The First Clash

Chapter 6:The First Clash

The Eastern Ground pulsed with anticipation. A sea of students crowded around the battlefield, whispers spreading like wildfire.

Everyone knew what was coming.

A battle of giants.

Baikon—Vice President of The Dragons, one of Jengraimukh Academy's strongest fighters.

Mri—the undefeated legend of Dibrugarh, now a mere member of The Revolutionary Stars, concealing his true strength.

But this wasn't just a fight against Baikon.

He was fighting expectations.

He was fighting his past.

And somewhere in the crowd, watching silently, was a face from that past.

Tulina.

She stood near the edge of the battlefield, arms crossed, her long brown hair swaying in the evening breeze.

She hadn't expected this.

Mri. Here?

The boy she once loved.

The boy she had walked away from.

And now, here he was, facing one of the academy's most feared fighters—completely calm.

"So, he's really back," she muttered.

Beside her, a tall figure chuckled.

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"He doesn't look like much."

Tulina turned her head slightly. Pranjol, the 2nd Division Captain of The Black Wolves, smirked as he watched the battlefield.

"If he was really all that, he wouldn't be stuck in The Revolutionary Stars," he added.

Tulina didn't respond.

She knew better.

She had seen Mri fight before.

She knew what he was capable of.

But the real question was—did he still have it?

The Battle Begins

Baikon rolled his shoulders, his Black Aura flaring to life. Sparks crackled around him like a raging storm.

Mri, in contrast, simply stood there.

No aura.

No sign of power.

Just piercing, unreadable eyes locked onto his opponent.

Baikon smirked. "What, too scared to show your aura?"

Mri didn't respond.

The crowd murmured.

"Where's his aura?"

"Is he really that strong, or was it just rumors?"

"Maybe he lost his touch."

A single voice cut through the noise.

"Baikon, end this quickly."

From his elevated position, Dipangkar, leader of The Dragons, watched with crossed arms. His Green Aura shimmered faintly, his expression unreadable.

Baikon grinned. "Gladly."

And then—

He moved.

A blur of motion.

His Black Aura surged as his fist sliced through the air.

It was fast. It was powerful.

But—

Mri didn't even flinch.

With the slightest shift of his body—

Baikon's punch missed.

A sharp gasp rippled through the crowd.

Baikon's eyes widened for a fraction of a second. He recovered quickly, throwing a second punch—faster, stronger.

Again—Mri dodged.

Effortlessly.

No wasted movement.

No unnecessary energy.

He was reading every strike before it happened.

Baikon's frustration grew. He increased his speed, his Black Aura flaring wildly as his fists rained down in rapid succession.

But Mri wasn't there anymore.

With precise footwork, he weaved through every attack—as if he already knew where each punch would land.

The crowd was stunned.

Even Dipangkar's gaze sharpened.

Baikon growled, stepping back. "What the hell? You running away? Fight me!"

Mri finally spoke. His voice was calm, quiet—but clear.

"You're too slow."

The Undefeated Strikes Back

The words stung.

Baikon roared, his aura exploding as he lunged forward—this time, aiming for Mri's chest.

But then—

Mri moved.

In a blink, he was behind Baikon.

The crowd gasped.

Baikon barely had time to react before—

Mri struck.

A single punch.

No aura.

No flashy moves.

Just pure technique.

CRACK.

Baikon's eyes widened as pain exploded in his ribs. He staggered, gasping for breath.

The arena fell into silence.

For the first time—Baikon had been hit so cleanly.

The captains of The Dragons were frozen. They knew that wasn't an ordinary punch.

And Tulina?

Her fingers curled slightly.

She recognized that movement. That speed. That power.

This was the same Mri she had once known.

And it terrified her.

Baikon clenched his jaw, wiping blood from his mouth. His aura flared violently, crackling with raw energy.

Mri exhaled softly.

He hadn't even used his aura yet.

And already, Baikon was struggling.

Dipangkar watched with narrowed eyes.

This fight… wasn't going as expected.

Mri shifted his stance slightly, his expression calm, unreadable.

Baikon wasn't weak—far from it.

But compared to the opponents Mri had faced before?

This wasn't even a challenge.

And yet, he stayed composed.

Because he knew—this was only the beginning.