[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy":3,"chapter-the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-chapter-345":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The Strongest Student of the Weakest Academy",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},1027151,1339,"Chapter 345: The Beginning Of The End [VII]","the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-chapter-345",345,"\u003Cp>Chapter 345: The Beginning Of The End [VII]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRAAACKLEEE!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two figures collided with such force that the air itself screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea twisted his sword downward, forcing Clostro’s scythe to slide along the blade’s edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skkrrrkk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks flew as the steel scraped, and Aestrea kicked forward, driving his heel into Clostro’s gut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUD!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clostro stumbled half a step back, only to grab Aestrea’s ankle midair and twist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea spun with the motion, landing lightly on his other foot, sliding backward across the cracked floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he raised his sword again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good… GOOD! You’re not breaking yet!” Clostro’s grin stretched wider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his scythe overhead, divine light pulsing along its curved edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『 ✯ Authority of Killing — Crimson Spiral ✯ 』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weapon spun once, twice, then erupted into a spinning storm of blood-red energy. The air twisted, dragging everything nearby toward the vortex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea’s eyes gleamed coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Moonlit Ice Lotus Sword Art…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crouched low, icy mist bursting from his feet as he slashed diagonally upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『 Third Move! (✦ Moonlight’s One Flash ✦) 』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SHIIIIING!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silver arc shot from his sword, tearing through the air and cutting straight into the crimson vortex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two attacks collided, causing an enormous shockwave that blew both of them apart, sliding across the ground in opposite directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea dug his sword into the floor to stop himself; Clostro used his scythe as an anchor, dragging a deep mark through the stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haaah… haaah…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuuu… haaaa…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both breathed heavily, their clothes torn, divine blood dripping down their arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But neither stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fwoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea kicked off the cracked floor again, his sword raised high while Clostro swung his scythe low\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their blades met midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea turned his wrist, twisting the sword against the scythe’s curve and forcing it aside. Clostro responded instantly, releasing the weapon and aiming his elbow at Aestrea’s ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUMP!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hit landed, sending Aestrea sliding backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before Clostro could retrieve his scythe, Aestrea’s hand snapped upward, ice bursting from the ground and wrapping around the weapon’s handle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not this time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled hard, the ice dragging the scythe toward him. Clostro yanked back, muscles tensing, and the weapon shattered the ice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fwoop!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They charged again!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fists, blades, and divine energy struck faster than mortal eyes could follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea ducked a swing, slashed across Clostro’s chest, and rolled aside as a red wave of energy cut the space where his head had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clostro spun, his scythe moving in wide circles, forcing Aestrea to parry each attack one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Move faster, Aestrea!” he taunted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea didn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sword glowed faintly as silver threads of light were woven around it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sidestepped a horizontal slash, turning his wrist sharply and letting [Midnight] glide upward in a crescent arc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SLASH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clostro grunted as the blade grazed his shoulder, divine blood splattering across the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beautiful cut,” he growled, grin still on his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, watch mine!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his free hand, and crimson runes flared across his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『 ✯ Blood Reaver Dance! ✯』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, his body blurred, moving like a ghost through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scythe swings came from every angle, one upward slash, one diagonal cut, one spinning strike that aimed straight for Aestrea’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SWISH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SWISH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea blocked one, dodged another, and parried the third by twisting his sword handle, redirecting the scythe’s momentum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Clostro overextended, Aestrea stepped in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His palm slammed into Clostro’s jaw, sending him staggering backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea didn’t stop as he followed immediately, slashing three times in quick succession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SLASH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each blow struck with blinding precision, frost exploding from the sword’s edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clostro barely managed to raise his weapon in time, sparks flying as the scythe caught the last hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kicked off the ground, gaining distance, blood dripping from the side of his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You… really are different,” he muttered, panting lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he smiled again, that crazed joy returning to his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But it’s still not enough!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His divine aura flared crimson, spinning wildly around him, the air twisting with raw killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea’s silver aura rose in response, causing a cold mist to flood the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOOOOOOOOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, they clashed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea slashed upward, frost trailing behind every swing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clostro blocked with his scythe’s handle, twisted his wrist, and hooked the weapon around Aestrea’s sword, pulling him forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their foreheads collided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUD!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Splat!