I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space Chapter 384: Sofia Vs Celestia

Thousands of water spears hurtled through the sky, razor-sharp and packed with deadly intensity, each capable of piercing rock effortlessly, much less human bodies. They all rushed toward one spot: Selena, still on her knees amidst the broken ground and swirling particles. She didn't raise her head. She didn't detect their approach. Or maybe she did, but it didn't matter to her anymore. Her body shook slightly, her face down, tears flowing freely as her entire reality crumbled inside. Razeal wed. Those words reverberated in her mind like an unbreakable hex. They overwhelmed all else—threats, reflexes, the will to live. The sacred energy that had blazed around her earlier now sputtered feebly, erratic and scattered, driven by inner turmoil rather than any urge to protect. The revelation had shattered her utterly. In her thoughts, she wasn't in the city any longer. She stood isolated before the wreckage of her dreams, witnessing them go up in flames quietly.

In that fleeting moment, Sofia dropped down.

She materialized in front of Selena in a streak of speed, her fist pulled back and thrusting ahead with horrifying speed. There was zero pause in her assault—just the icy accuracy of a person fully intent on ending a life. The power in her blow squeezed the atmosphere, gusts twisting around her fist as it targeted Selena's features straight on. Her stare was keen, hunter-like, free of doubt now, only resolve. Right then, the water spears closed in for the kill. They hovered inches from striking, their points gleaming as they sliced through the final gap between plan and reality.

Yet abruptly... all motion ceased.

Celestia's gaze tightened a fraction.

She didn't yell. She didn't gesture wildly. She merely rotated her wrist.

With a gentle sweep of her hand cutting the breeze, a slender, almost unseen silver arc unfurled from her grasp. It seemed dainty, nearly breakable. But as it extended, the world bent to its will.

Sofia's punch never connected.

A power, exact and irresistible, hit her during the charge and flung her away like she'd been brushed off by a godly palm. Her form ripped through the sky, hurled back a good distance before she could even grasp what occurred.

Simultaneously, the growing silver surge met the advancing spears.

No blast rang out. No flashy breakage.

The spears just vanished.

Myriad tight water formations melted away in one instant, transforming right into pale fog that scattered safely on the breeze. One second they spelled doom. The next, they were mere steam.

And the road grew quiet.

Celestia advanced, positioning herself as a shield between Selena and the danger without a backward glance. Her stance was straight, restrained, yet her eyes held ice.

"Hmph," she breathed lightly.

"Having the nerve to strike at her... right in my presence? You're overestimating yourself."

Her tone held calm command... not rage bellowed, but verdict pronounced.

Behind her, Selena stayed down on her knees, frozen, still trapped in her breakdown.

Celestia peeked back for a second. She spotted it at once—the void in Selena's eyes, how her energy ignored outside pressures now. She knew yelling wouldn't help. Dragging her to her feet wouldn't either. The trauma had sunk in too far.

Pathetic, she mused, jaw clenching softly. Get a grip.

But under that frustration lurked something she wouldn't acknowledge.

Razeal married?

The notion unsettled her core as well...

He'd been her betrothed. She'd chosen it. She'd picked power over feelings. She'd convinced herself it was essential.

Still, picturing him sliding a band onto someone else's hand stirred an unease she avoided probing.

It irked her too...

It wounded her ego.

It jabbed at her emotions and her status simultaneously.

"Tch." The noise slipped from her lips unfiltered.

Irritation.

Envy.

And a keener edge.

When she glanced upward, she caught Sofia steadying herself in flight, her dark blue locks trailing as she regained poise. The shock in Sofia's eyes rang true. She hadn't foreseen that. Not the easy parry. Not the complete nullification of her assault. Her defenses rose on reflex, body tilted, limbs ready.

Celestia ignored her bewilderment.

She was finished watching.

A subtle, murderous grin tugged at Celestia's mouth.

Fine, then.

If you're so eager to push this.

Her figure disappeared from the earth.

She shot skyward like a streak of silver thunder, trailing a hazy outline in her spot. The pavement under her cracked from her launch's might. She didn't rise softly—she tore through the wind with purpose.

Her hand balled in ascent, energy gathering around it, not in wild show but in tight, ruinous concentration. Her sight fixed on Sofia's torso—the vital core, the optimal hit zone.

You dare challenge me like this?

Let's see how your boldness holds up.

In under a breath, she closed in.

Sofia spotted the incoming rush... quite composedly as she spread her hand to intercept it.

Boom.

The noise cut sharp and bottled, like lightning sheathed in iron.

Her open hand and Celestia's punch clashed in the heavens.

The blast wave spread in a compact orb, warping the atmosphere nearby. Adjacent roofs shook. Panes splintered. A rush of air plunged below, stirring grit and rubble from the wrecked path.

