As The man strode into the dimly lit hallway, his presence seemed to command the very air around him.
Each step he took echoed with a subtle power, sending shivers down the spines of those nearby. Midnight and Tela, who had been engaged in hushed conversation, felt a sudden chill wash over them as they sensed his approach.
His aura was unmistakably formidable, casting a shadow that seemed to stretch beyond his physical form.
His gaze, intense and unwavering, pierced through the darkness like a beacon of authority, instilling a sense of trepidation in the hearts of those who dared to meet his eyes.
Midnight and Tela exchanged nervous glances as he drew nearer, his presence looming over them like an impending storm.
Though they attempted to maintain their Prideful composure, an overwhelming sense of fear crept into their hearts, paralyzing them momentarily.
It was as if he carried with him an invisible weight, a potent force that demanded respect and obedience.
As he passed by, the air seemed to crackle with a charged energy, leaving behind a lingering sense of apprehension in his wake.
For Midnight and Tela, the encounter served as a stark reminder of his authority and the power he wielded, a force not to be trifled with.
"Well if it isn't Midnight and Tela, or should I call you Taco Boy and Chicken Man?"
Midnight and Tela looked at each other with confused expressions, completely unaware of the mysterious man's identity.
"Well since you two obviously don't want to speak, then let's let our fists do the talking."
The man then concentrates his Heaven Qi throughout his entire body before activating his skill.
Dragon Style: Dragon-heart Resonance!
After activating his skill, the mysterious man's Bronze 8th layer aura was revealed.
A Dragon-like aura began to radiate from him, as his skin hardened and appeared scaly like a Lizardman.
"Kowtow to me 3 times, and join the Yakuza and I'll spare your lives. Kawasaki-san can't help you, the preparations have been set long ago."
"Nigga we don't even know who you are. Tell us your name and we might consider."
Midnight replied hesitantly.
Tela then immediately set off, charging at the man and throwing consecutive punches.
Tela's fists and feet blurred in a flurry of motion as he unleashed a rapid succession of punches and kicks toward the mysterious man.
Each strike was precise and calculated, aimed at vulnerable points with deadly accuracy.
However, to his astonishment, the man evaded every blow with uncanny agility, his movements fluid and graceful like a serpent in motion.
His dragonlike appearance lent him an otherworldly aura, his scales glinting ominously in the dim light as he danced effortlessly out of harm's way.
With each dodge, a chilling laugh escaped his lips, echoing with malice that sent shivers down Tela's spine, a sinister melody to accompany the deadly dance unfolding before him.
"Mid, do sum nigga!!!"
Tela Screams at Midnight, as he is unable to harm the dragonlike man.
Space Style: Star Surge!
A flurry of stars appears from thin air, flying at the dragonlike man at an extreme speed.
He then dodges them with ease and parries with an attack of his own.
Dragon Style: Obsidian Dragon Claw!
The man's hand turns into a complete dragon claw the size of an elephant's foot.
He then charges at Midnight, attempting to finish him in a single hit.
SLASH!
At the knick of time, Midnight activated his Space Barrier but as he's only a Bronze 4th Layer, he was unable to withstand the brunt of the attack.
The claw easily breaks through the barrier, and then slices his chest leaving an open flesh wound.
Tela takes advantage of the situation, jumps on the man, and puts him into a UFC sleeper hold.
Space Style: Meteor Impact!
Midnight hastily releases his signature skill just in time as the man struggles to break free.
Tela and The Man, both, take the full brunt of the attack.
Classroom 17-b
"You ready to die bitch."
JacQuarius begins walking toward Mrs.Nahihara with serious killing intent.
Kiyomi watches with a semi-frightened gaze, clutching onto the glock in her Birkin bag.
Mrs.Nahihara reaches under the desk and begins pressing the button a few more times, and she maintains her smug smile.
"Right at the knick of time." Mrs.Nahihara says with a delicate but smug attitude.
Two characters then appear from darkness.
One appears in Mrs.Nahihara's Shadow, the other appears in Kiyomi's Shadow putting a knife to her throat.
"We Meet Again, Bitch ass Nigga. How does it feel for the shoe to be on the other foot?"
"My mother may be in the wrong, but killing her isn't the answer."
Yes, you guessed it correctly.
Selena appeared putting the knife to Kiyomi's throat, while Ian appeared behind Mrs.Nahihara.
