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Chapter 7: Welcome to the Goa Academy Tournament!

After the chaos in the underground lab, the team finally reached the tournament venue—a massive open-air stadium at the heart of Goa Academy.

Thousands of students from different academies had gathered, their uniforms showcasing various colors and emblems. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement, nervousness, and just a hint of unnecessary flexing.

Karanjit stretched his arms. "FINALLY! We're back in civilization! I was starting to feel like a lab rat down there."

Rishav glanced at him. "You ARE a lab rat, bro. Have you seen your test scores?"

Karanjit: "…low blow, man."

Meanwhile, Ankit stayed silent, observing everything.

He didn't care much for flashy entrances or unnecessary attention. But something about this tournament felt… off.

And he had a bad feeling about it.

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Meet the Competition

As the Jengraimukh Academy team walked into the stadium, they got a good look at their competition.

Each academy had a booth, decorated with banners and symbols. Some students were showing off their Aura abilities, making rocks float, sparking electricity in their hands, or just doing backflips for no reason.

Rishav squinted. "Why do I feel like half of these guys are just here to impress their crushes?"

Priyanshi: "Because they are."

Tashmia scanned the area. "Okay, which academy do we need to watch out for?"

Esha smirked. "Oh, you'll see."

And just at that moment—

BAM!

A figure landed in front of them, kicking up dust.

A tall, athletic guy in a black and red uniform, his eyes sharp like a hawk's.

"Ah, so these are the weaklings from Jengraimukh Academy?" he said, smirking.

Karanjit: "WHO YOU CALLIN' WEAK, YOU DISCOUNT ANIME VILLAIN?!"

Esha sighed. "Meet Shantanu Dhar. Captain of the Mumbai Academy team. Big ego. Slightly annoying. Probably uses too much hair gel."

Shantanu grinned. "Aww, you guys already know me? That's cute."

Priyanshi: "No, you just never shut up."

Shantanu ignored her, his eyes scanning the group—until they landed on Ankit.

For a split second, his expression changed.

Like he sensed something.

Ankit simply stared back, unbothered.

Then, Shantanu smirked again. "Hmph. Doesn't matter. None of you are making it past the first round."

And with that, he walked away, joining his team.

Rishav: "Bro really came in, insulted us, and left like a movie villain."

Karanjit: "He even had the dramatic dust cloud! WHERE DO THESE GUYS LEARN THIS STUFF?!"

Esha crossed her arms. "Ignore him. We focus on ourselves. Got it?"

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A Familiar Face

Before they could move on, another voice called out—

"OI! Rishav, you idiot, you made it!"

A guy with messy hair, a Kolkata Academy jacket, and a confident grin walked up.

It was Asmit Roy.

Rishav's face lit up. "BRO, YOU'RE HERE TOO?!"

The two immediately dapped each other up, laughing like old friends.

Tashmia raised an eyebrow. "You guys know each other?"

Rishav: "Duh! Asmit and I trained together back in Assam before he transferred to Kolkata Academy!"

Asmit nodded. "Yup. And let me tell you, if you thought Rishav was dumb now, you should've seen him back then."

Rishav: "HEY!"

Ankit, standing slightly apart, observed Asmit. He could tell—this guy was strong.

Asmit suddenly turned to him. "And you… I don't think we've met."

Ankit shook his head. "Ankit Baxla."

Asmit held out a hand. "Nice to meet you, Ankit. I can tell—you're not ordinary."

Ankit simply shook his hand without a word.

But deep down, he wondered.

How did Asmit sense that?

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Tournament Rules

A loud BOOM echoed through the stadium.

On the giant screens, a tournament official appeared.

"WELCOME, STUDENTS!"

The entire stadium erupted in cheers.

"This year's Goa Academy Grand Tournament will be unlike any before! Your strength, intelligence, and teamwork will be tested to the LIMIT!"

"Here are the RULES:"

10 Academies.

Each team has 7 members.

First round: Team Battle Royale (All teams fight at once, only 5 teams advance).

Second round: Duo Fights (Each academy sends pairs into battle).

Final round: 1v1 Knockout Tournament.

"REMEMBER—this is not just about strength. Strategy, teamwork, and adaptability will determine the true champions!"

A massive holographic timer appeared.

"FIRST ROUND BEGINS… TOMORROW."

Cheers erupted again as the event came to a close.

