Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 383: A REMATCH

The blade was pitch black, exuding an oppressive aura of destruction that made the nearby guards shift uncomfortably.

It seemed to absorb the light around it, edges sharp enough to cut the very air, humming with a low, menacing vibration that sent chills down spines.

"What weapon is that?" the general asked in surprise.

Dread gripped him just from seeing the blade, his throat tightening as an instinctive fear prickled his skin.

"My favorite buddy. Now, if you will excuse me," the young man said.

His eyes glowed subtly, igniting with an inner light that transformed his appearance, amplifying the sharp lines of his face and the quiet intensity in his expression.

"Beautiful," the administrator’s wife blurted out subconsciously.

She stared at the face of the young man, now amplified by his eyes that looked just like a constellation of stars, swirling galaxies and twinkling points of light dancing within their depths.

A faint blush colored her cheeks, her grip on her son loosening slightly as she stood transfixed.

The administrator stared at his wife with a frown on his face.

Jealousy and irritation flashed in his eyes, his lips pressing into a thin line.

But even he was finding it hard to blame her after seeing the face of the man, the ethereal glow lending Jordan an almost otherworldly allure that commanded attention amid the chaos.

The room held its breath, the distant alarms fading into the background as Jordan turned toward the exit, blade in hand, ready to confront the storm.

"I will be off now," Jordan replied calmly.

He turned toward the heavy doors of the control room, the pitch-black blade resting lightly against his shoulder.

The oppressive aura it exuded made the guards instinctively step aside, their weapons lowering as he passed.

With a soft hiss, the doors sealed behind him, leaving the room in stunned silence.

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"So what now? Do we really destroy this cluster for real?" Leo asked.

He stared out across the silent battlefield, the blackened ice stretching like an endless void under the artificial lights.

The frozen statues of fallen soldiers glinted dully, a macabre gallery that sent faint chills through even his wind-tempered body.

The air still carried the biting cold left by Alice’s attack, mingling with the metallic scent of scorched armor.

"We wait for the next opponent. I’m certain he won’t be an easy one," Alice replied.

A faint smile curved on the lips of the once-infamous ice princess, her eyes scanning the horizon with quiet anticipation.

The frost on her armor slowly sublimated into wisps of vapor, curling around her like loyal spirits.

"He?" Leo muttered in confusion.

He scratched the back of his head, brow furrowing as he tried to decipher the hidden meaning behind her words.

The subtle shift in her tone puzzled him, a rare glimpse of foresight from the usually stoic Alice.

"This is the farthest you all can go," a young voice rang out clearly across the expanse.

Jordan floated gracefully through the void, descending until his boots touched down lightly amidst the frozen soldiers.

The blackened ice crunched faintly under his weight, the sound sharp in the unnatural quiet.

His starry eyes gleamed with cold resolve, the constellation-like depths reflecting the distant nebula lights.

"Aa—"

"And you must be?" Alice asked smoothly.

She cut Leo’s sentence short, her voice steady as she stepped forward slightly, positioning herself at the front.

The air around her grew subtly colder, a reflexive response to the new presence.

"Jordan Hayes. And I’m here to take my revenge against you lot for destroying my home," Jordan replied.

His facial expression was one of icy coldness, lips pressed into a thin line, the hatred in his gaze sharp enough to cut through the tension.

The black blade in his hand hummed faintly, absorbing the surrounding light and casting his features in deeper shadow.

"Oh? So this young man is an enemy?" Michael said with a knowing look on his face.

Excitement flickered in his eyes, a battle-hungry glint that made his posture straighten.

He walked forward with purposeful strides, the ground trembling faintly under his steps, until he stood just behind Alice, his presence a wall of barely contained energy.

"Allow me to deal with this one. It’s been a while since I’ve had a worthy battle with an interesting opponent. The last time I fought someone of this caliber, I lost," Michael explained.

He hid deeper intent within his words, a subtle challenge laced with reminiscence.

The memory of that old defeat fueled him, a quiet fire igniting in his chest.

"Be careful. This opponent will likely go all out and not hold back. He will be far different from the last opponent you faced back at school," Alice advised.

Her tone carried genuine caution, her gaze lingering on Jordan’s unwavering stance, sensing the depth of power coiled within him.

"I’m aware. I will give it my best shot. Plus, I’ll consider this a rematch. The last battle left a bad taste in my mouth," Michael replied.

He clamped his hands together in excitement, knuckles cracking with a sharp pop that echoed across the field.

Adrenaline surged through him, making his skin tingle with anticipation.

With his mind made up, Alice nodded her head, giving the go-ahead.

She stepped aside slightly, her armor whispering softly, granting him the stage.

"Eclipse Ifrit Form," Michael said calmly.

He went all out from the start, his voice steady yet thrumming with power.

From his sides, he drew two swords, one blazing with uncontrollable flames that roared hungrily, casting waves of heat that melted nearby frost, and the other crackling with lightning that snapped and arced wildly, illuminating the battlefield in strobing flashes.

[Eclipse Ifrit Form [Ultimate]]

Take on his true astral form: a colossal firestorm entity cloaked in night lightning, towering over the battlefield. In this state, his destructive aura alone bends battlefields, and each strike carries both flame and thunder of the void, reshaping reality with every blow.

Michael underwent the transformation immediately.