"Hah... perhaps you're the one overvaluing yourself." Sofia's smile spread gradually and purposely, slashing her features like a knife's tip. Their hands stayed joined aloft, Celestia's joints digging into Sofia's hand, Sofia's digits clamped firm on the royal's wrist.

The meeting had spawned a squeezed blast that whirled out in a ringed blast, tearing cloth and lashing extended tresses wildly behind them both.

As the gale wailed briefly before easing into taut quiet. Despite the immense pressure in Celestia's hit, Sofia didn't shift a bit. Her footwear etched unseen stress marks in the breeze as she maintained her spot. Tendons in her arm flexed, blood vessels faintly outlined under her flawless hide as she boosted her hold.

The space amid them quivered with pure bodily might alone—no seen magic from Sofia, no energy barrier guarding her skin, just power. She clamped tighter, probing, anticipating the crunch of bones or the pull of joints under her vise. But unexpectedly, Celestia's grip didn't waver. No break. No shake. No falter. It felt like clutching sacred steel. Sofia's gaze tightened a touch. Interesting.

Celestia, meanwhile, sensed the push right away. She'd delivered that blow with sheer bodily might—not enhanced with magic or any boost yet... But it remained her power... Hers... Celestia Gewn Valentine. The successor to the realm's seat. Someone blocking it so offhand wasn't ordinary. Not even a draconic heir could halt that without moving.

Her eyes showed a hint of wonder before regaining noble calm. "Hmm. Impressive," she whispered, tone even amid the unseen struggle pulling between them.

She detected Sofia's hold strengthening, gauging her frame's toughness, assessing her. Fine. Let her assess. Celestia's mouth bent subtly—not fully a grin, not quite a scoff. "So you're his wife." The term tasted off, bitter and sour. "Not bad." Her look intensified. "But did he mention how deeply he cherished me?" The remark flowed even, intentional. A planned jab. "You know... he was my former betrothed. I'm certain he shared details about me."

The pitch rose a bit, quiet arrogance weaving in. The message shone through. I came before you. My vow preceded your band. The envy under it was barely hidden—she loathed its presence but couldn't fully quash it. Razeal tying the knot with another grated on an instinctual level in her. Pride? Self? Or perhaps a deeper force she denied.

Sofia's eyes shadowed with threat at the term cherished. Her smile lingered, but it honed sharper.

"Oh? Not really." Her voice lowered, direct and slicing. "When I inquired, he simply called you irrelevant." The term hurled back unhesitatingly. Irrelevant. She observed the response. There—a flash in Celestia's eyes, gone in a blink. Sofia sensed a thrill of triumph. If you're staking claim to being better, royal, I'll join the fray.

"Irrelevant?" Celestia's eyebrow jerked lightly. "I'm doubtful of that." Her tone chilled more. "Deceive yourself all you want. Question him once more if he still holds affection for me. His reply might shock you." Her chin set firmer. "It was unfortunate destiny between us... If not, perhaps..." She trailed off... But a fierce ownership colored her delivery. As if destiny itself should amend. Suddenly, she yanked her hand free from Sofia's clasp with a quick turn and spun in the air, firing a rapid, elevated kick toward Sofia's side.

Sofia countered at once, lifting her arm to guard. The strike boomed with a solid snap, unleashing another blast wave across the clouds. The air force split vapors overhead and jostled scattered pieces below. Celestia's words had edged higher despite her effort to steady; annoyance seeped in, faint but clear.

Sofia grinned past the guard. "Ohhh? And why strike me anew? Shouldn't I be the one hitting you?" Her pitch sank to chillier. "Especially after what you inflicted on my husband?" The claim rang possessive on purpose. "And what's behind this fury and those remarks? What does bad fate mean? And if not maybe?" She edged nearer in flight, stare narrowing. "It's sparking some seriously off thoughts." The phrases dug now, analyzing Celestia's tells. "I arrived seeking vengeance. I figured you two had hidden agendas... that you despised him, explaining your actions.. But seeing you here..." her eyes scanned Celestia's face, mapping it "the way you're eyeing me... with murderous urge." Her mouth twisted slightly. "I wonder why..."

She repaid Celestia's kick with a direct jab at her features. It moved swift—swifter than prior—wind ripping beside her knuckles. Celestia seized it with one hand, fingers closing around Sofia's fist. The might squeezed between once more, a small blast of force erupting out. Neither face altered now. They were locked in fully.

"What nonsense are you uttering?" Celestia's voice turned blade-sharp. "Cease the drivel." Her eyes gleamed with peril. "Striking you? Clearly, I am." Her tone dipped deeper. "You struck Selena first. And you boldly vowed to end me." Her silver energy pulsed along her limb briefly. "Failing to hit back would make me the idiot." The reason stood sound, exact—but below simmered something fiercer. Envy. Ego. Claiming wrath. She'd never confess.

Boom!! Boom!! Boom!!

