Awakening The Only SSS-Rank Class! Now Even Dragons Obey Me Chapter 755: The Battle Of Leaders I

A profound tranquility permeated the entire private dimension. Varnos stood within its confines.

It was a space set apart from the battlefield, yet close enough for complete observation. Every detail, every clash, every fall, and every cry, though unheard, registered within the energy currents.

He remained motionless, unhurried, and without a trace of indecision on his features. He simply observed.

His gaze first traversed to the furthest reaches, where the sky seemed to have ceased being the sky.

Two opposing domains, light and dark, engaged in a mutual consumption, resembling two separate worlds. At their nexus, Daniel's presence was undeniably apparent.

Alone, confronting two S-rank combatants.

Even from such a distance, the palpable pressure was discernible. Mana fluctuations warped unnaturally, as though the fabric of space itself recoiled from the intensity of the battle.

"He's still holding on... but for how much longer?" Varnos mused internally.

He could clearly perceive the effects of the serum and the strain imposed by the array, the constraints that were undeniably placing an immense burden upon Daniel's physique.

Yet, he had not yet succumbed, a fact that in itself deviated from the norm.

However, the central query lingered: for how long?

How much longer could Daniel endure in such a compromised state? All indicators suggested that Daniel would likely face defeat eventually.

And this defeat appeared to be an inescapable certainty.

Had the outcome of their engagement been different without the influence of that serum? Varnos was convinced that those two S-rank adversaries would have been annihilated by Daniel in under a minute.

Even he, with his full might, would not have possessed even a sliver of a chance against a Daniel unleashing his complete power.

He exhaled a heavy sigh. This entire situation underscored the enemy's meticulous preparations for the conflict. He had significantly underestimated the adversary's level of readiness.

Perhaps venturing to that ceremony from the outset had been a misstep. Perhaps he should have heeded his daughter's counsel and abstained from attending. It would be disingenuous to deny the profound regret he felt concerning that decision.

But the past was immutable.

His attention then shifted to the other combat zones.

Darius.

He, too, was engaged in combat against one of the Goblin Guild commanders. He remained on his feet. His armor was fractured, his body streaked with blood, and his movements carried a noticeable heaviness compared to before. Each offensive maneuver betrayed signs of exhaustion... yet he had not yielded.

Despite his dire condition and the substantial damage sustained, if the confrontation persisted... Darius would perish.

Aaron.

He had been forced onto the defensive perimeter. The barriers of mana he erected were successively disintegrating. He had not yet fallen, but it was evident he was operating at the very limit of his capabilities.

He was also locked in conflict with an enemy commander. While slightly more adept at direct confrontation, his opponent had employed numerous ruses, effectively dismantling all his defensive measures.

This tactic had rendered his situation exceedingly perilous.

Elira.

Amidst the surrounding mayhem, she continued her analysis, relaying intelligence, and maintaining the battlefield's operational coordination. But even she... was under duress. The flow of data had become erratic.

Among all the Guild commanders, this young woman possessed the least martial prowess. The fact that she had managed to hold her ground was truly remarkable.

And then, Serah.

"Huh? What transpired?" Varnos's brow suddenly furrowed, and the veins on his forehead pulsed with rising anger.

There was no grand explosion, no climactic event, merely an abrupt cessation.

A single signal vanished. Varnos remained frozen for an instant.

His gaze was fixed, unwavering.

"...We have lost one." His visage was contorted with fury, yet he compelled himself to regain composure.

His rage could not resurrect Serah. The incident occurred with such abruptness that he was unable to intervene or offer aid. She had been extinguished with startling suddenness.

He understood that if the current trajectory continued, this was merely the precursor, and inevitably, the others would also meet their end.

His mind rapidly computed that without his intervention, his commanders would fall sequentially.

His eyes briefly closed as he wrestled with himself, grappling with the final decision.

Had the moment for his entry into this fray finally arrived? Or should he continue to wait? But for how much longer could he endure the wait?

His sole objective was to stall, to fulfill the directive given by his father.

That man, his father, had instructed him to persevere regardless of the circumstances and to buy time until he attained the status of a Heavenly King.

But how much time would that necessitate?

"If I do not act now... it will be too late."

The decision was irrevocably made.

The ambient mana around him underwent a transformation.

The spatial fabric of the private dimension responded sluggishly, as if the dimension itself sensed the impending action.

Varnos took a single step, and in that instant, space contorted, propelling him out of the dimension.

However, before he could proceed to assist his commanders, he distinctly felt the surrounding space being ensnared and immobilized.

And then, his adversary materialized.

Alaric, the chieftain of the Goblin Guild.

He was not adorned with any dramatic flair, opting instead for simple attire devoid of armor or ostentatious effects. His face bore a serene, almost unnervingly calm expression, and his eyes held no discernible emotion.

Yet, despite his unassuming appearance, his mere presence was enough to imbue the entire surroundings with a palpable heaviness.

Varenos halted his advance, his path abruptly obstructed. In the current circumstances, he recognized the futility of trying to proceed further.

"You cannot advance any further," Varenos declared.

"Our confrontation was not slated to commence just yet. I had anticipated you might exercise more patience. So, what prompted your intervention? Surely, it wasn't solely due to the demise of that young girl?" Alaric inquired.

"I've reached the conclusion that there's no necessity for further skirmishes or needless loss of life. It would be more prudent for us to settle this matter directly," Varenos responded in a level tone.

"However, can our duel truly decide the ultimate outcome? Speak truthfully, where is your father? It cannot be that he perished while in seclusion, can it?"

Varenos remained silent, but the icy chill emanating from his eyes was unmistakably evident.

"Why not abandon your reliance on underhanded tactics like serums and ancient formations? Wouldn't a fair fight be more honorable? What satisfaction do you derive from engaging in combat like a coward?" Varnos retorted, his expression unchanging.

"Ultimately, only victory holds significance. If I emerge alive and you fall, does the method employed truly matter?" Alaric countered with a sneer.

"In the end, you are no different from a coward. Even those scoundrels in your Guild are gutless, unable to achieve victory without resorting to deceit."

Mana began to condense around them, causing the very fabric of space to fracture. Intangible lines materialized in the air, as if reality itself was on the verge of unraveling.

Even the void seemed to tremble under the immense pressure.

This was not yet a battle, merely their latent power, and even that was sufficient to herald the onset of devastation.

"Even with your cowardly schemes, you will face defeat today," Varnos added, his voice laced with sarcasm.

"As someone who has lost everything belonging to his Guild and could perish at any moment, you seem to possess an excess of words."

Throughout their exchange, the cacophony of explosions persisted unabated. The fragmented domains continued to tear across the sky.

Daniel remained locked in combat, while the commanders teetered on the brink of their limits.

And here, at this critical juncture, stood two individuals whose confrontation held the potential to determine the fate of all present.

There was no turning back now. Varnos took a deliberate step forward.

A subtle, almost imperceptible smile touched Alaric's lips.

And then, their first devastating clash commenced.