Ormadock Martial Academy stood like a colossus on the Vion continent—an elite sanctuary where only the finest martial practitioners trained under the watchful eyes of masters. Towering stone walls circled the sprawling campus like a fortress, its architecture echoing centuries of power and tradition. The academy’s name was born from unity: “OR” for Orvand Empire, “MA” for Mavinus Empire, and “DOCK” for the Caddock Empire. Together, they had built the greatest martial institution across all three empires.
As the sun dipped behind the academy’s massive front gates, two figures approached—one calm and confident, the other bright-eyed and reverent.
Davious and his disciple, Heddicus, had arrived.
“You can’t enter! Get lost!” one of the armored gate guards barked, stepping forward with an aggressive stance.
“You fools…” Heddicus sneered, stepping ahead, “Do you have any idea who my master is?”
Davious stepped forward, his gaze calm but cutting. “I’m here to meet the Head of the Academy. Let me through.”
One of the guards let out a cold laugh. “What a joke.”
Without another word, Davious casually raised his hand—and a pulse of soul force rippled from him like a tidal wave. The air bent, the ground cracked, and both guards were hurled backward as if struck by a divine storm.
The force was so overwhelming, it triggered an alarm within the academy itself. And then—
A figure flashed in front of them like lightning.
In an instant, Lord Irrus, Head of the Academy, appeared at the gates. An elder dressed in flowing white robes and gripping a long, black rod. His presence carried centuries of refined power—he was a second-stage Martial Emperor.
“May I know why you’re disturbing my academy?” Irrus asked with sharp authority.
Davious smirked faintly. “Getting old dulls the eyes, it seems.”
At that, Heddicus stiffened beside his master. He’d heard the stories—Lord Irrus was no ordinary warrior. He stood at the peak of the continent’s strongest.
“How impudent,” Irrus growled, and unleashed a mighty wave of his soul force.
But the moment the energy reached Davious—it shattered like glass against a wall of invisible pressure.
“Pathetic,” Davious scoffed. “This is the strength of a Martial Emperor? Disappointing.”
Lord Irrus’s pupils shrank. He didn’t even flinch… Could he be… at the same realm as me? No—higher?
“Come then,” Davious taunted, his voice like thunder wrapped in silk. “Let’s see what an Emperor can really do.”
Lord Irrus roared and lunged, rod sweeping forward—but before it could land, a golden light surged from Davious’s palm.
The elder froze mid-strike.
A divine weight dropped on his shoulders—his legs buckled—and within seconds, the Head of Ormadock Academy was on his knees, crushed beneath the radiance of Davious’s soul force.
“Senior, please… show mercy,” Lord Irrus choked out, his voice trembling beneath the crushing pressure.
Davious withdrew the energy, and Lord Irrus gasped for breath, barely managing to stand.
“My deepest apologies, Senior…” he bowed low, shamed but alive.
Heddicus stared in awe. My master… forced a Martial Emperor to his knees with a single pulse of energy…
“What can I do for you, Senior?” Irrus asked, still reeling.
“Nothing much,” Davious replied coolly. “I’ll be staying here for a while. I trust that won’t be a problem?”
“O-of course not, Senior,” Irrus coughed, his internal injuries surfacing despite his effort to hide them.
Davious studied him for a moment, then smirked. “You've been stuck at the second stage for ten years now.”
Lord Irrus’s eyes widened. “You… you can tell that just by looking?”
Davious shrugged. “Trivial stuff. But since I’ll be your guest, I suppose I should pay some kind of rent…”
“You don’t need to—” Irrus rushed to object.
“How about I help you break through to the third stage of Martial Emperor realm?” Davious asked, his tone suddenly serious.
The old man trembled. “Y-you’re serious…?”
“Step closer.”
Without hesitation, Lord Irrus obeyed. Davious laid a palm on his head—and golden energy streamed into his body. For a heartbeat, the entire academy felt a surge of pressure as green light erupted from Lord Irrus’s core.
A blast of soul force exploded from him—powerful, refined, complete.
“Hahahaha! I’ve broken through… I’ve finally made it! Thank you, Senior! Thank you!”
Tears streaked the elder’s cheeks as he knelt again, this time out of gratitude.
Davious grinned. “You might want to stand before your students see their mighty Head on his knees.”
Lord Irrus scrambled up, wiping his face in embarrassment. “Forgive me. Senior… may I ask your name?”
“Davious,” he replied simply.
“Then I shall address you as Lord Davious.”
“Call me whatever you wish. I've paid my rent,” Davious said with a grin. “Now it’s your turn to host.”
“Of course, Lord Davious. Please—follow me,” Irrus said with a respectful nod.
As they stepped through the gates, Heddicus remained frozen for a second, staring at his master with admiration burning in his eyes.
So this… this is the true power of my Master…
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