Karanjit clapped his hands together. "Alright, everyone. Let's go eat. I need to fuel up before I WHOOP some people tomorrow."

Esha: "You mean before you get eliminated first?"

Karanjit: "…That was uncalled for."

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Later That Night

While the rest of the team was out exploring, Ankit sat on the hotel balcony, staring at the moonlit ocean.

He wasn't excited about the tournament.

He was thinking about what happened earlier.

The mutated fighter in the lab.

The way Shantanu stared at him.

The way Asmit instantly knew he was different.

People were starting to notice him.

And that was dangerous.

Because Ankit had spent his whole life hiding his true power.

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The Storm is Coming…

As he sat there, he suddenly felt… something.

A strange, unsettling presence.

Like someone was watching him.

He turned sharply—but saw nothing.

Still…

The feeling remained.

Something was coming.

Something big.

And this tournament was just the beginning.

Chapter 8: The Battle Royale Begins!

Morning came fast.

The Goa Academy Grand Tournament was about to kick off, and the entire stadium was buzzing with excitement. The air was thick with tension, students from all over India stretching, meditating, or just straight-up flexing for no reason.

Rishav yawned. "Man, why do we have to wake up so early? Who fights before breakfast?"

Esha: "Real fighters."

Karanjit cracked his knuckles. "Nah, the real question is—who's about to get their face planted into the dirt today?"

Priyanshi smirked. "Hopefully not you."

Karanjit: "…I feel targeted."

Tashmia looked around. "Where's Ankit?"

Rubi pointed toward the far side of the field. Ankit Baxla sat alone, eyes closed, completely still.

A few students whispered while watching him.

"Who's that guy?"

"Never heard of him."

"He doesn't even look strong."

If only they knew.

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The Tournament Begins

A loud voice echoed through the stadium speakers.

"WELCOME TO THE FIRST ROUND: THE BATTLE ROYALE!"

The crowd roared.

A giant holographic countdown appeared in the air.

10 TEAMS. 70 COMPETITORS. ONLY 5 TEAMS ADVANCE.

Rules were simple:

The entire stadium would transform into a massive battle arena.

Last five teams standing would qualify.

Eliminations happened when a fighter was knocked out or thrown out of bounds.

Esha gathered the Jengraimukh team. "Listen up. No unnecessary fights. Focus on survival. We don't need to be the strongest—we just need to outlast the others."

Karanjit: "So… no suplexing people?"

Esha: "NO SUPLEXING."

Rishav: "What about light suplexing?"

Esha: "Rishav, I swear to—"

Before she could finish—

BOOM!

The entire floor shifted.

Suddenly, the stadium ground began breaking apart, transforming into a battlefield. Platforms rose, pillars cracked through the surface, and walls formed at random.

The countdown hit 0.

THE BATTLE BEGAN.

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Chaos Unleashed

The moment the fight started—

A guy from Mumbai Academy charged at Karanjit.

Shantanu's teammate.

"JENGRAIMUKH ACADEMY'S GOING DOWN FIRST!" he yelled.

Karanjit dodged, spun around, and—

SLAMMED A KICK INTO HIS FACE.

The guy flew back, crashing into a wall.

Karanjit: "Bro really thought he was the main character."

Meanwhile, Priyanshi was dodging energy blasts from two opponents, flipping between platforms like an acrobat.

Tashmia and Rubi fought back-to-back, countering attacks with perfect synchronization.

Esha, ever the strategist, was using the environment to her advantage, pushing opponents off ledges with minimal effort.

Asmit Roy from Kolkata Academy was in full action too, wrecking people left and right, laughing as he fought.

"COME ON! FIGHT ME PROPERLY!" he shouted, smashing someone into the ground.

But in the middle of all this chaos…

Ankit Baxla did nothing.

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The Observer

He stood still.

Watching.

Calculating.

His opponents ran past him, ignoring him completely.

He wasn't making a single move.

Why?

Because he didn't need to.

A guy from Chennai Academy finally noticed him.

"You! You haven't even fought yet!"

Ankit tilted his head. "So?"

The guy clenched his fists. "That means you're weak."

Ankit sighed. "If you say so."

The guy charged forward, throwing a punch.

For the first time—Ankit moved.

And in a flash—

The guy was on the ground, unconscious.

Karanjit blinked. "…Did anyone just see that?"

