[{"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-379":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},1326980,1762,"Chapter 379: Elias Vs Kellen","sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--chapter-379",379,"\u003Cp>\"Semifinal Match Two: Elias Verdan versus Kellen Drein.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd didn’t scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thousands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena trembled with silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kellen stepped forward first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No emotion on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His robe fluttered once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached the center of the platform and waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elias followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One footstep after the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No flourish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped onto the platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And finally — Elias — looked at his opponent directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not like rivals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not like enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like two reflections that had never known they came from the same mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the stands, Reiz sat forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cael crossed his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Renna, despite everything, found her fingers clenching again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss Leana muttered, \"Now we see if stillness... or momentum wins.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damon chuckled darkly. \"What if they both lose?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The announcer raised a trembling hand toward the center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The barrier locked into place — triple thick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena went still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Combatants ready...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elias lowered his center of gravity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kellen narrowed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Begin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment \"Begin\" echoed, neither of them moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not right away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No flash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just two twenty year old students standing on a platform made for gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure came first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kellen’s aura expanded — vast, rippling outward in a slow wave, drawing in magic essence from the air like a tide pulling against shorestone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elias?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No aura. No flaring spells or magic circles. No chant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the ground beneath his feet vibrated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air around him hummed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just... inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Elias moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the battle began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first spell snapped into existence like a glass shard between worlds — a hook of condensed force laced with wind-thread, launched from the left without Elias lifting a hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vwoooosh!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kellen dodged sideways—barely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flicked his fingers, prepared to replicate the spell, eyes tracking its arc but it had already vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No spell. No lingering residue. No formula to analyze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just an aftershock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Kellen could recalibrate, another spell came — a ripple in the air, folding space behind his knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A displacer trap?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to record the distortion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another spell followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This one a beam of raw flame curved like a scythe, spinning toward his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kellen ducked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It singed his robe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time he turned to analyze it, it was already gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Something’s wrong,\" murmured a Crowgarth instructor in the viewing tier. \"He’s not giving Kellen any time to learn.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss Leana narrowed her eyes. \"I don’t think he’s using a spell sequence.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damon leaned closer. \"He’s not repeating spells so Kellen can’t even observe the spells a second time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the platform, Kellen began to sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not from pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t track Elias’s casting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no magic circles forming before the attacks. Nothing to signal what was coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No chants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No calls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each spell was like a breath — exhaled, done, discarded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the upper pavilion, Dean Godsthorn finally spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s finally using his gift.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other Deans glanced at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oryll’s brow creased. \"You knew?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Godsthorn didn’t look away. \"I was there the first time he used it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elias’s talent wasn’t what everyone thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not field manipulation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not essence suppression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the absence of chant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spellless Casting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every attack was instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Direct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No projection. No delay. No preparation window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kellen pivoted, breathing heavier now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every movement of Elias’s brought a different attack — a flame burst, a crystal lance, a sonic whip that curved and snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each one unique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None repeated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing to learn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing to copy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd was silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not bored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because for the first time, it didn’t look like a fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked like a demonstration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kellen finally made a decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he couldn’t learn from Elias in real time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d fall back on his stored arsenal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stomped once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And triggered five runes across his limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One across his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One in each arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One in each leg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each one glowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five combat abilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Copied from five high-ranked spellcasters in Wyrmere’s internal dueling circuit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t planned to use them here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Elias left him no choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fed the first rune—his left leg—with magic essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Burst Step — a teleportation-grade acceleration spell that seemed to bend and shrink space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reappeared behind Elias.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strike one: Flame Blade from his right arm — copied from a fire specialist who trained in precision slashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boooom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elias raised a field of compressed air without looking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strike two: Pulse Shield Breaker — stored in Kellen’s shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elias twisted at the hip. The strike missed his ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strike three: Magic Lance — a construct laced with thunder and shockforce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elias didn’t dodge this one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let it hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It shattered against his midsection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd gasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Elias didn’t move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared straight at Kellen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes darker now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not worried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not smug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kellen took that moment to push with everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his hands, feeding two more stored abilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compression Blast and Phase Hammer — both focused force spells designed to overwhelm casters with stronger essence control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slammed them into Elias’s position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boooooom!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The barrier warped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smoke flared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when it cleared—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elias was still standing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cut across his cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single drop of blood tracing his jaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his eyes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t tired anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were angry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not wild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not cruel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You use strength,\" Elias said, voice level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kellen blinked. \"And?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You think it’s enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kellen narrowed his eyes. \"It usually is.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elias’s palm rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not toward Kellen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But toward the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the platform beneath his feet lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a magic circle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a silent message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m done giving you chances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next sequence happened in three seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boooooom!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pulse wave erupted from Elias’s body, pushing Kellen backward twenty feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A binding chain formed from water-thread, lashed around Kellen’s ankle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A freezing blast detonated along the chain, numbing Kellen’s entire left side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahhh!!\" He screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tried to cut it loose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elias followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No repetition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the unforgivable move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elias stepped into Kellen’s guard and grabbed his wrist — the one holding Flame Blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t break it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He overwhelmed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pumped it full of magic essence that it became useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stored spell flickered—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kellen’s eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1074,"2026-06-05T19:28:51.149Z",1,"novelbin.me","b37eb32779b8be9017397030bf2c8a3b9f1d50ed7a5d78f9d3e89c5f82b56389","sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--chapter-380","sss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--chapter-378",548,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsss-ranked-awakening-i-can-only-summon-mythical--cover.jpg"]