Why Should I Stop Being a Villain
chapter-417

Blood dripped through the other end of the sword and dripped on the floor and Alan regained his senses and was about to pull out his sword.

But Asher grabbed his hand and started using his aura and Alan felt a huge burden on his body.

Alan panicked as he tried to step back but suddenly, he saw Asher twist his entire arm.

He raised his sword and pierced it through Alan's forearm.

"Aaarrghh," Alan screamed with pain as the pain of having his arm twisted was amplified as he saw Asher's black sword impale his arm.

"What is he doing?"

The crowd was confused, but Asher looked at Alan as his eyes became even colder.

The color of everything around him faded, as he heard Alan's scream.

"I wonder...," Asher muttered.

Asher grabbed Alan by his neck with his sword stuck in Alan's arm and pulled out Alan's sword from his stomach.

He pointed it upwards causing everyone to raise their eyes as the tip of the sword was pointed at Alan's neck.

Asher increased the strength of his aura to crush Alan's aura and make him unable to even flinch.

Asher was about to open his mouth as he stared emotionlessly to his right seeing the Referee who stopped Asher's movement.

"This is enough, Asher Greville is the winner of this duel," The Referee quickly announced as everyone around the stage was stunned.

"Is this even a duel?"

"What is this?"

"Was he trying to kill him?"

The entire crowd of students were confused.

Alan's arm was bleeding, and so was Asher's wound as their blood was flowing out.

"Medics!!" The Referee shouted as Asher loosened his grip around Alan's neck and let drop while the Referee supported him.

The medics arrived as they looked at both Asher and Alan's condition, but Alan was still in shock at what had happened to him.

Asher and Alan were both taken off from the stage as Asher, who was left alone in the temporary weapon room looked at his hand that was grabbing Alan's neck.

"I wonder, if I killed him right there, would this stop?" Asher muttered.

Just like when he killed those people in the dungeon, Asher wondered would this madness that was rising inside him would stop if he had killed Alan.

It was the question Asher Von Raven Greville asked himself.

***

"Can't you see, his actions were aimed at my son's life," Alexander Astaria shouted at Professor Arman.

He was one of the people who had come to observe this year's End of the Year Tournament.

"It was a duel where students are allowed to injure each other," Arman politely responded.

"Enough, I don't want any such explanations, I will contact the Greville Head myself but let me see that boy right now," Alexander demanded.

"I am sorry we cannot allow that to happen," Arman bowed and refused.

The mana around the room started running rampant as Alexander Astaria got enraged.

"What's the problem?" A voice was heard by both of them as Xander entered the room.

Farnus had made him in charge of the guest so after sensing the rampant mana, Xander appeared here.

Alexander stopped his mana as he saw Xander's face.

"I just want to have a chat with Asher Greville," Alexander said.

"Don't worry, it will be a simple conversation," Alexander said trying to convince Xander.

Xander looked at Alexander's face and it was obvious to him what he wanted to do.

"I will make sure to properly limit-,"

"Not allowed, you can stay here in this room or go back," Xander replied causing a change in Alexander's expression.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Alexander asked.

"Don't make me repeat myself Astaria Head," Xander said as he looked directly into Alexander's eyes.

"This is not a place where you can exercise your authority, if you want to do something do it outside the World Academy," Xander as he looked at Arman and told him to leave.

Professor Arman nodded and left the room.

"Sigh, Fine, I think my anger got the best of me," Alexander said as he rubbed his head and smiled.

"I will take my leave, staying here won't make the situation better after all," Alexander said with a smile as he started walking towards the Portal Room.

Xander watched Alexander leave, but he didn't see the expression on Alexander's face when his smile turned to a look of hatred.

"I wonder what made that boy fight like this, his strength was enough to beat that kid," Xander muttered.

He had trained Asher quite a lot and he was sure Asher had the talent to even take the First Rank spot in the coming years if he worked hard.

Xander looked down at the stage.

"I should talk with him after I come back to World Academy," Xander muttered.

Ping!

Xander looked at his bracelet that had gotten a notification from his younger brother.

It was about the information Xander was looking into after the Dungeon incident. Although Farnus had taken the charge to investigate that incident, it didn't stop Xander from looking into it.

And surprisingly, he found some leads and he wanted to confirm a few things himself.

Xander turned to leave, as he had to return before the next semester started at World Academy.

As the memories shifted again, a pair of golden eyes observed everything.

These memories that the overseer was seeing were directly related to the ones that Asher was seeing.

But this wasn't the perspective of Asher, but someone else.

Something, that was already stored within the system, and the Overseer peeked into using Rifir as the medium.

The golden eyes blinked as the scenery changed, where Asher was moving into the dorm with Alyssa who was also standing beside him.

It was the scene of the strongest fourth-year students fighting, but it was a one-sided match.

"Wow, I didn't know Reece Williams was this strong!"

"Wasn't he injured and recovering at his estate?"

"And I thought nobody could defeat Jayden Hargrave,"

Reece Williams stood proudly while Jayden was on his knees coughing up blood and glaring at Reece.

"You have done well, my friend," Leonard muttered standing in the spectator area for the rankers.

"With this, everything is in place," Leonard smiled as he turned to leave.

Both Reece and Jayden cleared the stage, and the broken stage was replaced soon after.

Reece Williams's overwhelming victory over Jayden Hargrave was something even the Professors teaching the Fourth Years didn't expect.

It wasn't even a close match, as Reece's power was very close to the peak of A Rank.

It was an achievement that was very rarely achieved by a student in their Fourth Year, and a lot of eyes all over the world were now on Reece Williams.

But the hype of the crowd didn't die down as the next match was between Kevin Whiteheart and Asher.

Both of them appeared on stage, and Asher had the same look in his eyes which irked Kevin a bit who was walking up to the stage for his duel.

Right now, everyone cheered loudly for Kevin, who was standing confidently against Asher.

"Who do you think will win?"

"Kevin obviously he is the strongest in the First Years,"

Kevin Whiteheart, the Rank 1 student and the one who held the title of the strongest of this generation.

But for Asher who was standing on this stage, unlike everyone else, winning didn't matter to him.

"Start!" The Referee shouted.

As soon as Kevin heard the sound, he instantly appeared in front of Asher who raised his sword to block him, Kevin who looked at Asher's action was relieved that he wasn't fighting like a psychopath, like he did with Alan.

Kevin personally didn't mind hurting Asher, but he didn't want to ruin his image in front of Amelia who was watching this match with Elena and Eva, in the Rankers only room.

Clang!

Kevin's spear movement started more fluid as Asher kept blocking them, but slowly Kevin was increasing his speed making Asher dodge a few spears strikes instead of blocking them.

"You can do it!" Damian cheered in the spectator room.

"Huh, you are stupid if you think he will be able to defeat Kevin," Elena laughed but Damian ignored her.

Amelia was quiet as she didn't know who to cheer for.

Damian had already lost to Matthew who was Rank 2, but he still wanted to fight Kevin, but his chance never came as Kevin was chosen to be Asher's opponent.

'Maybe if he reached peak D Rank,' Damian thought as he clenched his fist.