Chapter 4:The Challenge of The East

The news spread like wildfire.

By the time Mri and Ayang reached their dorms, the entire academy was buzzing—Mri, the undefeated General of The Three Souls, had been challenged by Baikon, the Vice President of The Dragons.

A fight that could shake the academy to its core was about to take place.

Inside the Den of The Dragons

Deep within the academy, in a vast underground hall, The Dragons had assembled. Tension hung heavy in the air as the fifteen division captains stood in formation.

At the center, seated on a throne-like chair, was Dipangkar Borgohain, the leader of The Dragons. His green aura pulsed around him like a living storm, a silent reminder of his power.

Beside him, arms crossed, stood Baikon, his black aura crackling like lightning.

"So, it's confirmed?" Dipangkar's voice was calm yet authoritative.

Baikon nodded. "Yeah. Mri accepted my challenge."

A murmur spread through the captains—excitement, curiosity, and unease mixed together.

"That guy ruled Dibrugarh, right?" asked Dishan, the Captain of the 14th Division.

"Yeah," added Abhinash, the Captain of the 7th Division, cracking his knuckles. "They say he never lost a fight there."

Baikon smirked. "Well, this isn't Dibrugarh. He won't be so lucky here."

Dipangkar finally stood. His mere presence silenced the room. His sharp gaze met Baikon's.

"Do not underestimate him," he warned. "If he is as strong as they claim, this won't be an easy fight. But if you win, The Dragons will cement their rule over Jengraimukh."

Baikon's grin widened. "I won't lose."

Dipangkar's aura flared, casting eerie shadows across the hall.

"Then don't disappoint me."

Inside The Revolutionary Stars' Hideout

On the other side of the academy, The Revolutionary Stars gathered in their own meeting space—a hidden room beneath an old building.

At the head of the table sat Ayang, their leader. Across from him was Rihan, his vice leader.

Mri leaned against the wall, arms crossed. He wasn't interested in strategy discussions, but he listened in silence.

"This isn't just a fight," Rihan said, voice serious. "If Mri wins, The Dragons will suffer a humiliating blow. If he loses, they'll try to take over."

"We don't interfere," Ayang declared. "Mri wouldn't want that."

The division captains of The Revolutionary Stars exchanged glances—some tense, some eager.

Tanuja – 1st Division Captain

Sunil – 2nd Division Captain

Omanso – 3rd Division Captain

Udit – 4th Division Captain

Khunjon – 5th Division Captain

Alex – 6th Division Captain

"Do you think Mri can win?" Omanso asked after a moment of silence.

Ayang smirked. "He's undefeated for a reason."

Mri finally spoke, his voice calm yet firm. "I don't care about their politics. He called me out—that's all that matters."

The Next Evening – The Eastern Ground

The Eastern Ground—an abandoned area near the academy, infamous as the battleground where the strongest clashed, free from the school's rules.

By the time Mri and Ayang arrived, the ground was already filled with students. Some stood atop rusted fences, others sat on broken concrete slabs. The air buzzed with anticipation.

The Dragons gathered in force, their division captains forming an imposing wall behind Baikon.

The Revolutionary Stars were there too, fewer in number but unshaken. Their presence alone sent a message—they were not afraid.

At the center of it all stood Baikon, arms crossed, his black aura flickering.

His gaze locked onto Mri, a slow smirk stretching across his face.

"I was starting to think you'd run away," he taunted.

Mri didn't bother responding. He simply removed his academy jacket, tossing it to Ayang.

His physique was lean but powerful—a body shaped by countless battles. He rolled his shoulders, stretching his neck.

"We doing this or not?"

Baikon's grin widened. "Oh, we're doing this."

The crowd roared as the two stepped forward.

A fight that would shake Jengraimukh Academy was about to begin.