Maruti Vs Five Rank C

At Lilith's command, the teachers sprang into action, moving with precision and lightning speed. Two male teachers flanked Maruti from both sides, their goal clear: suppress her without causing harm. Behind them, three female teachers stood ready as backup, watching closely for any unexpected moves.

After all, Maruti was just a first-year student. The teachers weren't trying to kill her—they only wanted to stop her from moving or knock her unconscious to prevent further chaos. For that reason, they refrained from using magic or essence stones, relying instead on their physical skills to subdue her.

The male teachers advanced cautiously, their eyes focused on Maruti, but before either could strike, she made the first move. With explosive speed, Maruti charged at the teacher on her left. Her movements were a blur as she unleashed more than five strikes in rapid succession, her fists pounding like hammers.

The teacher raised his arms to block the attacks, gritting his teeth as the force of her punches pushed him back. "Such strength!....It's like fighting someone at Rank C in hand-to-hand combat!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Gathering himself quickly, the teacher retaliated with a straight punch aimed at her chest. But Maruti reacted instantly. She lifted her leg, blocking his punch with her foot, and used the momentum to propel herself into the air.

Her body spun in a smooth, controlled arc, completing a perfect 180° turn. In one fluid motion, her foot lashed out and connected with the teacher's face.

BAM!

The sound echoed across the field as the kick landed squarely, sending the teacher staggering backward. His head reeled from the blow, and for a moment, it felt like his entire world was spinning.

Before Maruti could fully regain her footing, the second male teacher saw his chance. He lunged at her, aiming to grab her while she was vulnerable. But Maruti was faster.

Planting her palm firmly on the ground, she pushed with incredible force, flipping her body backward. The sudden move took her high into the air, out of the teacher's reach. In the blink of an eye, she twisted mid-air and locked her legs around his neck like a vice.

The teacher's eyes widened in shock. It all happened so quickly that he had no time to react. "I... I can't breathe!" he choked out, struggling against her iron grip.

Maruti's legs tightened, her strength unrelenting as she held him in place. The teacher flailed, trying to free himself, but she didn't give him the chance. With a sharp, controlled movement, Maruti used her legs to pull him downward, slamming his head into the ground with a sickening THUD.

The other female teachers wasted no time after seeing their colleagues struggle. They leapt into action, engaging Maruti in close combat. The two male teachers, though battered, also pushed themselves to their feet, unwilling to admit defeat so easily. After all, they were all Rank C fighters—how could a first-year student defeat them so easily?

Now, all five teachers surrounded Maruti, each determined to bring her down. The scene turned chaotic as punches, kicks, and defensive maneuvers blurred together. Yet, despite the overwhelming odds, Maruti still seemed to be in the lead.

"Is this really happening?" a student muttered in disbelief. "How can she fight five teachers at once?"

Maruti moved with almost inhuman precision. Her strikes were fluid, sharp, and calculated—like a perfectly engineered machine built for combat. Her accuracy was impeccable, and her movements were as slippery as a fish in water. Every time a teacher tried to grab or strike her, she dodged effortlessly, counterattacking with devastating force.

In mere moments, Maruti displayed countless martial techniques that left even the audience stunned. From rapid kicks to lightning-fast punches, she overwhelmed the teachers, using her essence stones at precise intervals to amplify her attacks.

"She's incredible," someone whispered from the crowd, their tone filled with awe.

"she is beating five Rank C teachers at once? Am I dreaming?" another gasped, unable to believe their eyes.

One of the male teachers, his patience wearing thin, finally snapped. His face flushed with frustration as he growled, "That's it! I'm done holding back. If this goes on any longer, I'll lose my dignity completely!"

He poured mana in his body, preparing to activate his essence stone. But before he could make a move, a sudden THUD echoed through the field.

Maruti's body collapsed onto the ground, motionless. The sound was quiet, almost anticlimactic, but it silenced the entire area. She lay there like a machine that had abruptly shut down, her chest rising and falling faintly with labored breaths.