Priyanshi: "See what?"

Karanjit: "EXACTLY. IT WAS TOO FAST."

Esha narrowed her eyes.

She knew Ankit was hiding his strength.

But this?

This was something else.

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The Strongest Make Their Move

Just when things were going well—

Shantanu from Mumbai Academy stepped forward.

With a wave of his hand, he blasted three opponents out of the arena at once.

The ground cracked beneath his feet.

His red aura flared around him like a wildfire.

Shantanu: "Enough playing around."

His team followed behind him, taking out fighters left and right.

Meanwhile, Asmit Roy wasn't backing down.

He clashed with a fighter from Punjab Academy, dodging sword strikes effortlessly, countering with powerful kicks.

The battlefield was now a war zone.

And still—

Ankit watched.

Until—

Shantanu's eyes locked onto him.

For a moment, there was silence.

Then, Shantanu grinned.

"You. You're not normal."

Ankit met his gaze.

For the first time, he felt something strange.

Shantanu had noticed him.

And that meant trouble.

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The Unexpected Twist

Just as the battle was reaching its peak—

Something unexpected happened.

A massive energy surge shook the arena.

The screens flickered.

The officials looked panicked.

Then—

BOOM!

A huge explosion erupted near the north side of the stadium.

And from the smoke—

A mysterious figure appeared.

Dressed in black.

Face hidden.

Their aura was different.

Not red.

Not blue.

Not green.

But a strange, corrupted yellow.

Ankit's eyes widened.

Because he knew what this was.

And it wasn't supposed to exist.

The officials were shouting, trying to stop the match—

But it was too late.

The intruder had arrived.

And the tournament…

Had just become a battleground.

Chapter 9: The Mystery of the Corrupted Yellow Aura

The stadium was in chaos.

Officials shouted into their radios, trying to contain the situation, but the damage was already done.

The mysterious intruder stood in the middle of the battlefield, his corrupted yellow aura flickering like an unstable flame. His face was hidden under a hood, his presence unnerving.

Ankit stared at him, heart pounding.

A yellow aura. But… twisted. Corrupted.

That wasn't normal.

That wasn't supposed to exist.

Shantanu, ever the battle-hungry fighter, stepped forward, cracking his knuckles.

"I don't care who you are." He smirked. "You just interrupted my fight, and that means you're getting wrecked."

Without hesitation, he rushed forward, red aura blazing—

And then…

He vanished.

Or rather—he was sent flying across the stadium so fast no one even saw the attack.

BOOM!

Shantanu crashed into the far wall, breaking through solid stone.

Silence.

Everyone froze.

Esha: "…What just happened?"

Karanjit: "Uh. We're screwed?"

Asmit Roy whistled. "Man just got yeeted into next week."

The hooded figure tilted his head.

Then—he turned his gaze toward Ankit.

"You," he said, voice distorted. "You're the one I'm looking for."

Ankit's fingers tensed.

He knew.

Whoever this was… he knew about Ankit's true power.

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The Intruder's Power

The officials had finally had enough.

One of them—a high-ranking academy instructor—stepped forward.

"THIS MATCH IS SUSPENDED!" he announced. "SECURITY, REMOVE THIS INDIVIDUAL IMMEDIATELY!"

A group of elite guards, all experienced aura users, charged at the intruder.

Bad idea.

The hooded figure simply raised his hand.

In an instant—

The ground erupted.

A shockwave of pure energy blasted outward, sending all the guards flying.

Some crashed into pillars.

Some tumbled across the floor.

Some just… disappeared from sight.

The instructor stepped back, trembling.

"This—this isn't possible…"

The figure turned to Ankit again.

"Come with me."

Ankit exhaled slowly.

Then—he did something that shocked everyone.

He smiled.

"Nah."

And before anyone could react—

He disappeared.

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Ankit vs. The Mysterious Fighter

Ankit moved so fast, it looked like he teleported behind the intruder.

His foot smashed into the guy's back—sending him hurtling forward.

BOOM!

The intruder flipped midair, landing smoothly. He turned, his corrupted yellow aura intensifying.

"Interesting."

Ankit rolled his shoulders. "You're strong."

He took a step forward.

For the first time in the tournament, he let his true power slip out—just a little.

And suddenly, the entire battlefield felt heavy.

The air hummed with energy.