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both staggered a step back, blood streaming from their brows, but then the wounds sealed instantly, divine flesh stitching itself before the next breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea was the first one to move, as he lunged again, sword spinning in his grip before cutting downward in a heavy vertical slash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clostro sidestepped, dragging his scythe across the ground, sparks flying as he pivoted, the blade curving upward in a diagonal arc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SHRRRING!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea bent backward, the sharp edge grazing across his chest, slicing through cloth and skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood splashed out, then froze midair before returning to his body, the wound closing as his foot twisted and kicked toward Clostro’s chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clostro’s head snapped back, but his laughter came through the impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good hit!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung his scythe in a spinning circle, forcing Aestrea to duck under it, then slammed his knee into Aestrea’s gut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUMP!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuu…” Aestrea’s breath hitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slid backward, sword scraping along the floor. The ground beneath them was nothing but deep scars and melted stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled cold mist, eyes flashing silver and black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SWOOSH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He vanished in a blink, reappearing behind Clostro with his sword already swinging down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SHING!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clostro’s scythe turned just in time, catching the edge, but Aestrea twisted his wrist, locking their blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two gods pushed against each other, power flaring, space trembling around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Trying to overpower me?” Clostro sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just distracting you,” Aestrea replied coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly let go, spinning midair, and with his left hand formed a sphere of freezing mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>FWOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of tiny ice spears materialized, shooting out in all directions like a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clostro growled, crossing his arms as crimson energy exploded outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『 ✯ Authority of Killing — Crimson Barrier ✯ 』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red aura flared like liquid fire, melting the ice midair, but several spikes still cut through, stabbing into his arms, shoulders, and chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood splattered the ground. Clostro looked down at the wounds, grinned, and they sealed shut within seconds, leaving not even a mark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Tsk… not even the God-killing authority can make his healing slower,’ he clicked his tongue in annoyance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he dashed forward, slicing in a flurry of clean, relentless strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every movement was a blur, Aestrea weaving in and out, twisting his sword, cutting, stabbing, spinning to dodge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clostro met him swing for swing, countering with brutal scythe arcs that tore through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground beneath them cracked and exploded under the weight of each clash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At one point, Aestrea slid under Clostro’s scythe, turning low and cutting upward across his ribs, then ducked a counterattack and rolled behind, stabbing at his spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clostro spun his weapon backward, the shaft catching Aestrea’s blade, before twisting to hit his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BAAAANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Urgh…!” Aestrea grunted, thrown sideways into a pillar of divine stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact shattered it into dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pftt!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He coughed, wiped blood from his mouth, and stood again, his body already repairing, the bruises fading as his divine power surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clostro raised his scythe again, his eyes gleaming with red madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re holding back something, aren’t you? I can feel it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea said nothing. He only adjusted his stance, sword angled downward, his breathing steady despite the chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clostro lunged first this time, dragging his scythe low before whipping it upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SWOOSH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade sliced open Aestrea’s shoulder, but Aestrea didn’t flinch. He stepped in, grabbed the shaft with his free hand, and slammed his forehead into Clostro’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUD!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crimson light flashed, and Clostro’s nose broke, but before the blood even hit the ground, the wound healed, and his lips curled into another grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their weapons locked again, strength pressing against strength. The ground beneath them shattered completely, pieces of marble floating in midair from the force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Clostro’s body flickered, vanishing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea spun instantly, raising his sword to block.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clostro appeared behind him, scythe aimed at his neck. Aestrea barely caught the edge, sparks flying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Fast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m just getting started,” Clostro smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body blurred again, appearing to Aestrea’s right, then left, then above. Each movement started getting faster, sharper, and each swing was heavy enough to split mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea deflected every strike, each parry shaking his arms, each counter met with equal force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle became pure chaos, silver and red lights flashing, energy waves cutting through the air, the shockwaves flattening everything around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRASH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Clostro’s foot hit Aestrea’s ribs, sending him skidding across the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough, cough… agh…” He stopped, coughing out steam instead of blood, his silver aura flickering slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The Moon Mark… It’s starting to fade.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clenched his sword tighter, eyes locked on Clostro, who was laughing gleefully once again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t tell me you’re getting tired already?” Clostro taunted, spinning his scythe lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuu…” Aestrea’s breathing slowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His aura dimmed for just a moment, then steadied again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Not yet… he hasn’t used that ability…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moon mark on his eyes started dissipating away, but Aestrea gritted his teeth. But then, he recalled a little technique that he had created before, and because of that…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Moon Mark dissipated, causing him to go back to his measly 3✯ True God state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clostro laughed even more loudly than before at this, but upon seeing his sudden confident demeanour, he frowned while thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘…He doesn’t have any more hidden cards… does he?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time in forever…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He doubted his own abilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like it ? 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