SSS-Ranked Awakening: I Can Only Summon Mythical Beasts Chapter 274: Damon vs. Celeste

The match was about to begin when Miss Leana walked in. "Damon and Celeste already? Thank the Gods I returned in ti to watch this. Would've cursed if I missed this."

She quickly rushed into the room with a face full of emotions the others could barely read. They wanted to know what was going on in her head but well… they failed to. Not even her facial expressions could tell what she was thinking.

"Why are you so excited for the battle?" Anaya asked without delay.

Miss Leana turned to her without saying a word. Maybe due to the fact that she was concluding if she should tell her or not.

"Well….let's just say I wanna see how far Damon has grown considering he's quite boastful."

Hearing this, Anaya and Daveon nodded. Damon did indeed act like the group's leader on several occasions.

"If you put it that way, then you have a point. Let's watch." Anaya also smirked.

Daveon on the other hand shrugged. "I'm good with whoever wins."

The training hall soon grew tense with anticipation.

Damon and Celeste stood across from each other, their gazes locked. Neither moved yet, both waiting for the other to make the first move.

Miss Leana watched carefully, intrigued by how this battle would unfold.

She already had a good grasp of Damon's abilities—he was a Weapons Master, soone who could wield nearly any weapon with proficiency. His style was direct and powerful, resembling that of a knight.

Celeste, on the other hand, was an assassin through and through. Speed, deception, and precision were her greatest weapons. She was dangerous, not just because of her raw talent, but because of her experience.

Miss Leana had just received confirmation of this from the guardian in charge of Celeste who was also the guardian assigned to the students from Year Two who were registered for the coming tournant.

The woman had detailed Celeste's history, revealing things that even Miss Leana hadn't known.

Celeste had awakened a year earlier than most.

She had beco an assassin almost imdiately.

And she had even killed enemies ranked higher than her.

That level of experience set her apart from Damon and the others. Unlike them, who had only truly begun intense training in recent months, Celeste had been living in battle for far longer.

Miss Leana had no doubt that Damon would struggle.

But at the sa ti, she had a small hope—an inkling of belief—that he might surprise her.

"Begin!" she commanded.

Celeste moved first.

In an instant, she vanished from sight, darting forward with inhuman speed.

Damon barely had ti to react before she was already behind him, her hand slicing toward his throat.

He twisted at the last second, avoiding a direct hit, but Celeste was relentless.

She ca at him again—low this ti, aiming for his legs.

Damon dodged, barely keeping up. She was faster than anyone he had ever fought.

She struck from every angle, giving him no ti to rest.

For the first few minutes, Damon was purely on the defensive.

Miss Leana observed carefully. Celeste was overwhelming him.

But then—

Sothing changed.

Damon began to adjust.

At first, it was just small changes—his movents becoming smoother, more fluid. His reactions faster.

Celeste noticed it too.

She lunged forward again, aiming to force him off balance—

But this ti, Damon was ready.

He caught her wrist mid-strike, twisting it just enough to disrupt her flow before stepping back, resetting the fight.

A glint of excitent flashed in Celeste's eyes. "You're learning," she murmured.

Damon smirked. "Of course."

Miss Leana smiled slightly. Good. He's adapting faster than I expected.

But this was just the first stage.

"Take your weapons," Miss Leana ordered.

A set of weapons was handed to both of them.

Damon took a longsword, its weight comfortable in his grip.

Celeste took her dual daggers, their curved edges gleaming under the light.

The mont weapons entered the fight, the true battle began.

Celeste's movents beca even sharper, her speed more deadly.

Damon's sword clashed against her daggers, their blows echoing through the hall.

Celeste maintained the upper hand, forcing Damon back.

She was too fast, too precise.

Miss Leana could already tell that even though Damon had adjusted, Celeste was still ahead.

That was—

Until sothing strange happened.

Damon suddenly stumbled.

A sharp pain shot through his arms—his tendons felt like they had been severed.

His grip on his sword weakened. His fingers barely responded.

Celeste saw the opening and didn't hesitate.

She rushed in, her daggers descending toward him for the finishing blow.

And that was when Damon felt it.

At first, it was barely noticeable—like a thin, invisible string connecting him to sothing.

But as he focused, the feeling grew stronger.

And that was when he realized—

The connection he felt wasn't with his own sword.

It was with Celeste's daggers.

For a split second, ti slowed.

The daggers were about to pierce him—

But then, Damon gave a ntal command.

Stop!

Woooongg~

The daggers froze mid-air.

Celeste's eyes widened in shock.

She pressed down harder, trying to force her weapons forward—

But they refused to move.

Miss Leana stood up imdiately, watching with wide eyes.

"What…?"

Damon felt the resistance in the air—his will against Celeste's.

The daggers fought against him, but he stood firm.

Then, before he could process what he was doing, he gave a second command. 'Stab her.'

Celeste barely had ti to react.

The weapons in her hands twisted suddenly, evading Damon entirely.

Her own daggers—the ones she had been using to strike Damon down—curved and plunged into her abdon.

Everyone froze.

Celeste's breath hitched as pain shot through her body.

The entire training hall was silent.

Daveon and Anaya stood there, stunned beyond words.

Miss Leana's hands tightened into fists.

She hadn't expected this.

Celeste stumbled slightly, her hands gripping the hilts of the daggers now buried in her stomach.

And then—

Damon's body gave out.

He collapsed onto his knees, blood dripping from his nose.

He barely remained conscious, his vision blurring.

His last thought before blacking out—

What the hell just happened?