They smashed repeatedly in the sky, punches clashing with arms, kicks halted by hands, knees turned aside by guards. Each meeting sparked a muffled thunder that jarred the area. Blasts ripped the breeze, splitting battered barriers and dropping rock fragments. Tiles rose and broke. Panes exploded. The earth underneath split wider per sky strike. Folks fled in terror, some toppled by rogue force surges. Grit whirlwinds rose around the fight zone like a tempest called by warring gods.

Sofia's actions were primal and savage—straight, ruthless, bodily rule. Celestia's were exact and planned—royal honed skill over deadly might. Their approaches clashed starkly, but neither retreated. Each trade packed demolition power. Wreckage scattered like bullets. The heavens appeared to flinch from their hits.

And under them, through the widening fissures in the city's stone, the fight intensified—no longer merely vengeance, or ego, or safeguarding, but something riskier: ownership.

They sped beyond sight's track. One instant Celestia soared high, silver-tressed figure carving the blue; next Sofia met her in the assault, aqueous power smashing regal accuracy. Their forms smeared through the wind, impacting over and over, each sharper than before. With each tick, the fury ramped. What started as cautious probes evolved to nonstop surge.

Strike countered strike, hand to hand, leg to arm, joint to grip—each bang spawning a slamming wave that surged out like caged storm. In one pulse they traded scores of hits. In the next, multitudes. None bent. None reeled. Each absorbed the other's might full and flung it back undaunted. It surpassed a feel-out bout; it was a willpower duel sheathed in brute force.

Their amazement grew per trade. Sofia hadn't foreseen such stubbornness from one so youthful. Celestia hadn't guessed at matching her body-to-body sans seen magic or energy aid. Her face honed—not fearful, but awakening to truth. This foe isn't common.

Beneath, the city quaked. Particles twisted up in fierce puffs per sky burst. Slates split and crumbled, timber frames creaked under strain, and the soil cracked in branching lines. People rushed to steady, some hurled back by the force swells dropping like unseen floods. Sentries fought to hold shields, barking commands lost in the overhead roars.

But aloft, neither heard.

Sofia's gaze focused on Celestia's features amid strikes. The royal's poise was flawless, yet fissures showed, tiny splits in that sleek front. Sofia perceived them.

"Nah... this goes beyond me hitting her or warning you," Sofia barked during a swing, her hand crashing Celestia's guard with force to warp the air. "I'm not that innocent, you know." She spun and drove a knee high, which Celestia parried with a crisp turn. "See that lady's response!" Sofia called, voice climbing with force. "And now yours!"

They smashed again, form to form, blast erupting like a packed charge.

"I'm certain now!" Sofia pressed, eyes afire. "She adores my husband!"

The term husband rang intentional.

"And I suspect you do as well.. or close to it!"

Her following hit bore extra might, rage fueling power. "I spot the drive in your assaults.. You're targeting me 'cause I'm his spouse!" she bellowed, moisture steaming near her hands as tension mounted. "And you hate that truth! Is that the case?!"

The charge cut true.

For a split second, an emotion crossed Celestia's features.

And then

Her look froze.

Completely froze.

"Shut Up."

The phrase ripped from her with reined wrath.

In the same beat, she thrust her hand ahead.

This wasn't a probe.

This held nothing back.

The strength in it outstripped all prior hits together. Silver glow gathered on her limb, tightening like a dying sun before bursting out with dreadful weight. The breeze snapped as her blow gouged a direct line at Sofia's face.

Sofia's eyes widened... not scared, but thrilled.

"Looks like it's damn true!" she hollered, hurling her counter with matching rage. Her sinews bunched, vessels bold on her limb as she channeled every bit of might into the return.

The pair of hands collided.

And reality tore.

The burst after wasn't mere wave—it was a blast. A huge slamming roar ripped the firmament, hurling a twisting gale down into the streets. The surface below broke savagely. Whole slabs of stone exploded, edifices split at bases, and onlookers flew back though scores of paces distant. Panes shattered inward. Timber cracked. Grit plumes shot up like war shots.

The clash boomed over the city.

For an instant, both figures floated locked in balance, equal might, neither driven off.

Then they parted a hair... gaining space.

Sofia floated, breaths quicker, bewilderment mixing her ire.

"This baffles me further!" she yelled, jabbing at Celestia in flight. "What the hell's up with you two?!"

Her cry was rough—not pure anger, but real vexation.

"You both obviously value him!" she insisted. "So why the hell did you harm him like that?!"

The query landed heavier than any blow.

"I don't damn get it!" she went on, eyes flaring with rage and doubt mingled. "Give me the truth.. or I'll pummel it from you!"

She eased back a tad, creating yards between. Not fleeing—adjusting. Defenses high. Form tensed.

Celestia stayed put, floating with ease, silver energy dim but firm.

She offered no quick reply.

Her visage stood calm—icy, noble, unshaken.

But within

Something stirred.

She'd battled this woman without cease, and the fact stood plain.

This woman was powerful.

Extremely powerful.