[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical-":3,"chapter-sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--chapter-376":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","SSS-Ranked Awakening: I Can Only Summon Mythical Beasts",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1326977,1762,"Chapter 376 376: Kellen's Wild Actions","sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--chapter-376",376,"\u003Cp>The arena shifted again — carving a wide, solid dueling platform reinforced by deep-rooted magic circle designed to handle essence saturation and terrain damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first duel of the second round was a fast one. It ended as soon as it started.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This platform would need it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Round Two | Duel Two\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ELDERGLOW: Reiz Varren\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>vs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WYRMERE: Kellen Drein\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The announcement echoed across the Colosseum as the two contestants stepped out onto the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reiz walked tall, rolling his shoulders once, blades drawn and humming with static essence. His breathing was slow, focused, his expression unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across from him, Kellen Drein stood still — arms at his side, eyes half-lidded. His robes didn't ripple in the breeze. His aura didn't crackle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But something beneath it… trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was volume.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't feel sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damon leaned forward from the upper stands. \"If Reiz is smart, he'll try to end this fast. That guy sure gives me the creeps.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss Leana narrowed her eyes. \"If he isn't fast enough, his opponent is going to win this one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bell rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reiz moved first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No buildup. No flourish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a single step—and he was in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twin blades came low, then high, one stabbing while the other twisted midair to pin Kellen's shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kellen raised his left arm to parry. A defensive movement—clumsy. The first blade sliced across his side. He stumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd cheered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reiz's expression shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kellen's body was already mirroring his stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the time it took for Reiz to reposition, Kellen copied his footwork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pivot. His blade angle. His grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reiz backed off. Too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kellen dashed forward—using Reiz's dash pattern from the beginning of the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The copy was off by a beat, but the intent was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He followed with a dual-arc strike that mimicked Reiz's signature spin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shit!\" Reiz barely ducked in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind from Kellen's copied strike clipped his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the stands, Cael was already standing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He's mimicking him in real time?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He's compressing Reiz's entire style into chunks,\" Leana murmured. \"Stripped down, yes. But multiplied by raw mana output.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the ring, Reiz gritted his teeth and changed strategy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shifted stances, abandoned rhythm, and began to use off-tempo dashes — breaking into erratic arcs, canceling magic circles mid-cast, moving like chaos incarnate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kellen followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then recovered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then… adjusted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His footwork stabilized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His strikes grew less like Reiz and more like a fused variant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't mimicking anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was evolving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reiz caught him with a blast of raw lightning—point-blank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It tore through the platform, jolting Kellen backward in a smoking heap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reiz lowered his arms, panting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smoke cleared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kellen stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Breathing calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands glowed—with lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His own version.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amplified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reiz barely raised his guard before it hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bzzzzt~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first bolt shattered his barrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bzzzzzzzzt!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second caught him in the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third — delayed, fused with wind — knocked him off his feet and into the barrier wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(03:51)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Less than four minutes left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood smeared across Reiz's lower lip as he forced himself up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He surged forward again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No finesse now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He traded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He landed two hits — one across Kellen's ribcage, another across the thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kellen didn't flinch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cast the same blade arc Reiz had used in the demon trial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This one came faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It cracked Reiz's right vambrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another magic circle detonated behind Reiz's leg — the exact same trap pulse Reiz had used in the maze hours ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reiz collapsed to one knee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kellen closed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The announcer hesitated, raising a hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reiz slumped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes rolled back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Combatant unconscious. Winner—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kellen didn't stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his arm and struck again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boos rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ElderGlow students rose from their seats, roaring in fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the referees moved to intervene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dean Oryll's voice cut across the arena like steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not amplified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But wrapped in authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kellen froze mid-swing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then lowered his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chest rising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Face calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his eyes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes didn't look like someone who'd just won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked like someone who was still learning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Winner: Kellen Drein.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The audience reacted instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boos. Shouts. Demands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Healers scrambled to remove Reiz's unconscious body from the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the Healers cursed under her breath, casting four stabilizing spells at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ElderGlow section burned with rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except for one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elias stood at the front of his team's platform, watching the ring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Expression still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unmoved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Renna turned on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're not even going to say anything?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elias didn't blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He was placed against the wrong opponent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned toward her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Reiz fights in patterns. Kellen feeds on patterns.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Renna's fists clenched. \"That doesn't mean he should've been beaten like that!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It was a mistake,\" Elias said simply. \"But not Kellen's.