I regressed and became the Sword Ice King

Phestus's eyes sparked in surprise for a moment when a bright outburst of laughter pierced through the air.

"Hah….just because you borrowed a power that doesn't belong to you, you somehow think you're strong enough to face me?"

"More than enough."

Nicho stretched out his odachi, a sudden outburst of wind bursting from his slight movement alone and a wave of wind slicing through an incoming lilac beast.

"Do you wish to find out?"

Phestus remained silent. This wasn't a question that required answers through words but by actions.

He shifted, raising his arms as he prepared his next line of attack when a blue-shifted in space within his peripheral vision.

His gaze widened, his pupils whipping towards the direction as Nicho's sword came flying down like a guillotine.

"You're slow."

He muttered, an outburst of energy suffusing out of him as he smashed his sword against Phestus, a sonic explosion occurring as it blasted him away.

A pulse wave imploded, a loud shriek reverberating with the Academy as the dark clouds dispersed from the force.

For a moment, a blinding white light had appeared, as if day had come, but it was quickly absorbed by the darkness of the night.

Phestus landed on the ground with a loud thud, a large crater forming as he grunted in pain, and an earthquake spreading through the earth.

He heaved, walking out of it in a single motion when Nicho appeared in his midst like the wind he was.

Nicho's sword came flying down from the skies, a rumble of thunder streaking the skies as it descended with brute force.

The air warped at the edges of the blade, while Phestus stood, evidently too slow to react, or so Nicho thought.

A bestial streak screeched in the air as a ball of lilac energy rushed through the skies in a blur.

It descended and grabbed Nicho by his trunk, hovering into the air within the next second causing an obstruction in his attack.

Nicho groaned, struggling with the piercing talons as he waved his free hand, causing streaks of wind in the form of blades to cut through the energy-created Phoenix.

It dispersed into nothing, its grip teasing until he was finally free, but at that moment, more creatures came for him.

A Cyclops, half its full size, sprung its arms in the air, rushed forward towards Nicho and grabbed him, clasping him within its gigantic features.

At the same time, a griffin of lilac energy flew into the skies, Phestus standing firmly on the back of it, dried blood at the corner of his lips.

"Divine Charge!"

The lilac portal shimmered as a ghostly figure emerged from it. It was as large as a cyclops, its limbs thin and frail like twigs.

Its arms were spread apart, a mirror-like item held firmly by it.

As it emerged, waves of winds sliced through the Cyclops dispersing the energy-formed creature while Nicho emerged like a meteor.

He charged forward, the wind enveloping him as he swung his blade through the air.

"Transcendent Skill! Demonic Wave!"

The wind heeded his command, taking thin shapes like sword slices and exploding into a million numbers.

It rushed towards Phestus, a loud whir noise projecting in the air as a result.

The ghoul creature screamed out, a ghastly roar permeating the air as the mirror structure shimmered, revealing an image of ancestral bodies on its glass surface.

It placed the mirror right in front of Phestus, absorbing the waves of winds projected towards him.

This continued for a moment until it was all absorbed by the mirrored surface.

The ghoul let out another shriek, a pained-filled roar that would cause one's bones to rattle.

The result was a bright lilac light reflecting from the surface of the mirror, growing in intensity as a beam of light shot out like a laser beam.

An explosion of sound occurred as it beamed through the skies, casting a violet hue on the clouds as it streaked towards Nicho.

He stopped in midair, slicing his blade through the air while pulling an amount of it towards him.

"Master Skill: Overdraft."

A strong dome of wind spiralled around him as the beam collided against it.

An explosion of indigo runs down the skies, like fireworks during a carnival.

The wind surged around, exploding in a flicker of a second.

Its area of effect spread through the skies, reaching Phestus in a heartbeat.

It dispersed, scattering around in plumps of clouds and air, revealing a figure and another a few meters away.

One was a majestic demonic human in the process of transformation, and the other was a human protected by lilac energy.

It took the shape of the shell of a turtle, but what protruded out was actually the Head of a dragon.

'still not enough?'

Nicho wondered, a slight irritation taking root within him.

He had heard of the difference in classes, even between those of the same Level, but, this was taking things too far.

'One would wonder if he isn't one of those system heroes.'

But surely, he couldn't.

'We would have known if he was.'

It was difficult to find powerful system users, people who became capable of standing against the Great Families.

'....truly a shame.'

He thought a sigh escaping his lips as a surge of violent energy ignited from his being.

By now, Phestus had been released from the Stronghold, the ghoul and dragon turtle hovering beside him.

'he's transforming again?' he wondered as their eyes locked.

A second horn protruded from his skull and a tail emerged from his back. His features slowly grew thin with dark scales etched on his predominant features.

The wind responded in kind, its aqua blue tint turning blood red as a laid shriek reverberated within the clouds, a thunder streaking through.

"why not join us?" He asked.

Phestus raised a brow, his mana swirling within.

He had a feeling that he would require everything within him to fend off this one, and he was proving effective.

A dragon emerged from the Portal, its form and might cast a dark shadow on the presence of the two men in the skies.

Its symbolic roar, a triumphant scream of might, reverberated with its lilac-crimson body, a brilliant freckle of light within his eyes.

"What a foolish thing to ask."

Phestus scoffed. "Inviting your enemy to your side just because they are strong is a dumb thing to do."

Nicho laughed out loud, his sword, strengthened by Miasma pointed at Phestus.

"Maybe so, but we recognize talents whether they are foe or enemy."

A gust of steam emitted from the tip of the blade, hot air forming streaks of slice patterns a ball of white concentrated air.

It spun and enlarged, an intense force whisking away at the sides, a powerful surge strong enough to compress a Harbour of ships.

This was the strength of the wind he controlled at the moment, and it seemed to increase with time.

"Transcendent Skill…."

The dragon hovered over Phestus while the others hovered by his sides, their maws wide open as beams of lilac light emitted and expanded into balls of energy.

Guttural murmurs shook the skies while large balls of energy formed.

"Transcendent Skill…."

The balls of energy projected into beams, shooting out at the speed of sound.

At the same time, the spiral of wind pulsated and shrunk on itself before exploding forward ferociously and expanding in size.

"Demonic Titan Wave."

"Trumpet of the Divine."

–CRACKLE!

–BOOM!!

The projectiles smashed into each other in a Volatile mixture, spinning and twirling violently until a beam of white light imploded out, coursing the skies like a lightning beam.

The force of the collision dispersed throughout the skies of the Academy, propelling a powerful wind that surged through the buildings and the people within.

The teams of Lecturers and the students held onto themselves and firm objects attached to the floor, a surge of air picking them up and pulling them away from the Hostels.

Their screams fell on deaf ears, as it was swallowed by the might of the explosion, light energy converting into wind energy in quick amounts.

Once a dark night overtaken by wind storms had been calmed by this unparalleled draft of air, easily sweeping it away and dispersing into the skies.

The violent and turbulent waves continued, while the beam of light expanded into the air, igniting the skies in a firework of white light.

Phestus was secured in the grasp of his Divine creatures but Nicho felt the brunt of it, yet he was unperturbed by it.

His inhumane physique was untouched by the phenomenon, and it only encouraged him to go further.

'Shall I release the last lock?'

He wondered but a familiar presence appeared next to him, clasping his hands in hers.

He turned around, a sigh escaping his lips.

"Did you find them?" He asked.

"Yes, and I think you've had enough fun. Let's leave."

Mila's voice eased the tension within him, and his former thoughts were lost with the ease of his mood.

"Fine then."

As the light expanded across the skies, filling the Academy with a warm yet melancholic bright, the two figures disappeared into a Portal from the sight of none.