"Phew..." one of the female teachers exhaled in relief, brushing sweat from her brow. "Looks like whatever technique she was using drained all her mana. Or maybe it just ended on its own."

The male teacher who had been about to use his essence stone cautiously stepped forward, kneeling beside Maruti's body. He reached out to check her pulse. "She's still alive," he said with a sigh. "But whatever that killer move was, it was terrifying."

A heavy silence fell over the field as the audience finally let out a collective breath of relief. Whispers rippled through the crowd, some praising Maruti's strength, others expressing their confusion over what had just happened.

The healers arrived swiftly, surrounding Princess Ravenna with calm urgency. Her neck was visibly injured, a result of the harsh impact with the ground. Without wasting time, they gently lifted her onto a stretcher and carried her out of the arena.

Though the injury was severe, there was no panic among the healers. Her natural affinity with nature had already begun its work. As long as her vital organs remained unharmed, her body would slowly regenerate. A faint glow seemed to radiate from her skin, slowly healing her wounds.

The audience watched quietly as she was taken away, the tension in the air beginning to dissipate.

The referee did not announce a winner between Maruti and Ravenna due to the uncertainty surrounding the outcome. Although Maruti had initially fallen unconscious and seemed on the verge of defeat, she unexpectedly regained her composure, went berserk, and ultimately overcame Ravenna. Furthermore, Maruti's subsequent attack on the teachers added to the confusion.

To avoid controversy, it was decided that the final verdict would be postponed until a formal meeting between Maruti, the teachers, and the academy's higher-ups.

With that unresolved, it was time for the next match.

The referee stepped forward and declared, "The next match is between Sylvania Rivenhart from Class A and Kaelith Maranthia from Class A."

Lilith: "..."

Audience: "..."

A wave of silence swept over the arena. Everyone knew the outcome before the match even began. Kaelith, the prodigy with unmatched skills and elemental mastery, was a sure winner. The only thought running through the audience's minds was sympathy for poor Sylvania.

As the competitors entered the arena, Sylvania looked like she had already lost. Her hands trembled, her face was pale, and her eyes darted nervously toward Kaelith. Her lips quivered as she muttered under her breath, "Why is my luck so terrible? Why me?" Her body trembled visibly, and it was clear she wished she could be anywhere else but there.

Kaelith, on the other hand, stood still with an air of indifference. Her cold gaze scanned Sylvania lazily, and a bored expression played on her face as if the match was a waste of her time.

The referee signaled the start. "Begin!"

Sylvania, mustering all the courage she could, raised her wand and began to chant. "If I'm going to lose, I should at least use my strongest spell!" she said with a shaky voice. Sweat dripped down her forehead as she gathered mana, her trembling hands trying to stay steady.

A faint, shimmering sphere began to materialize in the air before her. It was large and powerful—potentially destructive—but the casting took too long. Sylvania's nervous eyes flicked toward Kaelith repeatedly, expecting her to attack at any moment.

But Kaelith didn't move. She just stood there, arms crossed, her face a mask of irritation.

"Tch…" Kaelith clicked her tongue. "If you're going to do something, hurry up. Don't waste my time. Even Valen was better than you—at least he attacked!" Her sharp words cut through the tense air, laced with contempt.

Sylvania's heart pounded violently in her chest. Thump. Thump. Thump. It felt like a drum in her ears, drowning out all other sounds. Her fear spiked, and her concentration wavered. Her trembling lips faltered, and her chant broke.

The incomplete spell backfired.

A surge of mana exploded within her body, sending shockwaves of pain through her veins. Blood sprayed from her mouth as she collapsed to the ground with a dull thud, unconscious before she even knew what had happened.

The audience let out a collective gasp, though no one was surprised by the outcome.

Kaelith let out a sigh of disappointment, brushing a strand of silver hair out of her face. "Pathetic," she muttered under her breath as she turned and walked away, not sparing Sylvania another glance.

Refree sighed as she announced, "Winner kaelith Maranthia".