SSS Ranked Reincarnation: Dark Dragon Legacy

Ragna remained froz, not moving. The crowd began yelling, asking them to start and not waste their time.

"They want a fight? Won't you move?" Silva asked.

Ragna took a deep breath, gathering all his strgth to withstand the pressure. He forced his mind to believe that Silva was just playing tricks on him.

Wh he finally was able to move, he charged at Silva at top speed, swinging his blade to cut Silva in two.

Silva kicked the g lightly and leaped back, dodging the sword by a hair, but th he stepped in and thrust his sword, stopping just as it was about to stab Ragna.

Ragna froze wh he saw the proximity of the blade, but Silva didn't drive it in. Silva looked at him, smiled, and th launched a punch to Ragna's face, causing a ton of teeth to fly out.

Ragna fell to the g, spitting out blood, but Silva didn't wait for him. He ran up and kicked Ragna in the abdom, forcing him to cough out more blood.

Silva bt down beside him and started talking.

"Is this all it takes to bring you down? You overgrown mass of muscle. All you are is a show, nothing else."

"Don't get cocky!" Ragna yelled and tried to swing from down there. Silva reacted faster than Ragna could blink and twisted Ragna's arm.

Ragna cried out in pain as his arm was being twisted.

"Me? Getting cocky? It was you, you who got cocky, thinking that you could bully me to look good," Silva said.

Ragna wasn't ready to give up yet. He released his Mana to try and use magic, but as soon as Silva ssed the Mana, he used his own Mana to suppress it.

He th pushed Ragna's face into the g with a powerful force, blood dripping from Ragna's face.

Silva stood Ragna up and gave him some distance.

"Come at me, redeem yourself, Ragna. Your whole class is watching, teachers are watching, and all your juniors are watching.

If you don't show them that you can do something, they will lose all respect for you," Silva said, but Ragna didn't move. He had lost the will to fight.

Silva saw this and was completely infuriated.

"YOU BLOODY PIECE OF ROTTEN SHIT, DO YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST LOSE YOUR WILL TO FIGHT LIKE THAT?" Silva allowed his bloodlust and killing intt to burst out of him.

It immediately caused Ragna to fall to his knees and start coughing blood.

Silva walked to him and grabbed him by the hair.

"You can only lose if you pass out, right? Let's see how long I can keep you before you pass out," Silva said and punched Ragna.

Ragna coughed out blood and started begging.

"Please, stop, please." Wh Silva heard the begging, he felt his rage increase.

Punch after punch, he kept bashing Ragna. Ragna was now covered in blood and about to faint.

But th Silva grabbed him by the head and infused Mana into his body to spark him back up.

Ragna felt ergy course through him, but rather than happiness, he looked at Silva with dread. He started running because he understood what Silva wanted to do.

The third years that were watching this felt their blood boil. They all wanted so badly to get Silva.

They could all see the game Silva was playing. He wanted to completely and utterly break Ragna.

Silva was way too fast for Ragna, so fast that to the likes of Ragna, it looked like flash step. He st a kick into Ragna's chest, sding him flying.

'This is it, today, all by myself, I'll declare war against the third years, and I'll get the first years to follow me to fight against the third years.

This on its own will allow me to sweep the plans of most of the nobles away because after this, I'll be the beacon for the commoners,' Silva thought.

The reason Silva was acting like this and making all these decisions was because he wanted people to know about him.

He wanted them to get to know the person named Silva, and that would allow him to attract more influtial and stronger people.

So he needed to make his name go beyond the walls of the academy. That might be the way to understand the task the goddess Ophelia gave him.

He didn't know what path to take exactly, so he chose a path for himself.

Silva kicked Ragna up, and for the next five minutes, it was a beatdown, and th Silva would use his Mana to spark the brain.

He kept up the cycle until the whole g was covered in blood, as if a massacre had happed. Finally, Silva allowed Ragna to faint after the twelfth time.

He walked away with his bloody fist, leaving Ragna to those who knew what to do with him.

There was no cheer. The ara was so quiet. They all looked at Silva as he walked away, some with hatred, some with confusion, and some with admiration.

Who was this person called Silva, and why was he this strong at such an age?

Before Silva could ev get too far from the ara, the news had already started spreading about the battle.

He decided to head for his room first, because everyone would keep staring at him if he stayed outside.

He lay on his bed, twirling dark magic a his finger. He heard a knock on the door, and the door oped. Aaron, followed by Michael, walked in.

"He said he wanted to see you, and he wasn't taking a no," Aaron said and wt to his bed to sit. Michael also followed and sat down with Aaron.

"The question here should be how did you know I would be here?" Silva asked.

"A calculated guess. By the way, your sister and Fay wanted to see you. I told them I'd tell you if I saw you," Aaron said.

"Alright, I'll meet them later," Silva said.

"Now, about that duel, I think you just made the whole third year your emy," Michael said.

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