JacQuarius, knowing that he fell right into their trap, begins to show frustration.
"Got nun to say nigga? Well, I got a lot to say, after I make this 10k from killing yo bitch ass, I'm buying the acre of land your grave is in and destroying it."
JacQuarius then begins to ponder at an extreme speed.
"I can't die here, but these niggas already got everything set up."
"Should I say fuck Kiyomi and run?"
"Nah I can't do that, she's a crucial pawn I have against the Tanaka family. Maybe I should call Tela and Midnight?"
JacQuarius then begins to pull out his phone and call Tela.
Southwest Hallway
As Tela stood amidst the aftermath of the fierce battle, his form bore the marks of the conflict that had unfolded.
Various wounds adorned his body, testament to the ferocity of his opponent's attacks, each one a testament to his resilience in the face of overwhelming odds.
Despite the pain, he stood tall, his gaze unwavering, a silent testament to his unwavering determination to live.
Beside him, Midnight's figure sagged with exhaustion, his once formidable aura now dimmed as he reached the end of his Heaven Qi.
Various wounds crisscrossed his body, a testament to the fierce battle that had raged around him.
His breath came in ragged gasps, each exhalation a struggle as he fought to maintain his stance against the relentless assault of their adversary.
Despite the weariness that weighed heavily upon him, he stood firm, his resolve unbroken, a silent vow to continue fighting until his last breath.
Across from them, the dragonlike man stood strong, his wounds mild and his regeneration slow but steady, a stark contrast to the weariness that clung to Tela and Midnight.
Tela charged once again, after countless times, barely able to land a few blows onto the man.
The Man dodged them and then started firing off his punches at Tela.
"WEAVE WEAVE WEAVE!"
His Weave Weave style showed the worthiness of it being an Advanced Boxing Style, Tela dodged every single punch and landed a few of his own on the man.
"Yo bitch ass ain't got no hands nigga, every time we go blow for blow, you lose. Without that dragon shit, you just a bitch ass nigga."
Feeling aggravated by the heaviness of Tela's words, the man begins to release serious killing intent.
Then his dragonlike aura begins to dissipate.
Midnight then begins to ponder.
"Does his transformation have a time limit? Or is he running out of Heaven Qi?"
"It should be the first or he would have killed us already, right?"
The man then began to explode with a vast amount of Heaven Qi.
As the man stood amidst the radiant glow of Heaven Qi, his body seemed to pulsate with a power, unlike anything they'd seen before.
Light cascaded off him in waves, causing his skin to shimmer and his eyes began to blaze with an almost otherworldly intensity.
It was as if something primal and ancient stirred within him, preparing to unleash a hidden power of vast monstrosity.
Classroom 17-b
"He didn't answer huh?"
Ian then bursts out in laughter.
Nigga Style: Roar Of The Black Dragon!
Wasting no time, he fires a shout at Mrs.Nahihara.
She then begins to laugh, as she pulls out a miniature Japanese Church.
God Rank Artifact: Buddha's Love
His shout didn't even make the barrier ripple or dim in its radiant light.
"As you can see, we expected this already, now die!"
As Mrs.Nahihara shouted, an intense deathly aura filled the air.
a strange and eerie energy began to seep into the classroom.
The walls, once pristine and white, now seemed to warp and twist as they turned a deep, unearthly shade of purple.
The desks and chairs shimmered with an otherworldly glow, and the windows fogged up with a mysterious mist that obscured the outside world.
In the center of the room, a swirling vortex appeared, its dark purple hues pulsating with malevolent energy.
From within the vortex, ghostly apparitions began to emerge, their translucent forms flickering in and out of existence.
The souls, each one a faint glimmer of ethereal light, floated around the room like fireflies, their presence both haunting and mesmerizing.
They whispered silent words that echoed in the empty space, their voices a chorus of lost souls seeking solace in this strange, purple netherworld.
As the classroom transformed into a realm of the supernatural, the air grew heavy with the weight of forgotten memories and unfulfilled dreams.
The souls sprouted like twisted vines, entwining themselves with the surroundings, creating a deathly and unsettling atmosphere.
In this purple netherworld, time seemed to stand still, and reality itself became a fragile thing. The classroom had become a gateway to a realm beyond human understanding, a place where the boundaries between the living and the dead blurred into nothingness.
Shadow Style: Spectral Soul Battlefield!