[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-strongest-existence-becomes-teacher":3,"chapter-strongest-existence-becomes-teacher-strongest-existence-becomes-teacher-chapter-163":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Strongest Existence Becomes Teacher",{"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},1723425,2200,"Chapter 163: A Spear Who Refuses To Break","strongest-existence-becomes-teacher-chapter-163",163,"\u003Cp>Drevin staggered forward as the redirected bullets slammed into his back, but his expression barely flickered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breathing didn’t break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His posture didn’t crumble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iron Pulse kept his mind steady—heart and mana syncing into a calm, cold rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is fine, he told himself. It only caught me off guard. Iselde’s healing runes can heal me...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then he noticed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The healing beam behind him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the shimmering rune-light that always mended his wounds instantly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was moving... much slower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cut on his arm sealed very slowly , but not completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bruising on his ribs softened, but did not vanish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breath hitched as realization ran through him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why is the healing weaker?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned sharply toward Jax—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>just in time to see the gunslinger’s smug smirk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jax twirled a pistol around his finger with casual arrogance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dark element,\" he said. \"Same as your arrows—it weakens other basic elements. Except light.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drevin’s eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You... how many elements do you use?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know fire and ice from the dungeon... but dark too?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jax shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, that’s my weird specialty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted both pistols. Mana crackled across the barrels in a spectrum of shifting colors, not bound to any one element.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can use most of the elements.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drevin froze for a beat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Most?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jax’s smirk twitched, just slightly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a rare flicker of honesty beneath the bravado.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah. Even though I have...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his voice dropped, almost too low to hear—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"mana syndrome.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drevin’s eyes widened again—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but Iron Pulse calmed him instantly, clearing the ripple of shock from his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he couldn’t hide the quiet awe in his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...You’re fighting like this, even with mana syndrome?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jax lifted one gun to his shoulder, clicking the chamber with a bright metallic snap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pretty cool, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drevin narrowed his eyes, grip tightening on his bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Or pretty shocking.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jax grinned wider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Same thing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air thickened between them—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>one side fueled by sharpened calm,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the other by reckless genius and rune-forged support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their duel was far from over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron and Maera clashed again—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>both now deep inside Iron Pulse, both pushing their limits in opposite ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maera’s Wild Resonance roared through her blood like a beast unchained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her rage sharpened, not dulled—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>fury becoming fuel, violence becoming focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her red aura rippled outward in feral waves, coating her gauntlets in wild, clawed energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron, by contrast, looked like the calm eye of a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iron Pulse steadied his breath, tightened his muscles, sharpened every movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grip on the black spear became flawless—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the weapon wrapped in extremely hot dark-blue flames, heat shimmering off the metal like distorted air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She swung down—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron blocked with a twist of his spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flames surged up the shaft and exploded around Maera’s arm, but her wild aura crushed through it, sending embers spiraling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She snarled, fangs showing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled slowly, eyes cold and focused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They traded blow for blow—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>wild fury against refined precision—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>each impact cracking the stone beneath their feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Off to the side, a storm of speed whirled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lia and Col were locked in a blistering duel, their movements blurring into streaks of green and pink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iron Pulse had boosted both of them:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Col’s moss-green aura tightened, giving him explosive bursts of speed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lia’s sharp pink wind aura flared, energy butterflies swirling as she darted faster than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was just a bit faster—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but Col compensated with sharper timing, trying again and again to slip past her and strike Ron mid-battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time he lunged—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SHING!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lia appeared, blocking him with her white straight sword, pink wind flaring off the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chilling prick ran up her spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sensed it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a shadow-cloaked arrow slicing through the air toward her leg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of Drevin’s arrows, fired earlier during his fight with Jax, now making its delayed return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She twisted at the last second—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHOOSH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrow grazed past, cutting a strand of hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her footing slipped—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>just a fraction—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Col didn’t miss the opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"—!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His kick smashed into her stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUD—!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lia was launched backward, spinning across the stone floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"LIA!!\" Ron shouted, instinctively pivoting toward her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Maera was already there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her kick, wrapped in raging red aura, slammed toward Ron’s ribs—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He barely caught it with the shaft of his spear, dark-blue flames erupting from the block. The impact pushed him back, boots grinding against stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maera didn’t relent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hammered blow after blow at him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>wild, relentless, furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And behind her, Col sprinted toward her, joining the assault—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the moment Lia was thrown away, he moved straight in to support Maera, his twin short blades ready to strike Ron from the flank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron’s calm expression hardened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two on one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maera in front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Col rushing from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Lia far away, struggling to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron was getting pressed—hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maera hit him first, exactly as he expected she would.