Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground

Chapter 401 League

Chapter 401 League

It was as though the entirety of time slowed to a crawl as each of the students moved at a snail's pace.

The only one with any semblance of clarity in the room was Atticus, and the instructor who stood by the side with a calm expression on his face, having no intention of stepping up.

None of the students had a chance to respond; none of them even had the chance for their brains to comprehend what was going on.

Atticus was the only one currently moving, and with his incredible speed that left a huge crater where he had previously stood, his form appeared in front of Dell like a phantom, his speed so fast that the air currents around his form became visible as they parted where he had just materialized, the desk in front of Dell crumbling under the intense force.

Atticus's right hand shot backward and unleashed a punch at Dell in the next instant.

His punch landed with the weight of a meteorite, cratering Dell's midsection with a bone shaking crunch.

To Dell, it felt as though a sledgehammer had collided with his body, his body leaning forward, the sheer force of the punch bending him at the waist, sending a world of pain throughout his form.

But Dell didn't even have time to completely comprehend the pain as in the next instant Atticus brought back his outstretched hand from the earlier punch.

His left hand ascended while his right descended, moving in unison like a kung fu master's fluid motions. Both of Atticus's legs tensed, solidifying his stance.

Then, with a swift and precise motion, his right fist arced upward, delivering an uppercut of cataclysmic proportions at Dell's outstretched head, the sound of knuckles meeting flesh echoing like a cannon blast.

Dell's open mouth was instantly snapped shut, the sheer force radiating multiple miniature concentric circles around his head, brutally shattering his jaw and teeth.

A wave of force surged through Dell's head, his feet lifting from the ground as if caught in the wake of a powerful explosion.

But Dell had even less time to comprehend this new pain as in the next instant a spinning kick landed on his right cheek.

Dell's jaw exploded in a shower of blood and shattered teeth, the flat side of Atticus's leg acting like a battering ram as it collided with Dell's jaw.

The force of the impact shattered his remaining teeth like fragile glass, sending him hurtling to his left, hitting the wall on the other side of the classroom with a sickening crunch.

It was then that the world regained its motion, and in turn, each of the second year students comprehended the events.

It went without saying that the reactions of all the second year students present were a sight to behold, many of their gazes darkening as their eyes narrowed into pinpricks.

All this destruction had been caused by him?

The second years who had been sitting beside Dell had long since created a significant distance away from Atticus.

This had been before they even registered what was happening; it was a completely instinctual response that many of them were thanking their stars for.

They each brought out their weapons, each of their gazes fixed on Atticus.

'Why is young master here?' A white haired youth who had been seated on the second row narrowed his gaze slightly.

He was none other than Hogan Ravenstein, the leader of the Ravenstein family youth in the second year that Atticus had met on the first day of coming to the academy campus.

After hearing about Atticus on Aurora, Hogan had immediately wanted to join the war with the Nebulon youths. He was eternally grateful to Atticus for saving his life and that of others back at the Raven camp.

But Atticus had told him that there was no need and told him to stand down, but now are they going to war with the Alverians too? Just what was happening.

Every single time, during every one of his beatdowns, there was something that would always remain the same: Atticus's complete and utter silence.

Many would prefer throwing a tantrum and screaming at the top of their lungs, but Atticus never liked to speak; he wouldn't say a single word.

He felt like there was no need to. Dell knew what he did; there was no need to remind him.

There was only one thing that Atticus cared about during every beatdown, and that was inflicting an unimaginable amount of pain on whom his wrath was directed at.

Considering everything that just happened, many would think that Atticus was going too far. He had literally just broken through the first year building, completely disrupting and alerting the entirety of the academy, and it didn't end there.

He had done the same exact thing for the second-year building, disrupting the second-year class and possibly every ongoing class in the building.

Not only did he not say anything, but he had immediately started beating up a second year student.

Even if said student had committed a grave sin, couldn't he have waited till after class and then attack him? There were literally hundreds of ways he could've gone about this.

It was too much, many would think this.

But Atticus didn't think so; his thought process had been completely different.

He had gone this far for two reasons: one was about Dell's beatdown. If Atticus had waited till after class, he would have only two hours to torture him, that was completely unacceptable, especially considering the fact that the bastard could hide in his division and not come back to class should Atticus not be able to enslave him.

Atticus couldn't have that, not in a million years.

Someone had to pay for everything, and that someone had to be him.

And the second reason was because Atticus wanted to send a message. A message to the entirety of the academy.

One that he should have sent the second he got to the academy; he wasn't in their league.