Re-Awakened :I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner-Chapter 130: Chi transfer

Master Anng’s gaze swept the room, and after Danika’s demonstration, he called out, "Raven—step forward."

Raven hesitated for a moment, then rose from his seat. As he walked toward the front, he murmured under his breath,

’Here goes nothing…’

He reached Master Anng’s side, and with a respectful nod, asked, "Master, may I borrow one of your practice blades?"

Master Anng’s eyes softened slightly. "Proceed, Raven. Show us what you have learned."

Raven retrieved a slender, well-balanced blade from a low table near the instructor’s dais—a traditional steel practice sword that bore the marks of many training sessions. He took it with care, as though it were a sacred relic.

Standing in the center of the dojo, Raven assumed a fluid stance. The students fell silent as he closed his eyes and drew in a deep, measured breath. For a few heartbeats, all that could be heard was the quiet rustle of fabric and the soft hum of distant conversations outside the dojo.

Then, with deliberate calm, Raven began. His movements were slow and methodical—each gesture a study in precision. He began by channeling his chi through the blade. As he moved, a subtle glow seemed to emanate from the tip of the blade, barely perceptible at first, then growing steadily more defined.

’Control… It’s all about control,’ he thought, focusing his mind. ’This isn’t about raw power. It’s about letting the energy flow exactly as you intend it, not forcing it, but guiding it with your body and mind as one.’

He extended the blade in front of him and performed a series of precise, circular motions. Each swing was a blend of martial grace and technical discipline. The soft hum of energy accompanied his movements, the blade’s edge shimmering with an inner light. As he moved, the blade seemed to absorb the ambient energy, then release it in controlled bursts.

"Watch carefully," Raven said, his voice quiet but carrying clearly across the room. "The ancient martial archives from the Harbinger wars taught me that chi, when imbued directly into a weapon, can enhance both offense and defense. It transforms the blade into an extension of our spirit. But without rigorous control, it becomes volatile—and dangerous."

He shifted his stance, executing a series of subtle, low kicks and fluid strikes. With each motion, the glow along the blade’s edge pulsed in rhythm with his movements. He demonstrated how a well-timed parry could not only deflect an opponent’s blow, but also store that energy, which could then be released with a single, precise strike.

’Focus… every muscle, every breath,’ he mused internally. ’I must not let my emotions get in the way. Control is everything.’

The students watched in rapt silence, their eyes darting back and forth between Raven’s focused expression and the mesmerizing interplay of light along the blade. Master Anng observed keenly, nodding slowly as he took in every detail.

After a series of controlled strikes and graceful parries, Raven paused. He then executed one final, deliberate move: a smooth, arcing slash aimed at an empty space in front of him. As the blade cut through the air, a faint ripple of energy seemed to expand outward, dissipating without harming anything—yet the precision of the strike was undeniable.

A murmur rippled through the room. One of the students whispered,

"Did you see that? Incredible control!"

Master Anng stepped forward, his voice calm yet firm. "Raven, that demonstration was impressive. Your technique shows promise, but remember: control is the foundation. You must refine the way you channel your chi, especially during transitions. A slight hesitation or misalignment can cost you dearly in battle."

Raven lowered the blade and bowed his head respectfully. "Yes, Master Anng. I understand. I’ve spent the last week in the martial archives, studying every technique I could find. I’ve been training to imbue my chi into every movement, to make each strike as deliberate as possible."

He paused, meeting Master Anng’s gaze. "I know my control isn’t perfect yet, but I intend to improve. My aim is to let my chi guide my movements, not hinder them. I want the blade to move with me as if it were part of my very being."

Master Anng’s stern expression softened into a slight smile. "You have a keen mind, Raven, and your dedication is evident. Your demonstration today has not only shown power, but also the finesse of a true martial artist. Continue on this path, and you might well exceed the expectations we have for 1A."

A quiet buzz of approval swept through the class as Raven returned his gaze to the floor, a mix of relief and determination in his eyes.

Noah watched as Raven plopped down beside him, his expression one of disappointment—like he’d just bombed the entire demonstration.

’Was he tripping?’ Noah thought, narrowing his eyes slightly. ’He legitimately just apologized before stepping out like he was about to embarrass himself… only to go up there and wow Master Anng with his control and technique. And now—now he is acting like he failed?’

Raven let out a quiet sigh, his fingers idly tracing invisible patterns on his knee.

’Nah, he has to be playing fake humble,’ Noah mused, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye. ’There’s no way he’s actually upset after that performance.’

Master Anng literally praised him the most out of everyone so far. The man barely complimented anyone, let alone gave that kind of nod of approval. And yet, here Raven was, looking like he’d just let the whole academy down.

Noah leaned back slightly, crossing his arms. ’What’s his deal? Is he expecting some divine level perfection or something?’

The other students were still murmuring about Raven’s technique, clearly impressed. Even some of the upper-rankers who were present to observe were nodding in approval.

Noah scoffed internally. ’Yeah. Definitely fake humble. This guy.’

