NOVEL NEXT Chapter 195: Garion Becomes a Meteor
Raviel leaned forward over the railing, the wind hitting his face hard as their ships pushed through the sky at full speed.
"We're already at max speed! But even then, it'll take two days to reach the Revalis Clan!"
Garion stretched his neck left and right, completely unfazed.
"Two days, huh?" He smirked.
"Don't worry, Raviel. I already told you. I'll be the one to defeat your grand elder."
Raviel frowned.
"What do you mean, 'don't worry'? We're on a ship! We can't go faster than this!"
Garion lifted one hand casually.
"Who said we have to go faster?"
Raviel blinked. "Huh?"
Before anyone could react, Garion shifted his stance, tightened his body, and snapped his fingers.
A sudden force yanked him forward.
The wind exploded outward.
FWOOOOSH!!
Garion's entire body was sucked straight ahead, shooting off the deck like a human missile.
Raviel, Aveline, and even the elders jerked back in shock.
"WHAT THE?!"
"HE JUST FLEW AWAY?!"
"DID HE FALL?! DID HE GET KIDNAPPED BY A WIND SPIRIT?!"
Raviel leaned over the railing, eyes wide.
"GARION! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
Far ahead, Garion turned his body midair and gave them a thumbs up as he shot through the clouds like a blazing comet.
His voice echoed back faintly.
"I used my power to change the direction of my gravity! I'm pulling myself forward!"
Raviel's jaw dropped.
"HE'S USING GRAVITY AS A ROPE?!"
Aveline could only stare.
"Is he… Is he flying by being dragged?!"
The elders stood frozen.
One muttered quietly.
"This… this is why normal people train using normal methods…"
Another whispered.
"He's literally turning himself into a meteor…"
Garion grinned as the world blurred around him, his body accelerating even more as he kept adjusting the pull direction ahead of him.
"Let's see… eastward gravitational pull, strength set to maximum…"
His clothes flapped wildly, mana swirling around him like a streak of light.
"Grand Elder Rakir…"
His smile widened dangerously.
"You better be strong. You're the grand elder of the Revalis Clan, after all."
His body shot forward again with a deafening boom as he broke through the sound barrier.
BOOOOM!!
Back at the ship, Raviel held onto the railing, stunned.
"…He really went."
Aveline nodded slowly.
"…He really left."
Rendric whispered.
"Patriarch… Sir Garion is really terrifying."
Raviel exhaled deeply.
"You don't say…"
The disciples on the other ships could still hear Garion's voice faintly echoing from the distance.
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The gym shook slightly from the impact as Rynor ground his heel deeper into Elder Ralom's head.
Ralom's face was smashed into the cracked floor, arms trembling, fury in his eyes.
Rynor tilted his head, smirking down at him.
"Seriously? You came here talking big about 'cleaning up Raviel's trash'... But this is all you've got? Pathetic."
Ralom roared through clenched teeth.
"Y–You brat! How dare you disrespect...!"
Flames burst from Ralom's palms as he reached up, trying to grab Rynor's ankle.
But Rynor instantly lifted his foot, letting the flames swipe past harmlessly.
Then...
THUD!!
He stomped down harder.
The floor cracked wider. Ralom's eyes rolled back, and his body went limp.
Rynor stepped off him, brushing dust off his hands.
"Done. Finally... that annoying noise stopped."
Rika and Rena exchanged looks.
Rika rubbed her forehead.
"Okay… The troublemaker is gone, but this situation is getting annoying."
The twins nodded and turned toward the women.
"So? Explain it to us. Slowly," Rynar said, tapping his temple like he was trying to wake up a sleeping brain cell.
Rika sighed. "Right… forgot you two are muscleheads."
Rena stepped in.
"Grand Elder Rakir is rebelling. He wants to replace Patriarch Raviel and take the clan for himself."
"And since we're connected to Patriarch Raviel and Master Garion," Rika added.
"We're targets too."
Rynor squinted. "So why send this weak dude?"
"Because the main fight is happening in the clan territory," Rena explained.
"They probably sent whoever they could spare."
The twins nodded slowly.
"Makes sense."
Just then, Rovric and Ragric walked past, overhearing the last part.
Both stopped in their tracks.
Rovric's brows shot up.
"What do you mean… rebellion?"
Rena stepped forward, lowering her voice.
"Grand Elder Rakir started it. He's trying to overthrow Patriarch Raviel."
Ragric's fist slammed into the wall beside him, cracking it.
"Damn him! How dare he?! This is a clan, not some street gang!"
Rovric pointed sharply at the door.
"Yeah! If he's doing it like this, there's no way he can call himself a real patriarch!"
Rika raised a hand, expression tight.
"But think for a second. What if… he had a plan? What if Patriarch Raviel is dead? What if he sent assassins after him while he was away?"
Both Rovric and Ragric froze.
Their faces drained of color.
"What?!"
But Rynar and Rynor burst out laughing.
"Relax," Rynar said, patting Ragric's shoulder hard enough to make him stumble.
"Master is with him. Any assassin he sent won't be able to kill Patriarch Raviel."
Rovric paused, eyes narrowing as he slowly nodded.
"…Yeah. If Sir Garion is there, then Patriarch Raviel is fine."
Ragric drew in a sharp breath, clenching his fist tighter.
"Then let's go to the main clan house. We need to stop Rakir ourselves!"
Both took a step toward the door, but Rika jumped in front of them.
"Stop. Don't even think about it."
Rovric frowned. "Why not?"
Rynor crossed his arms confidently.
"Because you're too weak."
Both swordsman and spearman nearly choked.
Rynar added, smirking, "If you go, you'll just die. And then Master will scold everyone."
Rika nodded firmly. "Just keep training. Let the Patriarch and Master handle the war."
Rena pointed at their training stations.
"Go. Lift something. Swing something. Do push-ups. Do anything except die."
The twins stretched their arms.
"Yeah. We'll guard the gym." Rynar cracked his knuckles.
"If anyone else attacks, we'll beat them too."
Rynor placed a foot on the unconscious Ralom's back like he was claiming a trophy.
"And you two... don't worry. Once Patriarch and Master return… this clan won't know what hit it."