There were only four people Atticus wanted to give a brutal beating to, and this was because he knew that they were the ones responsible for the formation of this pathetic excuse for an army.

What were they expecting? That ganging up against him would make any difference?

"An army of ants is still exactly that, ants. One large foot is all I need," turning towards Seraphin's battered figure, he continued, "You're lucky I don't have the time to waste."

Atticus's icy words traveled far; it was as though they didn't follow the conventional rules that sound usually obeyed.

Everyone heard it. From Zezazeus, who was moving towards them at fast speed, to the millions of youths watching the battle unfold. And as they did, their hearts couldn't help but tremble.

Atticus suddenly tightened his grip, the sound of Seraphin choking and gasping for breath permeating the area.

Seraphin's face underwent a change in different spectrums of colors until it settled on pale bluish. Before his whole body could go limp, a golden light enveloped him, and he disappeared.

The Stellaris family youths in the area gulped audibly as Atticus's gaze suddenly landed on them.

Their bodies were still enveloped in blinding golden radiance, but their current morale was anything but golden. Their leader and the strongest one among them had just been taken down with a single attack.

What could they possibly do? With Gerald and Seraphin taken care of, the Stellaris only numbered 4.

Neither dared to move, but they didn't have to. The blade in Atticus's grasp erupted into flames, a tempest of fiery rage swirling around it.

The gazes of the Stellaris youths quivered in unison, but that was all they had time to do.

Akin to the sudden burst of heat from a raging inferno, Atticus burst forward with explosive speed, appearing behind the youths in a flash.

A trail of fire suddenly materialized in each of the Stellaris youths' joints, their forms separating in the next second.

From the first year to the third year, it didn't matter.

Multiple golden lights ignited, enveloping each of their forms before they vanished from the area.

A weird silence suddenly ensued, one that lasted for less than a second.

The golden lights in the vicinity had scarcely dimmed when two cleaving blades materialized mere inches from Atticus's head.

Atticus's body flickered, a movement that shifted him out of the trajectory of the attack.

But it was as though his attacker had already expected this to happen, his already leaning forward, using the momentum of the attack to unleash a sweeping kick in the next instant.

Atticus's eyes flashed; he had just tried to move, but somehow, something was restricting his movements. His gaze turned and landed on his attacker, whose body was enveloped in a pulsating brown glow, his eyes glowing with an intense green hue, fixated directly on Atticus despite his position.

But that wasn't all.

The figures of the rest of the Enigmalnk youth surrounded him, each of their gazes emitting an intense glow.

The speed at which his attacker, Zezazeus, was currently moving was fast, incredibly so. It was obvious he was currently using Aerokinesis and his bloodline; he wasn't holding anything back.

Just as Atticus was about to retaliate, he suddenly felt something in the air, something almost imperceptible, a subtle shift in the vibrations around him.

Atticus's eyes flashed once more, landing on the youths who were still at a distance away from them, the Resonara family youths.

Sonorous stood at the forefront of the group, each of their headsets aglow in radiant green, their hair floating upward as if held by unseen currents. Both arms extended forward, pointing towards their target.

Atticus's reaction was instantaneous.

He forgot everything relating to fire and focused on only one element: space.

The blazing fire surrounding his sword extinguished abruptly, and the brutal kick aimed at his head froze mid-air.

Zezazeus's glowing gaze narrowed, his mind racing through a whirlwind of thoughts as his eyes flickered on and off. What was happening?

But despite his high intellect and lightning-fast thinking, Zezazeus didn't have the chance to draw any conclusions. Atticus's piercing blue eyes suddenly took on a crimson hue, his body enveloped in a raging crimson glow.

The shock that washed over Zezazeus was so intense that his brain momentarily ceased to function.

He could use Aerokinesis!?

It went without saying that even the current third years were struggling with it, but a first year was actually using it so effortlessly?

He had done his research about Atticus, trying to plan for everything ahead of time, but not only did he not know what the invisible force that stopped his leg was, he had no idea he could use Aerokinesis!

"Gravity control,"

Zezazeus went through another shock as he and the rest of the Enigmalnk family youths close to him felt their bodies buckle as gravity suddenly increased in intensity.

It would have been different if they had been on the ground, but the fact that they were currently using telekinesis to support themselves in the air made it more intense.

But none of them had the time to comprehend the situation as the nature of Atticus's movement suddenly shifted once more; his whole body seemingly defied containment, as though the laws of physics meant nothing to him.

His right hand moved like a void, swift and deadly, appearing and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Zezazeus's right leg was the first to go, followed by his left and then his arms. Yet, not a single drop of blood spewed from them; it was as though some unseen force stopped the flow.

In the next instant, a kick landed squarely on Zezazeus's bewildered face, propelling his deformed visage like a cannon through the skies.

And then, Atticus vanished.

Sonorous's expression changed. Everything had happened way too fast for him to react. He and the other youths had been preparing to support the Enigmalnks, and then in the next second, Zezazeus was shooting through the skies?

Sonorous's gaze narrowed as he saw a multitude of golden lights suddenly appearing in the skies. That was all he had time to see before his entire vision was suddenly obscured by a palm.