My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 194: Battle Arena X

The referee raised his hand.

"Begin!"

Vanessa immediately stomped her foot, sending a wave of ice across the arena. Aeron leaped back, barely avoiding being frozen. He smirked and flicked his wrist—multiple copies of himself appeared around Vanessa.

She narrowed her eyes.

"Tricks won’t work on me!" she declared, forming a blizzard around herself, destroying the illusions in one sweep.

Aeron clicked his tongue. "So much for that."

He dashed forward at high speed, weaving through the ice spikes she conjured. In a flash, he was behind her, his dagger aimed for her back.

But Vanessa was prepared.

A wall of ice erupted between them, forcing Aeron to retreat. She spun around, sending razor-sharp icicles flying at him.

Leon, watching from the sidelines, nodded in approval. "This fight is actually good."

Kieran smirked beside him. "Not bad. But they’re still not on our level."

Leon glanced at him but said nothing. He simply continued watching.

The fight dragged on, both combatants exhausting their energy. In the end, Aeron’s speed and illusions overwhelmed Vanessa—he landed a decisive hit, ending the match.

The referee raised his hand. "Winner: Aeron!"

Vanessa sighed, rubbing her shoulder where she was hit. "Damn, that was close."

Aeron smiled. "Yeah, you almost got me there."

Now, only one fight remained—Aeron vs. Kieran.

As Aeron stepped into the arena for the final match, the tension in the air was palpable. Kieran, the mysterious swordsman who had yet to reveal his true strength, stood across from him with a calm smile.

Leon leaned forward, watching intently. He had a feeling that this fight would be different.

The referee raised his hand. "Begin!"

Aeron wasted no time, vanishing in a blur of speed, his illusions multiplying around Kieran. Dozens of Aerons surrounded him, all moving unpredictably.

But Kieran didn’t even flinch.

"You’re fast," Kieran said, unsheathing his sword with a slow, deliberate motion. "But you’re not fast enough."

In an instant, a sharp whoosh echoed through the arena. Kieran’s blade shimmered with a strange energy as he swung once—just once.

A wave of invisible force blasted outward.

"What?!" Aeron barely had time to react as all his illusions were cut down in a single moment.

Leon narrowed his eyes. "A sword technique that can strike through illusions?"

Aeron gritted his teeth and leaped back, realizing that simple tricks wouldn’t work. He dashed forward at full speed, his dagger aimed for Kieran’s neck.

But before he could reach, Kieran vanished.

"What the—?!" Aeron barely saw it—Kieran reappeared behind him. Explore more adventures at novelbuddy

Aeron’s instincts screamed at him to move, but it was already too late.

Kieran swung his sword. A powerful shockwave sent Aeron flying across the arena, crashing hard into the ground.

The crowd gasped.

Leon exhaled slowly. "Yeah... that guy’s strong."

Vanessa and Ragnar watched in silence. No one had expected this.

Aeron coughed, pushing himself up. His illusions wouldn’t work, and his speed was meaningless. He had one last trick up his sleeve, but using it would drain him completely.

"I guess I have no choice." Aeron muttered, his hands glowing as he activated his trump card.

Kieran smiled. "Show me what you’ve got."

Aeron clenched his fists, his entire body radiating with a faint, flickering glow.

"Phantom Mirage."

His figure blurred, splitting into multiple copies—not illusions this time, but something more. Each one moved independently, weaving through the battlefield, making it impossible to tell which was real.

The crowd held their breath. Even Leon’s eyes sharpened in interest.

Kieran, however, remained completely unfazed.

"An advanced form of illusion?" he muttered. "Let’s see if it makes a difference."

Aeron’s clones attacked from all directions. Daggers flashed, cutting through the air, aiming for Kieran’s blind spots.

But Kieran stood firm.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

With one hand behind his back, he deflected each strike with effortless precision, his sword moving as if it had a mind of its own.

Then, suddenly—

SWOOSH!

Kieran disappeared again.

Aeron’s eyes widened. "Where—"

Before he could react, a cold sensation touched his neck.

Kieran was behind him, his sword lightly resting against Aeron’s throat.

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The entire arena fell silent.

"Match over," Kieran said casually, stepping back and sheathing his sword.

Aeron gritted his teeth, his hands trembling. He hadn’t even seen the final move.

The referee hesitated before finally raising his hand. "Winner: Kieran!"

The crowd erupted into cheers and murmurs.

Leon smirked. "This guy... he’s a good."

Vanessa folded her arms. "What about your chances against him?."

Ragnar let out a low whistle. "I was planning to fight him seriously, but now I’m not sure if I’d even land a hit."

"You, Leon?" Aeron asked.

Leon replied with a confident smirk, "I can defeat him without even lifting a finger or moving from my spot."

Aeron blinked in disbelief.

Vanessa, watching Leon’s calm expression, whispered, "I think he’s serious." The others nodded in agreement.

Leon lightly tapped his lips twice, deep in thought, but said nothing more.

Meanwhile, the announcer’s voice boomed across the arena.

"People, we have our top three!"

The crowd erupted in cheers as the results were officially declared.

"First place—Leon! Second place—Ragnar! And finally, third place—Kieran!"

With the top three decided, the tension in the arena grew heavier. The audience murmured with excitement—this was the moment everyone had been waiting for.

Leon, Ragnar, and Kieran stood at the center of the stage, each radiating a powerful presence.

The announcer stepped forward and raised his hand. "Now, the final battles will determine the true champion! The first match—Leon versus Kieran!"

Kieran smirked, stepping toward Leon. "I’ve been waiting for this," he said, his eyes gleaming with confidence.

Leon simply yawned. "Have you? I wasn’t really paying attention."

Kieran’s smirk twitched, but he held his composure. "You act like you’re untouchable, but let’s see if you can keep that attitude when we fight."

Leon cracked his knuckles and walked toward his side of the arena. "Sure, let’s get this over with."

The referee stepped between them and raised his hand. "Fighters, get ready!"

The crowd hushed, waiting for the battle to begin.

"Three... two... one... FIGHT!"

Kieran dashed forward, his blade gleaming, while Leon stood still, not even bothering to take a stance.