Psychic Overlord-Chapter 148: Tousou (The Battle) 12

Kaizer stepped forward, psychic pressure rolling off him in thin, almost invisible waves that warped the air. The once-roaring arena had turned still and completely silent except for the low hum of power where Kaizer and Solaris stood off.

"Relax, I didn’t come to cause trouble. I simply came to pass a message." Solaris said with a warm chuckle, spreading his arms as golden embers curled around his fingers.

He turned his gaze toward Kaizer, the smile still stretched across his face, eyes burning like miniature suns. "Terra says hello... and is looking forward to your growth."

The arena tensed again and the words alone chilled the hearts of those who understood.

Kaizer’s eyes sharpened, as his voice become colder than ice. "Don’t speak that name in front of me."

Solaris tilted his head slightly, as if genuinely curious. "Still in denial? Tsk. You should know by now. The Earth itself dreams... and in its dreams, it chose you."

Rina frowned, her body twitching with restrained aggression, but Kaizer raised a hand slightly to hold her back while his stare never left Solaris.

"You’re not welcome here. You and your faction exist to trample over the weak. To twist esper superiority into divine mandate." Kaizer said flatly.

Solaris smiled wider. "Oh, but is that not the future? Look around, Kaizer. How many non-espers can stand next to you without trembling? You think the Supreme Force protects them? They fear you more than they protect them."

Kaizer didn’t flinch. "And you fear me."

Solaris laughed, truly laughed from within the depths of his soul. The sound echoed unnaturally, like sunlight crackling on water.

"Fear you? No, boy. I admire you, but you’re not qualified yet." He stepped forward, golden flames parting the cracked tiles underfoot like they were dust.

The man smirked widely his demeanor casual. "You couldn’t scratch me now, even if you poured everything out. Terra wouldn’t even let you were I to restrain my power."

Kaizer’s fists clenched, but Solaris spoke again before he could move.

"And besides," Solaris turned his head, letting his glowing eyes fall on Rina with a gaze far too familiar.

"This girl should understand..." His smile twisted. "Being the avatar of Morte—Death itself."

The world seemed to shatter at this moment.

All across the stands, gasps and shrieks erupted.

In the instructor box, Carlisle stood bolt upright.

"What?!" he exclaimed.

Madam Sylvia dropped her fan. "Rina... is Death’s avatar?!"

Dean Rochester’s brow furrowed deeply. "So that’s what you came to do. Not to fight, to expose."

In the Supreme Force box, Commander Blaze slammed a fist on the railing. "That lunatic just declared war."

Ethan Voss’s face turned granite. "Then we will answer."

In the Heir Pavilion, Davion took a step back involuntarily. "That... brat... she’s Death’s avatar?"

Rafael’s mouth was dry. "And Kaizer... is Terra’s?"

Ryu said nothing, he only closed his datapad slowly.

Kaizer didn’t speak, he stood beside Rina, unmoving, his expression unreadable.

Rina herself didn’t react at first. She didn’t scream, or deny it, or lash out, but rather only tilted her head slowly toward Kaizer.

"Is it true?" she asked, voice too soft to hear.

Kaizer didn’t answer right away, he didn’t need to.

Rina’s eyes dimmed slightly. "...You knew."

He turned to her gently. "I was going to tell you. I wanted you to have peace and a normal life, just for a little longer."

But she shook her head, the fury burning again behind her eyes. "I’m not afraid of anything if im with you. Tell me what it means later. Right now, I want to know—"

Her gaze snapped to Solaris.

"...Can I kill him?"

Solaris grinned. "You’ll try. One day."

He turned, robes sweeping behind him, golden flames curling inward.

"The Earth dreams, Kaizer. And soon, when it wakes... we’ll see what kind of god you become."

And just like that, Solaris vanished into light.

Kaizer stood frozen for a long second, his jaw tight.

Then he turned to Dean Rochester. "I want every piece of intel you’ve ever gathered on the Ancients, every file, every True Lord and even every death as well as every betrayal."

Dean Rochester met his gaze, and this time, he nodded. "I’ll give you everything."

And somewhere, deep in the arena’s spiritual resonance field... the Crown shivered.

..........

The show still had to go on.

The arena was still trembling from Solaris’ exit, his words etched into every ear like divine commandment.

The crowd still hadn’t really recovered as some were still stunned, others whispering and questioning if this was a dream.

The revelation of Kaizer and Rina’s natures had rippled far beyond the tournament of the present, it had reached into the future itself.

But the gauntlet wasn’t over.

DING!

The betting board rebooted with a flicker and a stuttering buzz before reloading with new, destabilized odds as AI did not care about human conflicts.

Match 5 – Tessa Asano "Titaness" vs. Kaizer Lunin "Overlord"

Kaizer Wins All Matches: 1:1.2 →1:1.05

Defeated by Tessa: 1:14 →1:22

Defeated by Roland: 1:17 →1:30

Defeated by Rina: 1:20 →1:35

Kaizer Becomes Crowned Sovereign: 1:1.1 →1:1.01

Ferron Blaze’s voice came back on the air, hoarse with disbelief. "What... what the hell kind of day is this? Rina is Death, Kaizer is Terra, and Solaris just walked off like he owns the sun!"

