Re-Awakened :I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner

Now defended against Danika's precision strikes, he advanced with renewed confidence. When Danika's next strike connected with his reinforced form, the impact reverberated back through her own arm, causing her to grimace.

"She needs to tag out," Raven said, stepping closer to the boundary line. "Her style isn't effective against Iron Body."

Noah placed a restraining hand on Raven's shoulder. "Wait. She knows what she's doing."

Indeed, rather than retreating, Danika adapted. Recognizing the futility of direct strikes against Vostok's reinforced body, she shifted to footwork and positioning, using her superior agility to gradually maneuver him toward the edge of the ring.

Vostok, realizing her strategy, intensified his offense. With a guttural shout, he channeled his Chi into a devastating overhead strike. Danika evaded, but the force of the impact against the ring floor sent shockwaves that disrupted her balance momentarily.

It was all the opening Vostok needed. His follow-up strike caught Danika squarely in the chest, sending her sliding backward toward the ring's edge.

Through sheer determination, she arrested her momentum just before crossing the boundary, avoiding elimination by inches. But the cost was clear in her labored breathing and the flicker in her Chi aura.

"Now," Noah said to Raven. "She's done her part."

Danika seemed to reach the same conclusion. With one final feint to create distance, she backed toward their boundary line. Raven was ready, extending his hand across the line for the tag.

The moment their hands connected, Raven launched himself into the ring with explosive speed, his Chi flaring around him in controlled bursts. Unlike Danika's precise aura or Vostok's violent energy, Raven's Chi manifested as a series of rapid pulses, each one timed to his heartbeat.

Vostok, momentarily surprised by the quick tag and change in fighting style, hesitated. It was a split-second mistake that cost him dearly as Raven closed the distance with blinding speed, landing a Chi-enhanced kick to Vostok's midsection that forced the larger student to take a step back.

"Academy Three's Iron Body technique has one critical weakness," Raven called out, circling his opponent. "It sacrifices mobility for defense. And against me—" he disappeared in a burst of speed, reappearing behind Vostok, "—that's a death sentence."

Vostok roared in frustration, spinning to face Raven only to find him already moved to another position. Again and again, Raven used his superior speed to land quick strikes before repositioning, gradually wearing down Vostok's Chi reserves as he was forced to maintain his Iron Body defense.

Noah watched the exchange with careful attention, noting how Raven was implementing the second phase of their strategy—exploiting the weaknesses Danika had exposed, forcing Vostok to expend even more energy.

But Academy Three had prepared for this moment. As Vostok began to show signs of fatigue, he retreated to his team's boundary line. With a quick tag, a new opponent entered the ring—a lean, quick fighter named Lin Wei, whose specialty was rapid counterattacks.

The dynamic of the fight shifted immediately. Where Vostok had been power incarnate, Lin was all speed and reaction. Raven's mobility advantage was neutralized as Lin matched him move for move, turning each of Raven's attacks into an opportunity for a counterattack.

After a particularly intense exchange, Lin managed to land a clean hit—a palm strike to Raven's chest that contained a burst of destabilizing Chi. The impact sent Raven staggering backward, his rhythm broken.

Lin pressed the advantage, launChing a flurry of strikes that forced Raven into a defensive posture. With each exchange, it became clearer that Lin had the upper hand in this matchup.

Noah stepped closer to the boundary line, ready for his turn. Raven, sensing his presence, nodded slightly as he deflected another of Lin's attacks.

With a quick maneuver, Raven disengaged and made a dash for their boundary line. Lin, anticipating a retreat, moved to intercept, but Raven had expected this. At the last moment, he changed direction, circling around to reach the boundary from another angle.

The moment Raven's hand crossed the line, Noah was ready. Their fingers connected in a perfect tag, and Noah entered the ring with calm purpose, his Chi manifesting as a pristine white outline around his form—controlled, contained, but pulsing with potential.

Lin paused, reassessing this new opponent. Noah stood relaxed but alert, his posture betraying nothing of his intentions.

For a moment, the two fighters simply observed each other, the crowd's roar fading to a distant murmur as they took the measure of their opponent.

Then, without warning, Lin attacked—a blindingly fast sequence of strikes designed to overwhelm Noah's defenses. To the crowd's surprise, Noah made no attempt to dodge or block. Instead, he stood perfectly still until the last possible moment, then moved with precise economy, each shift of position calculated to avoid Lin's attacks by the narrowest of margins.

'Fast, but predictable,' Noah analyzed internally. 'She relies on patterns—three-strike combinations followed by repositioning. Chi concentrated in limbs for maximum striking speed, but her core is relatively unprotected.'

As Lin completed another combination, Noah finally counterattacked—not with a flashy technique, but with a simple, perfectly timed straight punch to Lin's solar plexus. The strike was infused with Chi, focused not for maximum damage but for maximum penetration of Lin's Chi defenses. Not to mention, underneath his average build, his natural strenght his stat was a cheat code to begin with.

Lin gasped, his rhythm broken. Before he could recover, Noah followed with two more precisely placed strikes—one to destabilize Lin's stance, another to disrupt his Chi circulation.

The effect was immediate. Lin's previously fluid movements became hesitant, his Chi flickering unevenly around him.

"What did you do?" Lin demanded, struggling to maintain his fighting stance.

Noah didn't respond, maintaining his focus as he pressed forward with methodical precision. Each of his strikes seemed almost casual, yet each one landed exactly where Lin's defenses were weakest, gradually pushing him back toward the edge of the ring.

Recognizing his perilous position, Lin abandoned his usual style for a desperate all-out attack. Chi flaring around him in erratic patterns, he launched himself at Noah with a flying kick aimed at his chest.

Noah sidestepped at the last instant, adding the slightest redirection with his palm to Lin's momentum. The adjustment was minute but perfect—Lin's trajectory carried him past Noah and directly out of the ring boundary.

"Elimination!" the official announced. "Academy Three, second competitor eliminated."

The crowd erupted as Lin landed outside the ring, his expression a mixture of shock and frustration. Noah returned to the center of the platform, his breathing controlled, his Chi aura steady.

Academy Three wasted no time. Their third and final competitor leapt into the ring immediately—a female student named Mira Shen, known in her school for her unorthodox Chi manipulation techniques.

Unlike her teammates, Mira approached cautiously, circling Noah with measured steps. Her Chi manifested differently than the others—instead of an aura surrounding her body, her energy formed distinct patterns in the air around her, like arcane symbols flickering in and out of visibility.

'Externalized Chi projection,' Noah noted. 'Rare and difficult to master. She'll attack from multiple angles, not just through physical contact. Master Anng talked about this in one of his classes,'

As if confirming his analysis, Mira made a sweeping gesture with her arms. Instantly, three Chi projections formed around Noah—phantom-like constructs that attacked simultaneously from different directions.

Noah's Chi flared as he evaded the first projection, deflected the second, but the third caught him across the shoulder, sending a jolt of disruptive energy through his system.

'Clever,' he acknowledged internally. 'She can attack and defend simultaneously with those projections.'

The crowd watched in fascination as the fight evolved into something more complex than straightforward combat. Mira continued to generate Chi projections, creating an ever-shifting maze of attacks around Noah, while he responded with calculated movements and precisely timed counterattacks.