Chapter 77: Monstrous Disciple
"Leon, are you just gonna run like this... or actually try to attack ?"
Leon looked at his master with a pale, deadpan expression. If his face could speak, it would clearly say, Are you serious? He knew exactly what she was trying—baiting him in close for one final, decisive blow.
But the setup was too cliché. He wasn’t going to fall for it.
"No. I’m not going to," he replied flatly.
Seraphine had already expected him to reject her taunt. So, there was only one thing left to do now.
"There’s no point in continuing this, my dear disciple," she said, voice calm but tinged with defeat. "All my mana will be gone in one more minute. I can’t even touch you. You’ve basically won. You can bombard endlessly with your magic... I don’t even know how long I could endure."
She slowly sheathed her sword back into the scabbard at her waist.
"Let’s go on our date now. It seems Master lost today."
Leon also began sheathing his blade, but mid-motion, her figure vanished—and in the next breath, she appeared right in front of him, fist cocked for a devastating blow in her final form.
FWOOOM—!
Leon didn’t move. He stood perfectly still.
Seraphine froze—literally. Her fist halted inches from his face. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn’t move an inch.
He had been ready. He’d used Spatial Freeze, fueled by two hundred mana, without hesitation. With his reverse-mana pool and spatial awareness, he could predict exactly when she’d strike—especially with how head-on the move was. He didn’t take chances.
She was locked in place. Not even her aura could help her now.
It had only been a second, but she understood clearly—this was enough. The fight was over. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t resist. And he hadn’t even broken a sweat.
’So this is the power of the space elent...’ she thought.
It all made sense now—his ability to teleport, to dodge every one of her blows despite not matching her in raw strength. She knew it was broken from the start. But experiencing it firsthand was sothing else entirely.
Leon stepped forward and ca face to face with her, his eyes eting hers.
Without a word, he leaned in and kissed her.
Even then, he didn’t release the freeze.
"Master, you’re so cute—trying to make lower my guard. I didn’t know you played tricks like that," Leon said with a teasing smile.
Seraphine felt a flush of sha. This was supposed to be a lesson for him—one where, after winning, she could proudly remind him never to show his back to an opponent. But it seed her clever disciple never gave her that chance to begin with.
He whispered, "Master, let’s go now. There’s no point continuing. Let’s just have our date."
And with a small smile, he added, "Also... you really need to teach all your techniques. I had no way to fight you head-on."
He could have unleashed powerful attacks—like the condensed lightning spear, a slightly weaker version of the one that destroyed a mountain. But those were too dangerous. He didn’t dare use them, not when her safety was at risk.
Truthfully, Leon knew he could’ve ended this much faster, even without that. His regular attacks could have been made much stronger and far more relentless. But he held back, intentionally keeping their power just low enough for her to dodge in ti. With ten to twelve tis her mana reserve, he was practically invisible in this battle.
And the reason was simple.
Even though he had warned her he would heal her if anything went wrong—he had never intended to hurt her in the first place.
Seraphine slowly released her aura, her techniques, her skills—undoing everything. Seeing that, Leon finally lifted the space freeze.
She looked at him quietly and said, "You didn’t give it your all, did you?"
He didn’t respond right away. But seeing no point in denying it, he gave a small nod.
He had done her wrong. She’d wanted a real fight.
But how could he explain? In a real battle, against a deadly enemy, he wouldn’t have hesitated. He would’ve frozen space and ended it in one move.
"Why didn’t you even attack properly?" she pressed. "And don’t say those onslaughts of elental spells—they conveniently gave half a second to dodge. You did that on purpose, didn’t you?"
"If the attacks had been just a little faster... a little stronger... I would’ve been done for. Leon, answer . Could you have done it?"
Leon t her eyes. This ti, he answered clearly.
"Yes."
She nodded.
’As expected. Ten tis my mana... and such control over multiple elents... I knew I would lose.’
She looked quite stern—but in the next mont, her entire deanor of interrogation and toughness lted away completely. She hugged his body tightly, wrapping her arms around his head as his face pressed against her soft breasts.
"I knew my Leon was very strong," she giggled softly, "but this Master was really surprised. Hehe... don’t worry, Master will teach you every single one of her techniques."
Leon humd in response, still face-buried in her warmth. He felt genuinely relaxed. She didn’t take the fight harshly—even after losing, she just played it off like it was a routine Tuesday task.
But then her tone shifted.
She gently lifted his face, holding his cheeks as her eyes searched his—deep, radiant, and full of sothing more.
"But my disciple..." her voice softened. "Master is still upset. I wasn’t even able to see how strong my Leon really is."
She had already lost completely the day she realized she couldn’t live without him. This match was nothing compared to that. But still, as a teacher, she wanted to witness it—to see the true depth of his strength. It made her proud just thinking about it.
Leon didn’t panic. Instead, he calmly turned his head toward the deep crater in the distance—nearly a hundred ters away—surrounded by massive rubble and shattered earth.
He said, "See that place? There used to be a small mountain there."
She blinked, following his gaze.
"With my strongest attack... I destroyed it in one blow."
She stared at the devastation. The rubble wasn’t just scattered—it was obliterated. The crater alone looked like a wound carved into the earth by nature’s wrath itself. A natural disaster wouldn’t have looked out of place there.
His tone shifted slightly, growing more serious.
"I can create a slightly weaker version of that sa attack... about fifty percent of its strength... even while dodging your strikes."
He didn’t finish. He let the unspoken truth settle between them.
Seraphine imagined it clearly. That kind of attack—on her during battle? There wouldn’t have been anything left. Not a trace.
Only now, after seeing it firsthand, did she truly realize...
Just how terrifying a monster her beloved disciple really was.
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