While everyone had lost interest even before the start of the match, they heard the referee shout for the start of the match.

Following the shout of the referee, the sound of a loud bang was heard which thundered across the arena and the entire stadium descended into silence, and they saw a silhouette was thrown out off the stage and flying in the air, his figure slammed against the wall making a huge hole in it.

And what was unexpected was that contrary to their expectation it was the silhouette of Oskolov, the one whom they thought would win easily.

The entire academy descended into silence. It hasn't even 5 seconds since the match started and it finished.

Their eyes popped out of the socket seeing the boy standing in the arena standing in a punching position.

15 mins before the beginning of his match.

Lucas sat cross-legged trying to clear the uneasiness in his mind and heart. The name of his opponent had become his inner demon.

He was anything but calm.

On one side, he was feeling a strong urge to kill Oskolov, on the other side he was trembling in fear

with the trauma of facing Oskolov.

His future self was ostracized and traumatized by the Oskolov to the extent that he had become an inner demon in his heart, a knot that he have to untie to move forward.

The urge of killing and the fear of fighting Osoklov were clashing inside Lucas. He tried to clear his mind and blank out his mind but he couldn't no matter how many times he tried.

Though he wasn't successful in his attempt still he was feeling much better than the previous night.

Yesterday, he was feeling like a maniac who had been broken down by torture still with great difficulty he was getting normal.

Lucas took a deep breath and looked at the watch. It was time for his fight.

Clank!

Reaching the waiting room used by the participants.

Lucas opened the dressing locker and started to wear the battle suit given by the academy, and he started making his way towards the arena.

As he walked, his every step became heavy and he felt a huge burden on his shoulders which he found hard to lift.

As he got closer, he could see Osoklov's smug smile from afar who was looking down on him.

Lucas's feet trembled for a moment, he shook his head down and subconsciously his shoulder dropped seeing Oskolov.

It was how always Lucas's future self behaved in front of Osoklov, staying low like a meek coward unable to raise his head to look at Oskolov, always begging to leave him.

Lucas didn't try to overcome his fear now cause he will finish this as much as possible.

He heard, that if he prolonged the match something unexpected would happen and he might have ended up doing something, he shouldn't have.

Moreover, the Oskolov that made his future self-life hell wasn't this kid so he decided to finish it one go.

A crushing blow to Osoklov's ego and pride of being defeated by a commoner.

As Lucas got on the stage, Osoklov rolled his eyes and spoke"I never thought, you will have the guts to come here, moreover after making me wait for the match bloody commoner."

"Since you dare to waste my time on me, I will make sure you repent for the rest of your life."

Lucas didn't refute and kept his head low trying to calm himself.

"Are you both ready?" The referee asked.

Both of us nodded.

Osoklov drew out his sword and saw Lucas standing still and mocked him for being unable to take his sword out of fear already.

"You can't give raise your sword before me. You should have just forfeited the match."

A small sound of gnashing teeth was heard as Lucas's face became red, a slightly deeper shade of red and his body started to envelop by are aura.

His eyes started to glow in reddish-golden and a small tint of crimson coloured encircled his golden pupil.

Lucas oblivious to these unexpected changes suddenly felt an unfounded strength waking inside him that was seeping into his arm as if he suddenly got a boost out of nowhere.

"Begin."

On hearing the referee shout, Osoklov aimed his sword at Lucas and yawned as he thought it would be a boring fight.

After taking a yawn closing he eyes, as soon as he opened his eyes.

He saw it.

The image that will be etched deep inside his memory

Which will invade his whole body.

Which will mark the beginning of his Nightmare throughout this life.

A furious aura like visage appeared before him nowhere, the figure seemed to be coated in darkness and the figure manifested before him as if appearing out of thin air.

First, he saw a crimson light with a pair of red demonic eyes which made him shiver but it was gone in an instant and everything before him went dark.

'Hmmm.Darkness."

'In broad daylight, how?'Osoklov thought.

No, it wasn't dark, it was something that covered his sight. Since it was right in front of him, it was blocking his vision of sight.

At that moment, unlike anything, they had ever crowd heard before happened.

As soon as the match started, the boy figure suddenly disappeared and a small crimson coloured light flashed that looked like a six-asura which sent a chill down the spine.

An explosive voice was heard that reverberated across the whole Colosseum.

BANG!

Osoklov felt a fist coming toward him at speed invisible to his naked eye and touched his face creating a small sonic explosion tearing the barrier of air.

Osoklov's whole body rotated in the air and spun more than dozens of times before being blasted away out of the arena.

It didn't stop after being thrown out of the arena, as with momentum he was punched, he was shot out of the arena like a projectile and with a streak of light, his body crashed onto the wall at the bank of the Colosseum, creating a big hole and dent.

The sound of the collision rang like thundered that spread like waved across the whole audience as they saw the scene with their jaw wide open.

A roaring sound was heard as the audience saw the collision between the human fist on the other face creating a violent sound.

Osoklov's body spun in the hair and blood flow down like a waterfall from his nose and mouth as he flew off in the air leaving behind trails of blood and colliding with the wall.

Osoklov's body which was plastered on the wall, convoluted pitifully as his body tried to contain the immense pain he was feeling.

His face bones were crushed into pieces and his back seemed to be suffered a fracture.

A puddle of blood was formed below Osoklov as blood was rushing out from his nose and mouth like a waterfall.

Both Osoklov's parents and the audience were horrified by Lucas's punch and to worse, it was just the beginning so they couldn't understand the reason for taking it this afar.

At the same time, the thought of Lucas holding back horrified him as the possibility of Osoklov being killed by a single punch if this way a real battle shook them to the core.

The punch was packed with Lucas's full strength. He punched with all his strength and used mana to reinforce it. He punched as if this was the last punch of his life, his last chance to survive against the world.

If not for the substitution magic tool protecting Osoklov and minimising the blow, Lucas was sure that his punch would have blown away the whole head of Osoklov into blood mist.

Even after so much hatred, he didn't want to kill after all he was not the one who was bullied but rather his future self.

Lucas looked at Osoklov's condition. He was satisfied and dissatisfied at the same time.

Satisfied with getting his revenge and dissatisfied with not being able to properly toy with his enemy and taking his sweet time for revenge.

Still, he felt a heavy burden in his heart had been lifted by this.

Lucas didn't look back and walked out of the arena while the entire crowd looked at him in silence but after a moment of stupor, they woke up when they heard a clap of someone and then like a wave, the clapping spread across the whole stadium and the audience erupted in cheers.

Parth pulled Fredrick and asked shaking him"What the hell was that! What the was that punch?"

"How can I know?" Fredrick spoke as he pushed Parth away.

The punch was stronger than Lucas's current level could allow. It was packed with too much power that even Fredrick felt fear of dying.

Maybe Lucas had gotten quite stronger than he anticipated.

"It's gonna be fun. I will be waiting for you." Fredrick spoke.

"Did you forget that I am here too?" Charles spoke as he glared at Fredrick

"You will be going down by my hands."

"Fair and square," Charles spoke pointing his finger at Fredrick and walking out of the place.

While walking he thought about the scene he had seen, it was still hard for him to digest.

Lucas and Fredrick were getting stronger and stronger. He needs to step up his game and train hard if he wants them to see him as his threat.

"I will surpass both of you by relying on my power without the use of other means," Charles muttered.