Still, something about Raven’s expression nagged at him. It wasn’t the usual over-the-top ’woe is me’ act some people put on to fish for compliments. There was something deeper to it. A real frustration.

’Huh… maybe he actually thinks he could’ve done better,’ Noah realized, watching Raven’s fingers tighten into a small fist on his knee.

Master Anng called up the next student, shifting the focus of the class. But Noah still found himself side-eyeing Raven, trying to figure out if his classmate was just ridiculous or if there was something more to it.

Noah sat there, watching each demonstration unfold, and the more he saw, the more something gnawed at him.

Everyone had taken massive strides in their technique—most of them channeling their chi into raw, explosive power. The kind of displays that turned heads.

’Damn… they’ve all been putting in work,’ he thought, eyes flicking between the students who had stepped forward so far. ’Even the ones I wouldn’t have expected to be this far along… they’re actually making it happen.’

And yet, here he was.

The only reason he even bothered learning chi was as a backup—something to depend on if his system abilities ever failed him. He never planned to make it his main focus. But now, sitting here, watching them, something about that logic felt… lacking.

’What good is learning something halfway?’ he mused, tapping a finger against his knee. ’If I’m gonna do it, I should at least do it right.’

He hated to admit it, but he was already being outshined—and he hadn’t even been called up yet.

Not that he cared about getting selected for the interschool competition. That part didn’t bother him. But being seen as weak? Not good enough?

That was something else entirely.

Public embarrassment had always been his issue. The idea of standing up there and not measuring up—it was unsettling.

Noah exhaled slowly.

’Guess I’ll actually have to do something,’ he realized.

He had come to the dojo today planning to coast. Maybe throw out a fraction of what he could do, just enough to check the box and move on. But now that everyone was showing out?

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’Tch. I have to at least try… right?’

Noah exhaled through his nose, pushing himself up as Master Anng finally called his name.

He had no grand ambitions to show off, but after what he’d just witnessed, walking up there with a half-baked display wasn’t an option. He needed to be smart about this. Efficient. Something that would stand out without giving too much away.

He stepped forward, hands tucked behind his back as he approached the center of the dojo. His mind worked fast—sifting through everything he knew about chi, what had been demonstrated today, and what gaps still existed in their understanding.

Raw outbursts? Already covered.

Infusion? Raven had nailed that.

Physical augmentation? Both Mira and the 1A girl had done variations of that.

’So… what’s missing?’

Then it clicked.

Everyone so far had treated chi as a tool for strength, an amplifier of force. But force wasn’t just about power—it was about direction, timing, and efficiency.

Noah turned to Master Anng. "Could I request two brass plates?"

Master Anng raised a brow but nodded, retrieving two plates and holding them up. The class murmured, curious.

Noah took a breath, gathering his chi—not to his fists or feet, but within. He wasn’t going to strike. He was going to redirect.

He stepped forward, placing his palm against one of the brass plates. A faint ripple of energy pulsed from his hand into the metal, but he wasn’t trying to break it. Instead, he quickly moved his other hand to the second plate, forming a connection.

For a second, nothing happened.

Then—snap!

A small pulse of energy jumped between the two plates, like a silent detonation of force. The first plate, the one he had pressed, barely moved, but the second? A sharp crack rang through the dojo as a clean fissure split across its center.

Gasps filled the room.

He had transferred the force—not as an outburst, not as brute strength, but as a seamless redirection.

Noah took a step back, rubbing his wrist slightly as he glanced up at Master Anng. "Chi isn’t just power—it’s efficiency. It can be guided."

Silence stretched for a moment. Then Master Anng grinned.

"Interesting." He turned the cracked plate in his hands, inspecting it. "You didn’t just imbue chi—you channeled it through an object, bypassing direct contact."

Noah nodded. "I figured... if chi can reinforce the body, it should also be able to carry force between mediums. It’s just a matter of guiding the flow properly."

The class erupted into whispers.

Master Anng chuckled, tossing the broken plate aside. "A technique like that… in the right hands, it could be devastating." He shot Noah an approving nod. "Not bad, Eclipse. Not bad at all."

Noah exhaled internally, stepping back to his place. He had done it—not to impress, but to prove himself capable.

More importantly?

He hadn’t looked like a fool.

’It’s just two things combined…’

Noah walked back to his spot, eyes down but mind racing.

The first time he ever used chi properly, he’d let it build up inside him and then released it in a burst—like opening a dam. A simple outpouring of raw energy. That was step one.

Against Diana Frost, he’d done the opposite. Instead of letting the energy explode outward, he’d pulled it in, reinforcing himself, using chi as an internal buffer. That was step two.

And now?

He had just done both at the same time.

He had gathered the energy internally, infused it into himself—then, instead of releasing it outward, he had guided it through a secondary medium. A controlled transfer rather than a wild explosion.

’That’s why it worked. I wasn’t just hitting the plate with force. I was guiding it, moving it from one point to another without losing momentum.’

It felt obvious now, but at the moment, it had just been instinct. He had done it because it made sense.

’So that means… chi isn’t just an amplifier. It’s a conduit.’

That thought sent a chill down his spine.

’What else can I transfer?’