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her aura raged around her like a wildfire, the crimson storm twisting around her claws as she hammered blow after blow into the black spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each strike sent a hard vibration up the shaft, rattling into Ron’s wrists, but he absorbed it with disciplined movement—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>turning the spearhead, angling the haft, stepping back just enough to bleed off her momentum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maera fought like a beast cornered and enraged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron fought like a wall that refused to break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He barely had time to breathe before Col joined the assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind around Col sharpened and surged, wrapping around his legs as he dashed in from the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His twin short swords glinted with moss-green aura, each slash aimed with surgical precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t try to overpower Ron—he didn’t need to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply attacked where Maera’s pressure created openings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fast cut toward Ron’s thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A stinging slash aimed at his ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another at his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Col vanished again, reappearing on the opposite side before Ron could fully adjust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world around Ron collapsed into a tunnel of pure defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks exploded as he knocked aside Maera’s claws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wind hissed and whirled as he angled the spear to deflect Col’s blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stone beneath his feet cracked each time he braced himself against Maera’s strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stayed in constant motion—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>not attacking, not striking back—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>just staying alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron’s breathing became short, measured bursts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arms throbbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His spear shook under the combined assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he held.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept his stance low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept his form tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept conserving every last bit of strength and mana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he understood something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t win in this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not against the two of them working together with perfect timing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn’t need to win right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he defended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Redirected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Survived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside his head, he counted beats and seconds with each block:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One... steady... two... parry... three... slide... four... brace...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waiting for the moment he knew would come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waiting for the wind aura he trusted to return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He trusted her to get up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He trusted her to return to his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He trusted her to turn this suffocating two-on-one into a real team battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until that moment arrived?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron gritted his teeth, twisted his spear to catch another clawed strike, and endured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wouldn’t break him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not before she came back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jax and Selene were not faring much better on their side of the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jax was covered in cuts and bruises, his clothes torn in several places where Drevin’s arrows had grazed or pierced him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His stamina was recovering fast thanks to Selene’s earlier runes, but his mana was dangerously low, and—strangely—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his body felt heavier than it should.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A little more exhausted than a normal fight could justify.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across from him, Drevin looked equally battered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood dripped down his arm and across his jaw; his healing beam kept patching wounds, but now only sluggishly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mana reserves were nearly drained, and each arrow he fired carried less force than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between them, Selene and Iselde were locked in a battle of pure technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Selene’s face was pale, sweat streaking down her cheek. Her mana was thin, her casting sluggish, but her expression never wavered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She alternated between Runic Shield and Explosive Runes, barely keeping up with the mirror shards Iselde hurled at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iselde, too, was at her limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood trickled from her nose, her breathing ragged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mana flickered weakly around her hands as she shaped mirrors, each spell slower, shakier than the last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her arms trembled under the strain of keeping up with Selene’s pressure and responding to every shift in the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both girls were struggling—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but neither stepped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Selene gritted her teeth, raised her wand, and formed a new spell—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>small, floating runes swirling around her wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not flashy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not complex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barely enough mana to cast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she made them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then she hurled them across the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rune Magic – Second Circle: Healing Runes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The small runes shot forward, weaving through debris and wind currents...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and struck Lia, who had just pushed herself up from the floor, still shaking from Col’s kick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft glow enveloped her, sealing her worst cuts and steadying her breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not full healing—just enough to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lia!\" Selene shouted hoarsely. \"Go—help Ron! That’s all I can heal you for now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lia looked at her—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>eyes wide, touched, determined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She nodded once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>FWOOOOOSH—!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pink wind erupted around her, butterflies scattering like sparks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She vanished in a blur, cutting across the arena at full speed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—straight toward Ron,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>who was being crushed under the combined assault of Maera and Col.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind howled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her blade flashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her aura sharpened like a razor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lia was returning to the battlefield—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—and Ron’s two-on-one was about to change.\u003C\u002Fp>",1627,"2026-06-06T15:36:01.016Z",1,"novelbin.me","2f6cafa1b14b091079484e709cebfee5abd46fe6a0982dc8c177f6ea4ba903d1","strongest-existence-becomes-teacher-chapter-164","strongest-existence-becomes-teacher-chapter-162",275,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstrongest-existence-becomes-teacher-cover.jpg"]