Tae Ishi’s eyes were still wide. "I need a new job... or a drink... or both."

But then...

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

Down from the waiting platform stomped Tessa Asano, loud as ever, shoulders rolling, her combat boots echoing like drums, the tension cracking a little as her wide grin hit the screen.

"Hah! All this drama and doomsday talk is great and all, but someone’s gotta bring things back down to Earth, and that someone’s got thighs thicker than fate!" she said, voice echoing.

The crowd burst into laughter, and even instructors chuckled under their breath. The storm of fear began to ease, as Tessa’s energy crashed over them like a playful wave.

Kaizer blinked once, visibly disarmed by her ridiculousness.

Tessa pointed a thumb at herself, striking a heroic pose. "Name’s Tessa Asano! The Titaness of Pure Gains, the Queen of Squats, and the Breaker of Scale Machines! Kaizer Lunin! You’re gonna spar with ME now!"

Kaizer slowly nodded, mouth twitching into a rare small smile.

"Also, can we, uh, agree on one thing? No telepathy. My brain’s got the defenses of wet cardboard and the mental focus of a toddler on sugar." She added, rubbing her nose with a finger.

"Deal, no telepathy." Kaizer replied, voice calm again.

"Then it’s just fists and feet, baby!" She grinned, stepping forward and stretching like a boxer.

Kaizer’s smile faded slightly as blue light laced across his arms and legs.

No illusions, no thought manipulation, just full-body telekinetic enhancement at the highest degree, his fists wrapped in compressed psychic force.

Tessa slammed her fists together and cricked her neck, her aura flaring. Kaizer settled into his stance as the battlefield reset, light reflecting off their poised figures.

Then Lysandra’s voice cut through the now-hyped arena, clear and sharp.

"Match 5, Overlord versus Titaness... Begin!"

BOOM!

Tessa charged like a cannonball. She was not reckless, but bold, her movements honed by years of relentless physical training. Her boots struck the arena floor like tank treads, each step a declaration of raw, earned power.

Kaizer dashed forward too, leaving behind a trail of thin blue sparks as his body flowed with clean force, movements efficient and not showy, being pure kinetic efficiency.

Their fists met in the center.

CRACK!

The shockwave made several front-row students stagger backward while neither fighter budged. Tessa grinned wide, clearly impressed.

"Not bad, Overlord! Looks like all that psychic mumbo-jumbo gave you some real muscle!"

Kaizer didn’t respond as his focus was razor-sharp, his arms vibrating with layered telekinetic tension. His right fist blurred, then his left, a rapid combo aimed at her midsection.

Tessa blocked with forearms wrapped in hardened muscle, her skin glinting slightly with a faint bronze sheen, the result of her Perfect Body entering combat adaptation.

She kicked out with her right leg, a low sweep aimed to take Kaizer’s legs from beneath him. Kaizer jumped, used a mid-air vector boost to realign, then landed with a palm strike that sent her sliding back five meters.

Tessa didn’t fall.

Instead, she flexed her shoulders and cracked her knuckles again.

"Okay, okay! I see how it is. Time to step it up!"

Her skin deepened in tone, a healthy bronze shimmer spreading across her body like a living armor. Veins stood out in her arms and legs, muscle density visibly increasing. She wasn’t using aura, she was just pushing her physique to the next level.

Kaizer adjusted his stance slightly, recognizing the change.

She dashed again, far faster now.

They collided a second time, trading blows at a speed most couldn’t follow. To the crowd, it looked like blurs and sparks, the echo of flesh-on-flesh impacts ringing out like hammers on steel.

Tessa’s punches were heavy. Each one came with decades of built-up strength, and each time she traded hits, she grew faster, stronger, more efficient.

But Kaizer wasn’t falling behind.

He wasn’t growing like she was, but he was refining. Every exchange made his vectors cleaner, every movement more synchronized. He didn’t need to adapt his body, he controlled it like a machine.

A punch came for his temple. He leaned back, barely dodging it, then twisted to her side and struck with an elbow covered in psychic shielding.

She blocked it, but staggered.

"Ghh! Damn, you really know how to hit!" Tessa complained.

Kaizer’s expression didn’t change as he initiated another clash, then another, then ten more. The arena floor cracked and buckled beneath them as raw force met precise enhancement.

Up in the stands, the crowd roared with renewed enthusiasm. The tension of Solaris’s reveal was finally giving way to awe at a pure, grounded brawl.

Even in the instructor booth, Carlisle grinned. "Now that’s a goddamn spar."

"She’s adapting fast, every exchange improves her muscle memory. She’s S- only because she hasn’t hit her upper limit." Lysandra noted.

"Kaizer doesn’t grow mid-fight the same way... but he doesn’t need to, his brain already calculated the outcome twenty moves ago." Dean Rochester said calmly.

Below, the two fighters connected again, Kaizer ducking under a hook and countering with a clean gut punch that sent a shockwave through Tessa’s core. She skidded back, grunted... then laughed.

"YEAH! That’s what I’m talking about!" She shouted, then sprinted back in.

Kaizer exhaled once and prepared for the next round.

No mental tricks, no deception, just fists and kicks.

And this time, he was enjoying it.