Antihero In the Hero Academy: I Can Connect the Past Heroes-Chapter 99: Work of Wonders In The Arena

With another deep breath, Atlas once again leapt forward. One of the lizard men appeared to be a mage, two archers and one warrior.

That’s why Atlas dodged the warrior lizardman without a care in the world, and then, with one step after another, he started running towards the mage lizardman.

At that moment, his holy sword was covered with aura. An aura so blood-soaked that it even managed to overflow outside the arena covered the holy sword in Atlas’ hand.

Cordelia and the other Sages, all the aura warriors watching what was happening in the coliseum, and even the aura masters, especially Eva, managed to understand what the aura that had leaked out was. They were all frankly surprised and more than a little upset.

How could Cordelia not have realised that her student had such an aura the other day?

The Blood Red aura colour was indeed symbolic of blood, exhaustion and life that had faded. The black-coloured aura, on the other hand, really symbolised extinguished life, dead bodies almost.

In short, Atlas’ aura symbolised death itself.

The wars Atlas had fought in his previous life were incalculable. He could have spent six years in the Great War and lost his life among the corpses of thousands of demons and angels on the battlefield.

In spite of all this, he started to fight from his third year at the academy, when he was 17 years old.

When the war era began, he was one of the first to step forward and managed to create a chart with the blood of his enemies.

The number of lives extinguished at his hands had even exceeded millions.

This showed why his aura symbolised not one but two colours from the very beginning of his ascension. The aura revealed not only a person’s power but also their way of life, the depths of their heart, and the infinite splendour of their mind.

Bhagholir Herria’s aura, when he used that main aura ability, that ability which many aura masters called the Aura Zone, the space around him would involuntarily mould his aura, resulting in the formation of dozens of Herria trees.

When a mighty aura master like Eva did this, a flower garden stretching up to a thousand metres would form. This was the reason why she was nicknamed [Saintess of the Battlefield] and the like. Eva’s aura seemed to surround the flowers that had been blessed by Gaia or Persephone.

Eva would turn those flowers red with the blood of her enemies.

This symbolised the transformation of the aura in the individual. For Bhagholir, a sturdy tree, for Eva, perhaps flowers symbolising peace within...These would be the aura characteristics that these people could achieve with decades of meditation.

But what would the onlookers, at least those who knew a little about the event, think when a 15-year-old boy like Atlas had two colours symbolising coldness and red blood, which symbolised pallor, the real death itself? ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

A child...how could he have so much knowledge about death? How can that state, which can be reached after decades of meditation, be possessed by a child with a thought, knowledge and reality as deep as death?

How could he have embraced death itself so much that he could have possessed it?

That was exactly why Eva’s eyes filled with tears. She was an older sister who knew her little brother very well, but in the last year or so, Atlas must have been through more than even this precious older sister could have imagined.

This told Eva that she had failed to protect her little brother.

Of course... every one of these feelings came from the fact that Eva didn’t know Atlas’ previous life. It was obvious his aura would shape like this as he grew in this life.

Atlas instantly swung his aura-covered sword. The archer lizard that had appeared in front of him instantly sliced the man’s bow in half and pierced his heart with a single thrust.

It was such a hard piercing that the lizardman’s heart was impaled on the other end where the sword had exited his body.

Without waiting, Atlas dropped his holy sword and ran towards the other lizardman archer who was preparing to fire at him.

In normal circumstances it might have seemed like a bad idea to let go of his sword, but this was a holy sword, a sword that would always return to its owner.

That’s why Atlas held his hand behind his back and when the holy sword came into his hand as he ran, he covered the holy sword with his aura again and set it ablaze.

"SKRIIII!!!"

The lizard man screamed, but there was nothing to do.

With a single move, Atlas had separated the lizard man’s head from his body.

At that moment, his whole body trembled and his instincts were instantly activated. Instantly, he swung his sword behind his back and the sound of two metals clashing together rose in the arena:

"CHING!!!!!"

The Atlas warrior blocked the lizardman’s attack as if he had eyes behind his back and gave the lizardman a serious kick that sent him flying several metres forward.

He did this kick by sending his aura into his leg, it was a really powerful kick.

As he did so, he opened his palm and turned from the warrior lizardman to the mage lizardman behind him, looking at his enemy who was preparing to cast his spell:

"Ice Bullet," he said in a calm voice.

At that moment, a huge block of ice, perhaps thirty centimetres thick, formed right at the tip of his palm travelled at hyper-speed, and instantly pierced through the chest of the sorcerer lizard man.

Not only that, the spell froze the entire body of the lizard man, turning him into a block of ice.

Now the last lizard man, the warrior, was left.

When Atlas turned around again and looked at the lizard man writhing in pain on the ground, he pulled a sword out of his inventory and threw it in front of the warrior lizard man.

At that moment a sentence that made Cordelia smile echoed around the arena:

"Get up, you insult your race, monster."