was a clever boy. It had to be said that he was quite talented. Of course, it didn’t take Atlas long to realise that he was fighting against someone he had barely met in his previous life.

There weren’t many youngsters who could prepare flying, speed, attack, defence and a great spell at the same time. It was literal multitasking at its finest.

The clock kept ticking, and after exactly three minutes of waiting, Atlas decided it was almost time to attack.

The electrifying rain clouds gathering above the arena were enough to tell Atlas that a Seventh-Grade lightning spell was about to land on his head.

That was enough for Atlas to realise that he had to take this chance or he would surely, surely be defeated.

He started another countdown in his mind.

With each passing second, the time got closer and closer and the final seconds ticked away:

"Six," Atlas said aloud.

"Five," he muttered.

"Four," he added.

"Three," he said and frowned.

"Two," he said and gripped his holy sword hard.

"One," he said once more.

At the end of this countdown, he instantly turned around and swung his sword with all the aura energy in his body.

The incredibly fast and crescent-shaped energy coming out of his sword hit Aster incredibly hard.

Aster was instantly sent flying several metres away and then fell into the black flames that covered the arena for most of the time.

Atlas was very, very close to winning.

Watching what was happening, the cheers of people with low power levels and frankly not much knowledge about fighting could be heard clearly, and those who had long training in fighting were in involuntary shock.

Every move Atlas made, every muscle he moved, every spell he cast, every aura energy he released was at a perfect level.

Since Atlas could not break Aster’s spell directly and could not harm him with his low-level aura, he tried and succeeded in dropping him into the dark flames, the only possible way to harm him.

Disrupting spells instead of breaking them was a more logical choice in Atlas’ eyes, and as a result of this choice, Aster fell into the dark flames.

"UUAGGHHHHHH!" shouted Aster. Even though he was going to get out of the arena without any physical damage, the pain inside the arena was all too real.

He was trying to move but was unable to do so.

Atlas did not want this young man to suffer even more, so he immediately jumped on him and stabbed his holy sword right into the chest of Aster, who had to lie on the flames.

At that moment, the two were thrown out of the arena.

When Atlas returned to the waiting room, there was no end of eyes staring at him.

Even the eyes of the triplet vampire girls, Irene, Elise, River and the people he had recognised from his old life and befriended again were locked on him.

"What?" questioned Atlas.

The sounds of cheering coming from the coliseum were so loud as to deafen even those in the waiting room.

"Did you just say [what?] to us you piece of crap?" said Irene suddenly. With that, the young girl stood up, quickly hugged Atlas, and then couldn’t resist adding, "I’m awfully proud of you, well done."

Atlas couldn’t remember the last time Irene had hugged him, and the fact that there was no difference between the Irene of his previous life and the Irene of this one was very good news.

"Thanks," Atlas replied, and then, even though Irene wouldn’t let go of him, he was able to walk like a penguin and sit down in one of the chairs in the break room.

When Irene let go of him, he said, "Elise should be next, right? With your duel against Aster, the first ranking of the fifth years is over, now the classes will be mixed."

Irene and Elise had become good friends in the past few months. Elise’s incredibly warm-blooded nature had even unlocked Irene’s heart, which was incredibly cold.

Irene had found her second friend after Atlas.

With that, the waiting began again, and the students, although they were of different classes and power levels, came to the arena one by one and started to do their best.

Firstly, the first and second years, but Irene herself was not even called, and indeed, just like Atlas, it was as if she had been condemned to fight with someone else.

After all this waiting, the triplet vampire sisters were called to the arena in turn and all three of them managed to win their duel.

Of course, there were not many people who could defeat vampires, especially pure-blood vampires.

Elise also fought her duel and returned to the waiting room with an overwhelming victory.

After all this, it was now Irene’s turn. At least that is what all the friend group thought...

At that moment, an announcement was made that no one expected:

"IRENE LUIS AND ATLAS SHOREKEEPER TO THE ARENA!"