Awakening of the Mind Sovereign
Chapter 50: Winged Tyrant

Chapter 50: Winged Tyrant

The audience gasped.

Even Echo, watching intently from the stands, narrowed his eyes.

’This ability... It’s simple, yet terrifying in its application.’

Sobako wiped the blood from his mouth.

His breaths came heavy and ragged, but his eyes remained sharp.

Then

He grinned.

"Looks like I’ll have to take things up a notch," Sobako muttered.

The crimson glow around his hands intensified. The air itself seemed to distort around him.

Timaro raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? Still got some fight left in you?"

Sobako stomped the ground.

And then—

He moved.

Faster than before.

Much faster.

Timaro barely had time to react before Sobako was already in front of him.

"Explosive Impact."

Sobako’s glowing fist slammed into Timaro’s chest.

Then—

BOOOOOOM!

A colossal explosion erupted on impact, the force of it blasting Timaro across the battlefield.

For the first time in the fight—Timaro was sent flying.

The crowd went silent.

Timaro’s body smashed into the ground, sending debris flying in every direction. Smoke and dust billowed into the sky.

A few moments passed.

Then

A deep, chilling chuckle echoed through the battlefield.

The dust cleared.

And there stood Timaro.

Completely unharmed.

His purple wings trembled slightly. His smirk was gone.

Then

He grinned.

"Hahaha! Alright, I’ll use a bit of my power."

Sobako’s expression darkened.

Timaro closed his eyes

Then, an overwhelming surge of energyerupted from his body.

A storm of purple energy spiraled around him, so intense that even the spectators felt their chests tighten from the pressure.

Then—

His hair began to change.

It grew longer, flowing past his shoulders. Its bright white hue deepened into a rich, royal purple. His wings expanded, their edges gleaming with a terrifying energy.

A monstrous aura filled the battlefield.

Even Echo, watching from the stands, felt his fingers twitch.

’This... This is dangerous.’

Timaro opened his eyes.

His pupils, once a normal shade of violet, had darkened into an abyssal purple, radiating power.

The entire battlefield shook.

Then, in a single, blurred movement

Timaro disappeared.

Sobako’s eyes widened.

’Where did he?’

Before he could react

A shadow loomed over him.

Timaro had already appeared above him, mid-air, moving at speeds beyond anything Sobako had ever seen.

Then

A wing sliced downward.

Sobako barely had time to register what happened before

BOOOOOM!

Timaro’s wing strike landed directly onto Sobako’s chest, sending him crashing into the ground with a force that shattered the entire battlefield.

The impact was devastating.

Sobako’s body tore through the stone arena, smashing straight into a wall. The moment he hit—

The entire wall collapsed.

The audience was in shock.

Echo, leaning forward in his seat, finally exhaled.

’Now that... that was insane.’

The dust slowly settled.

Timaro hovered in the air, his purple wings still trembling from the raw power he had just unleashed.

Then, in his usual, mocking tone, he laughed.

"Hahaha... Now this is fun."

---

The battlefield was a wreck.

Cracks stretched across the ground like shattered glass, and thick dust choked the air. Sobako lay among the rubble, his chest heaving as he struggled to rise. Blood trickled from his lips, his body aching from the brutal strike he had just endured.

Above him, Timaro hovered effortlessly, his purple wings radiating an overwhelming energy. His violet eyes gleamed with power, and his long, flowing purple hair swayed from the sheer force of his aura.

The crowd was silent.

No one had seen anything like this before.

Timaro cracked his neck, his smirk widening.

"Hahaha... You felt that, didn’t you?" he taunted, flexing his fingers. "This is the difference between us."

Sobako gritted his teeth.

Then, slowly, he forced himself to his feet.

His entire body ached, but his fighting spirit hadn’t dimmed.

"You’re... acting cocky," Sobako muttered.

Timaro laughed.

"Because I can afford to."

Then

Timaro vanished.

A fraction of a second later

BOOOOOM!

Timaro’s knee slammed into Sobako’s stomach, lifting him off the ground. Before Sobako could react, Timaro’s wing sliced across his body, sending him hurtling through the air like a ragdoll.

The crowd gasped.

Sobako crashed into the ground, bouncing twice before finally rolling to a stop.

But Timaro wasn’t done.

He raised his hand, his fingers curling.

"Absorb."

Sobako’s body was yanked off the ground, flying toward Timaro against his will.

Then

Timaro spun, swinging his wing like a blade.

CRACK!

The impact sent Sobako spiraling through the air, his body smashing into the remains of the collapsed wall.

The sheer force of the attack shook the battlefield.

Even the most experienced warriors in the crowd were left speechless.

And yet—Timaro still looked bored.

"That’s it?" he muttered. "Come on. At least try to entertain me."

Sobako didn’t move.

Timaro sighed.

"Pathetic."

The Legend of the Winged Power

Echo, sitting in the stands, watched with gleaming eyes.

The way Timaro used his wings—the sheer speed, power, and precision—it was beyond anything he had ever seen.

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small notebook.

Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.

His pen danced across the pages, writing at a rapid pace.

"Good idea," he muttered to himself. "I’ll write down this wing skill and learn it when I go home."

His expression was calm, but inside he was thrilled.

This ability... It was perfect.

The crowd was still in shock, their gazes locked onto the battlefield.

But Echo?

He simply closed his notebook.

Then, without another word, he stood up.

The moment he rose, the people sitting around him instinctively moved aside.

His presence alone was... unsettling.

With slow, deliberate steps, Ecoo made his way out of the academy.

As he stepped into the sunlight, his appearance became clear.

His hair was a dazzling, unnatural white, almost glowing under the sun. His **eyes, however, were the complete opposite**a deep, dark abyss that seemed to swallow everything in their gaze.

The contrast was striking.

He wore a black academy robe, its hem swaying slightly in the wind.

Without glancing back, Echo walked away, disappearing into the distance.

----

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale glow over the quiet streets.

Eiko walked through the dimly lit roads, his black academy robe fluttering slightly in the night breeze.

The battle between Timaro and Sobako had been entertaining, but Eiko had gained something far more valuable than mere entertainment inspiration.

His mind was brimming with ideas.