บท 159: Final Tournament IV

The power to manipulate gravity.

It was no secret that the academy was capable of so many feats, one of which made the impossible somewhat possible.

However, the tech division only revealed a tip of what they were truly capable of. It was said that only the dean knew how capable the tech division was.

Azarov was still in midair, trying as much as to get away from this predicament, he was in. But, regardless of his effort, or how he moved, he was unable to regain his stance.

As he raised his head, staring at Aurora, his mouth couldn't help but open slightly.

"Oh, oh!"

Those words escaped Azarov's mouth, and a second after he spoke, he was bombarded with ice spikes.

The spikes penetrated deep into his body, and as if that weren't already enough, he was enveloped by flames soon after.

"Arghhhh~!"

Azarov had sworn not to be terrified of death, as death was nothing but an ally to him. He had gone through hell and concluded that only the weak felt pain.