Even Asmit Roy, who loved fighting, suddenly looked serious.

Esha gritted her teeth.

"…So he really was hiding his power."

Rishav: "Uh… understatement of the century?"

Tashmia, watching Ankit closely, felt something stir in her chest.

She had never seen him fight before.

Now, she was beginning to realize…

He was terrifying.

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The Clash

The intruder attacked first.

His speed was inhuman, his fists glowing with corrupted yellow energy.

Ankit dodged effortlessly, weaving between strikes.

Then—he countered.

His fist cracked against the intruder's ribs, sending him skidding back.

The hooded figure paused.

Then—he laughed.

"Good. You're worthy."

He ripped off his hood.

For the first time, everyone saw his face.

A young man. Maybe a few years older than Ankit.

His eyes were completely golden, glowing unnaturally.

And then—

His aura exploded outward, shattering the ground beneath him.

Ankit braced himself.

Because this…

Was about to get serious.

Chapter 10: The Secrets of the Corrupted Aura

The battlefield was completely silent.

The mysterious intruder's corrupted yellow aura blazed like wildfire, distorting the air around him. His golden eyes shone eerily, fixated on Ankit.

Ankit, arms crossed, remained calm.

But inside—he was processing everything.

A corrupted yellow aura.

That was supposed to be impossible.

Yellow aura was the rarest and purest form of power. To corrupt it… how?

Tashmia took a cautious step back, watching Ankit closely.

She had always known he was special.

But now, she was realizing…

He might be the only one who could stand against this guy.

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The Intruder's Name

The man grinned.

"You're different from the others."

His voice was deep, yet strangely amused.

"You're not even scared, are you?"

Ankit shrugged. "Should I be?"

The man laughed. "Most people would be."

Then, he tilted his head.

"You can call me Kael."

A pause.

Then, Asmit Roy clapped his hands loudly.

"WELL, NICE TO MEET YOU, KAEL. ANY CHANCE YOU'RE JUST HERE TO GIVE US FREE PIZZA?"

Rishav: "Dude, what—"

Kael chuckled. "If by 'pizza' you mean pain, then sure."

Shantanu, still recovering from being launched into a wall earlier, raised a shaky hand.

"Yo, can someone explain what the hell just happened?"

Esha sighed. "You got folded like a lawn chair."

Shantanu: "…Right. Thanks."

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Ankit Makes His Move

Kael took a step forward. The pressure around him grew heavier.

The audience felt it.

Even the instructors felt it.

This was no ordinary aura user.

Karanjit muttered, "We should probably run."

Esha: "No way. I wanna see Ankit kick his ass."

Ankit finally exhaled and stepped forward.

Kael raised an eyebrow. "So you are going to fight me?"

Ankit rolled his shoulders.

"Only because you're annoying."

And then—he vanished.

BOOM!

In the blink of an eye, Ankit was right in front of Kael, delivering a powerful punch straight to his chest.

Kael blocked it—but skidded back, cracks forming beneath his feet.

He looked up, grinning.

"Finally."

Then, he attacked.

Their fists collided—

And the entire stadium shook.

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The Battle Begins

The fight was beyond anything anyone had seen before.

Kael's movements were wild, unpredictable, but Ankit countered each one effortlessly.

Kael lunged—Ankit sidestepped.

Kael swung a kick—Ankit ducked and struck his ribs.

The battle was so fast, most people could barely keep up.

Tashmia watched in awe.

Ankit…

He wasn't just strong.

He was a monster.

Asmit, munching on popcorn he somehow got in the chaos, leaned toward Karanjit. "You seeing this?"

Karanjit: "Bro, I'm witnessing history."

Shantanu: "I'M witnessing my funeral if I ever fight Ankit."

Esha: "Shhh, this is getting good."

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Kael's True Power

Kael finally jumped back, breathing hard.

Then, he smiled.

"You're strong. But—"

Suddenly, his aura shifted.

The golden hue darkened, turning almost black.

The pressure multiplied.

Ankit's eyes narrowed.

This wasn't just corrupted aura anymore.

It was something worse.

Kael smirked. "Let's see how long you can keep up."

And then—he vanished.

Ankit's pupils dilated.

Because in the next second—

Kael reappeared behind him.

And struck.

BOOM!

Ankit was sent flying.

The battle had just taken a dangerous turn.