My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 299: Champions Arena II

Leon's eyes narrowed slightly, the challenge lighting a fire behind them. freёweɓnovel.com

"I accept," he said simply, stepping forward as the surrounding crowd of Obsidian Ants murmured with interest.

The announcer grinned wider, antennae twitching. "Then welcome, outsider… to the Colosseum of Black Stone. Let's see if your kind can survive our crucible."

The first match started just minutes later. Leon stood alone in a wide obsidian arena, surrounded by towering antfolk and glowing glyphs etched into the arena walls. Above, floating crystal panels displayed his name.

[Rank 998 – First Challenger: Skarn the Carapace]

A towering Obsidian Ant stepped into the arena. His exoskeleton was reinforced with hardened lava-like plating, and when he slammed his fists together, a shockwave cracked the stone beneath.

"Body Force Initiated," the announcer said.

Skarn's muscles expanded, his outer shell glowing faintly with crimson lines as energy coiled through his limbs. The crowd roared.

Leon didn't move.

The announcer called out, "Begin!"

Skarn shot forward like a freight train, fists raised.

Leon lifted one hand.

A black glyph unfolded beneath him—Destruction Magic: Impact Layer.

As Skarn's fist came down, it struck an invisible wall of compressing gravity and shattered instantly. The ant reeled in pain, but before he could retreat, Leon raised his other hand.

Origin Conjurer: Gate of Embers.

A crimson summoning circle opened beside him, and from it emerged a lithe humanoid figure wrapped in molten armor—Ashbrand, one of Leon's mid-tier war spirits.

"Subdue."

Ashbrand blurred forward, landed a knee into Skarn's gut, and with a single burning palm, launched him into the wall with explosive force.

[VICTORY – Leon]

The crowd gasped.

Over the next several hours, Leon climbed rapidly. His abilities were far beyond anyone expected. For each rank, his summons shifted—he used:

Bonewing, a skeletal dragon spirit, to crush armored opponents.

Mirror Hound, a reflective elemental that bounced physical strikes.

And when he faced groups, he used Pulse Spires, autonomous resonance sentinels, to lock down the battlefield.

His title updated quickly:

[Current Rank: 251]

Between battles, he was given short rest periods. Roselia and Liliana watched from the private box above, while Roman and Naval placed bets—quietly amazed at how efficient Leon had become.

But when the break before Rank 250 came, Leon sat down, breathing steadily. Not exhausted, but… focused.

Millim dropped in beside him, bouncing slightly. "Having fun?"

He smirked. "A bit. They're durable, I'll give them that."

A tall Obsidian Ant in ceremonial robes approached. "Your strength… is impressive. You're about to enter the Top 250—a threshold where Body Force users truly fight like walking disasters. Do not hold back."

Leon stood, cracking his neck.

"I never do."

[Colosseum of Black Stone – Rank 250: Varnak of the Shattered Shell]

The arena grew eerily silent.

Varnak was unlike the others Leon had faced—towering nearly three meters tall, his body was wrapped in jagged obsidian plating etched with battle scars. Each breath he exhaled hissed like steam escaping cracked rock. From behind his back, he drew two massive arm-blades formed from compressed volcanic ore.

The announcer's voice echoed louder than before, clearly taking this more seriously:

"This is Varnak, the Breaker of Thirty—former champion of Floor 300. He stands as the Gatekeeper to the Top 250!"

From the crowd came a reverent hush. Even the ant spectators straightened their posture.

Leon stepped onto the field calmly. No fear. No arrogance. Just the glint of purpose in his eyes.

Varnak growled lowly. "You're no ant, no heir to the Blackstone Flesh. But you're fast, clever… dangerous. That's why I won't hold back."

"Begin!"

Varnak charged like a falling mountain. Each footstep cracked the floor, and his twin blades whistled through the air like sonic booms.

Leon didn't dodge.

Instead, he raised his hand—Destruction Magic: Event Horizon.

A sphere of implosive force burst outward, distorting space around Varnak just enough to ruin his momentum.

But the ant-warrior adapted fast. He let the wave carry him, twisting mid-air and hurling one of his blades like a comet. It struck Leon's barrier, cracking it with a thunderous shriek.

"He's strong," Leon muttered, smirking. "Good."

He stepped forward, summoning:

Origin Conjurer – Call Forth: Sable Monarch.

A massive obsidian lion, plated in steel flame and shadow, burst from a violet sigil and roared. Its mane was molten, and its roar knocked back Varnak by sheer sonic pressure.

Leon followed immediately, sword drawn, infused with Resonant Breaker's Edge—a technique that laced sound and space together.

They clashed mid-arena in a spray of sparks and crushed stone.

Varnak screamed, and his entire body ignited with internal energy. His armor cracked—on purpose—as new, glistening layers of carapace emerged beneath.

"True Body Force Form – Obsidian Bloom."

Spikes erupted from his arms, back, and legs. His body looked less like a humanoid now and more like a living war-fortress.

He barreled toward Leon, adapting mid-fight, countering spells with pure force. One punch dented the air. The second shattered part of the arena wall.

Leon responded by summoning two support constructs—Starfield Arbiters, floating crystal orbs that fired beams of space-compressed light.

He combined his own attacks with them: Chrono Lash, Void Step, and a mix of anti-armor spells.

In a final exchange, Varnak lunged—and Leon appeared behind him.

With one hand on Varnak's back, he whispered:

"Collapse."

A point of gravity crushed down at Varnak's core from within.

BOOM.

Dust exploded. The arena cracked into four.

When the smoke cleared, Varnak was on one knee—his shell fractured, his blades snapped.

He looked up… and laughed.

"Now that's a fight."

[VICTORY – Leon | Rank Increased: 250 → 197]

As Leon walked back to the waiting chamber, a figure stood at the corridor exit.

An elder Ant, wearing a shimmering robe adorned with black crystal, gave a shallow bow.

"You've entered the Top 200. From this point on… you may be taught the First Discipline of Body Force Cultivation: The Core Breathing Pulse."

Leon accepted the offered crystal scroll.

He turned, saw Roselia and the others waiting.

"197… not bad for a first run," he said with a smirk.

Roselia smirked back. "You planning to take Rank 1?"

Leon shrugged. "Maybe. But first… I want to know what this Body Force can really do."