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stared at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she could yell, the bracket lit again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Round Two | Duel Three\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ELDERGLOW: Renna Velmira\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>vs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THORNEVALE: Sariel Drey\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd murmured again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sariel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thornevale's tactical core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A healer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A caster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a barrier dancer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not flashy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But known for wearing down opponents with layered wards and forced delays.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Renna exhaled sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still fuming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still burning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And walked to the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cael touched Elias's arm as they watched her go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She's going to be emotional.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She's going to be precise,\" Elias replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because she's angry?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because she's afraid to be like him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cael blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then turned back to the ring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High above, Dean Godsthorn watched Renna step into position, eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cast one glance toward Oryll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man hadn't stopped smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Renna's boots hit the platform with a hard clack that echoed too loudly across the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because of the sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But because of the weight in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't grief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't vengeance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was something simpler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fury looking for permission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the ring, Sariel Drey — Thornevale's famed core caster — adjusted her silver-trimmed sleeves. Her expression was unreadable. Calm. Professional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was the kind of opponent that never raised her voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't win fights with flair or aggression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She won by denial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wards. Delays. Deflections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She made opponents burn themselves out like matches in a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Combatants ready,\" the announcer called. \"Begin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sariel didn't move first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't need to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shimmer of six-layered barriers snapped around her instantly — stacked air, mirrored hex, kinetic echo, mana trace, recoil ward, and a subtle veil seal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her entire form blurred into radiant distortion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Renna's first blast — a compressed essence disc — slammed into the outer barrier and dispersed harmlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another magic arc followed. Blocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then two more, from different angles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd was quiet, almost reverent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damon sat back with a low whistle. \"If you don't get in fast, she'll stall you into nausea.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leana nodded. \"Renna knows. She couldn't care less though.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Renna shifted tactics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blinked sideways — her movement skipping, not teleporting, but folded with minor spatial compression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It let her close the gap without full commitment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sariel stepped back, rotating her shields in synchronized arcs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another barrage came — this time mixed with kinetic bursts meant to rattle the layered barriers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One shimmered out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sariel didn't flinch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reiz would've crashed through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cael would've blasted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Renna?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the moment she saw the tiny delay between barrier pulses — a misaligned reset between layers three and five — she made her move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stopped casting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Straight forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Head low. Palms flared. One boot striking down harder than the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Essence surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in a blink—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her palm struck the reset zone between the layers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not with magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with intention and fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pa!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The barrier snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sariel recoiled, wide-eyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Renna planted a compression glyph underfoot, vaulted upward, twisted, and brought both fists down in a twin-burst collapse—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Straight through the mirrored veil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right into Sariel's collarbone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sariel tumbled backward, trying to reset, mouth already forming the chant for a fallback shield—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Renna silenced her with a binding glyph circle that locked her in place mid-syllable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A final magic circle formed behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Precise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Low-yield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It snapped inward like a lung collapsing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Sariel's knees buckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Combatant unable to continue—Victory: Renna Velmira.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Renna dropped to one knee, exhaling hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not from fatigue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn't hit Sariel like she wanted to hit Kellen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she had hit her own limit—and stopped before crossing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cael let out a loud cheer from the ElderGlow platform, throwing both fists into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elias only offered the faintest nod as Renna exited the ring, walking like someone who had just wrestled herself, not her opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dean of Thornevale closed her eyes and exhaled. \"Clever girl.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dean Oryll smiled faintly. \"More clever than I gave her credit for.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Godsthorn said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he looked toward the bracket screen just as it pulsed with new light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Round Two | Duel Four\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ELDERGLOW: Elias Verdan\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>vs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THORNEVALE: Lurien Vale\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd gasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name was known.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lurien — a hybrid-type spellblade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Balanced. Fast. Trained in tempo disruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Known for forcing opponents into their worst rhythm and punishing them for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of Thornevale's top two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And across the chamber, Lurien smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cracked his neck, spun his staff once, and leapt from the waiting platform toward the arena without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elias?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't smirk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn't move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just looked up at the board.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saw his name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>",1618,"2026-06-05T19:28:51.149Z",1,"novelbin.me","28ca930ef4c4a3c4dc70aedc6f3b566866909db1c51d2d05428cb084c54a12a2","sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--chapter-377","sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--chapter-375",548,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--cover.jpg"]