SSS-RANKED Awakening: Supreme Fate-breaker System-Chapter 29: End of the First round

"Match Four! Number 10 versus Number 3!"

Vaelion Crest, a white haired guy, stepped into the arena silently, bow already in hand, a quiver of arrows strapped tight to his back. His dark cloak fluttered gently with each step, his expression unreadable—focused.

Across from him stood a tall girl with a wild glint in her amber eyes. Her figure was lean but toned, battle-hardened with a dangerous allure. Her long, wine-red hair was tied into a high ponytail, whipping behind her as she slowly unsheathed her longsword. A cracked, manic smile stretched across her lips.

"So, you're the bow guy," Arisya Flintveil said, dragging her blade along the ground as she walked. "Let's see if you can keep me away."

She crouched slightly, her fingers twitching on the hilt of her blade like a predator about to pounce.

The tension in the air crackled.

Vaelion took several quick steps backward, moving toward the edge of the arena as he readied an arrow. He knew the ring was too small—he didn't have the space he needed to create distance and turn the tide in his favor.

Anyone watching could see he was at a massive disadvantage. A bow user with no room to maneuver... against a swordswoman who clearly thrived in close quarters?

He could have switched weapons, but he didn't.

He wouldn't.

The whistle blew.

Arisya exploded forward in a blur, her feet barely touching the ground.

Vaelion loosed the first arrow in an instant. The twang of his bowstring echoed.

She saw it coming.

With a crazed grin, Arisya spun her sword sideways, redirecting the arrow's flight with the flat of her blade. The impact sent a shiver through her arm, but she didn't stop. She couldn't. Metal couldn't be sliced, only diverted—and that was what she did.

But the moment her eyes shot back up, her pupils shrank.

Vaelion was already notching three arrows.

His expression was as cold and steady as a frozen lake, hands moving with quiet confidence.

Arisya's instincts screamed at her to retreat—just a few steps, regroup, reassess—but she ignored them.

"Tch!" she clicked her tongue and lunged forward.

The next second—

Thwip! Thwip! Thwip!

Three arrows spiraled outward with frightening speed and accuracy.

"Second Form..." Vaelion muttered, his voice a whisper carried on the wind. "Trio Spiral Piercer."

The center arrow surged straight toward Arisya like a bullet, while the two flanking, it curved left and right in an elegant arc, spinning violently like drills. They cut through the air with deadly purpose—trapping her.

The audience held their breath. Within a few seconds the fight had already reached its peak moment, it should end soon, it shouldn't even last a minute considering the weapon used against each other, any slight mistake and victory would immediately tilt to the favour of the other side...

She reacted just in time. She twisted her body, slashing downward to divert the center arrow. She managed to kick away the one on the right, spinning mid-air—but the third grazed her side, drawing blood as it ripped through her clothes.

"Hahh..." Arisya panted, stumbling slightly.

That moment cost her.

She still pushed forward, slamming her foot into the ground with renewed force. Her sword gleamed. She was close now. Close enough to end it.

"I've got you now!" she roared, blade raised high.

But Vaelion didn't falter.

Instead, he spun his bow horizontally, gripping both ends as if it were a staff. Just as Arisya's sword slashed down—

Clang!

He blocked it with the body of the bow, the force of the impact reverberating through the weapon. Using the momentum, he twisted sideways and slammed the end of his bow into her ribs.

Arisya gasped, staggering.

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Without a pause, Vaelion brought the other end around, sweeping her legs out from under her. She hit the ground hard, her blade skidding across the arena floor.

The audience erupted.

The instructor raised his hand. "Victory: Vaelion Crest!"

Vaelion said nothing, standing tall with his bow in hand. He glanced down at Arisya, who blinked in disbelief, then smirked at him.

"That was... fun," she whispered.

He gave her a nod before walking off the stage, not sparing a single word for the crowd.

He sighed, he was under great pressure throughout this match.

After what happened between Ryker and Nysera in the last match, he prioritised giving Arisya space over anything. When she finally closed the gap, he knew he couldn't afford to lose face—not just for himself, but for his family too. Each action decided his future. he ended up making the same mistake Ryker did he wouldn't have the face to stand before anyone.

In such situations, how would he be able to progress? Fortunately, it was all in the past now...

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"Match Five! Number 6 versus Number 9!"

A girl in leather stepped forward, dual short swords gleaming. Ilya Moreau.

Her opponent? A mountain of a student, dragging a massive warhammer behind him—Boris Hammerfall.

The two clashed with brute force and elegance. Ilya danced in and out of range, slashing tendons and joints. Boris swung like a titan, every hit echoing like thunder.

But after dodging the fourth overhead swing, Ilya leapt and slammed both blades into his shoulder joint.

"Match over! Victory: Ilya Moreau!"

The match was fast, intense, but nothing spectacular. The audience felt that the last three matches before this one were far more thrilling in comparison...

Ilya Moreau, however, was full of smiles after winning the match. With this, she could finally proceed to the next round...

—"Match Six! Number 1 versus Number 13!"

Selene Evernight glided into the ring like a shadow. Her violet eyes glowed faintly.

Her opponent was an unlucky boy named Terrin, who wielded a scimitar with nervous hands.

He was strong, but unfortunately for him, he met Selene. She defeated him—and in a domineering way too...

The next match, Ethan as Number 5 faced against Number 11, a guy named Karn Vos. He wielded a scythe and was quite skilled at it...

He had witnessed Ethan's skill when he defeated a half-awakened beast before awakening, but still, after his own awakening, he felt great confidence in his speed.

His agility had received the highest boost, and that gave him extreme confidence. If he could defeat Ethan, he'd gain massive popularity—but to his dismay, things not only didn't go his way, they ended quite quickly...

Immediately after exchanging a few moves, Karn was stunned to find the cold blade of Ethan's sword resting on his neck.

He was completely shocked. Caught in such a move, he had no choice but to admit defeat—as in a real battle, his head would've already been sent flying...

His heart was filled with disappointment, bitterness, and regret, but there was nothing he could do about it. He was just really unfortunate to have been matched up against Ethan in this round...

To ensure efficiency and quickness, there were no second chances. Those unfortunate to meet opponents whose moves put them at a disadvantage could only curse their luck, as per the Headmaster's saying...

"Luck is also a part of strength!"