Transmigrated as The Forgotten Extra-Chapter 90 Battling the Senior, Part 04.

A flurry of silver flashes danced across the arena. With his calculated moves, Peter dodged every attack and didn’t forget to throw one or two counters at his opponent.

The difference in skill between them was not too far apart. Stella’s only advantage was her superior agility, which enabled her to unleash a barrage of attacks against the boy.

Sure, both of them were dagger users who fought utilizing their speed. But they had a distinctive combat style portraying their own personality.

Stella’s movements were aggressive, her attacks on-point and aimed at Peter’s vital spots. It caused a stir around the place. Each strike she unleashed sent a chill through the spectators; they gulped, fingertips going cold.

Meanwhile, Peter was a thinker who often used tricks or counters when his opponent was caught off guard. He tilted his head sideways to dodge an incoming dagger thrust from Stella.

Stella didn’t stop; she clenched her hand on the dagger hilt and swung the dagger to slit Peter’s artery. Peter ducked down, tensed his legs and abruptly launched himself upward while thrusting his dagger at Stella’s lower jaw.

Watching a dagger coming closer, the girl parted her lips in a nasty smirk. Stella bent her upper body backwards, drawing an arc as she gracefully performed a backflip like a cat, showcasing her flexibility.

"Whoa, not bad, junior.

Her words were sultry as she licked her lips. Her violet eyes cast a seductive charm upon Peter after exchanging daggers with him.

He took a deep breath, then prepared his stance while gripping his dagger hilt tight. Peter scanned his opponent’s body from top to bottom and noticed the girl was holding back half of her true power.

’Tch, as expected from a senior. She forced my hands.’

Peter clicked his tongue, not because he was at a disadvantage. But he didn’t want to show much of his card in this spar. When his sister trained him, one of Chloe’s core lessons: always keep your true power hidden. Peter must keep his true power hidden.

To the spectators, Stella seemed to have the upper hand. Yet, the truth was the opposite.

He shifted his attention sideways, watching his leader stand on the sidelines. For a brief moment, Peter noticed Cain’s lips opened up, saying something inaudible.

’Go, show them what you got. Leave the aftermath to me.’

The blue-haired boy widened his eyes. He looked forward and inhaled a deep breath to fill his lungs with fresh oxygen, which cleared his foggy thoughts.

’Right, this is for her sake.’

Peter took a step forward, fixing his stance. It seemed normal to other people’s eyes, but the truth was enough to make the entire world mute if it were found out.

As a holder of Earth attributes in his body. He noticed something after awakening his control over Ether: a power to absorb a tiny bit of elemental energy from the ground, then convert it into a fuel that powered his physique.

He took a long breath, the soles of his feet trembling as he felt the invisible seismic waves on the ground surface flow in reverse. It came back to him, injecting raw elemental power he gained from nature.

A jolt of searing heat coursed through his feet and up to his chest. The heat pulsated through his veins to his fingertips.

Peter exhaled a white mist. The dagger in his grip rattled, strained by the excessive power threatening to devour him.

As the silence stretched out, Stella snorted in boredom. She twirled the dagger in her hand and was about to finish the battle in her next attack.

The air around Peter grew heavy. Stella saw a faint image of the arena floor beneath him, vibrating with pent-up energy. Then an oppressive pressure crashed down from above, snapping her mind into high alert.

’What is it!?’

Stella put her stance. Her violet eyes narrowed, glaring at the still opponent before her. But once she blinked, her vision dropped down. Before she knew it, she was pinned down to the floor. The girl widened her eyes before her expression contorted in pain.

She held her breath when a cold blade pressed against her nape. Even though it was dull, the chill creeping down her spine made her body shudder in fright.

"Checkmate."

A cold voice from above, shrouded in a looming shadow that filled her vision, made Stella gulp. She exhaled a long breath and opened her mouth.

"I lost."

Her voice was shrill because half her face was pressed into the floor, yet the intent was clear and echoed through the silent arena. The girl quietly murmured to herself.

’He wasn’t just fast, no, the ground itself seems to throw me off balance! How did he do that?’

Peter, who heard the girl’s voice, sighed in relief as he loosened the tension in his body. He abruptly stood up, stepping back to let his senior regain her feet.

He didn’t waste time on pleasantries. The boy just bowed his head slightly, then turned around to return to his comrade.

"Wait."

However, a word from Stella made his steps halt midway. Peter looked over his shoulder and saw the senior had stood up while scratching her head.

"What’s your name, junior? Mine’s Stella, that was a good match."

Peter furrowed his brows, unsure of facing the sudden serious expression from Stella. The girl he knew was a storm; it showed from her earlier behaviour to his leader, Cain.

The boy pressed his lips, then, after pondering for a few seconds, he sighed in resignation.

"My name is Peter. Thank you for the praise, Senior."

"Peter. Okay, I’ll remember it. By the way, who is the grey-haired boy over there?"

He took his words back. At first, Peter thought the violet girl behind him had a slight change of heart, but his thought was shattered when she demanded his leader’s name.

Ignoring her, the boy strode away from the arena and walked past Cain. Before returning to the other three, Peter’s ears perked up when he heard a congratulatory whisper.

"Good job, Peter."

"Thanks, leader."

Cain looked over his shoulder, watching Peter flash his white teeth. He shrugged, then turned his attention forward. A moment of silence passed in the space before an intervention came from the entrance.

"Hurry up, you wanted to tell him something, right?"

A feminine voice, strong with a bit of ferocity mixed in.

"Y-Yeah, but I can meet him later. Besides, there are too many eyes watching."

The other was a soft voice, like a bell chime in winter, cold yet soothing everyone’s heart who heard it.

"Geez, don’t be such a wimp."

"I’m not!"

The sound of incoming footsteps drew everyone’s gaze toward it. Two people were coming into the arena. Their striking beauty dispersed the tension in the room.

Cain widened his eyes when he accidentally locked his gaze with senior Luna, whom Chloe was dragging. The blue-haired girl waved her hand at him and walked closer to his side, passing through the middle arena.

"Hi Cain, it’s been a while. Thanks for always taking care of my little brother."

"Senior Chloe, what are you doing here?"

Once Chloe settled next to him, the girl nudged Luna’s side.

"Look, he’s asking you."

Senior Luna narrowed her gaze as she glared at her best friend. She sighed, then looked toward Cain. But when she gazed at those serene black eyes, the girl gulped and parted her lips awkwardly.

"C-Cain, do you mind if we talk for a bit, later?"

The grey-haired boy nodded. He was about to open his mouth, but closed his lips as a third party began to mingle in her business.

"Luna, it’s been a while since our last meeting."

A crimson-haired man walked closer to their group. His voice was calm, mixed with joy and authority as he faced the silver-haired girl.