Maria arrived a little later than usual today. However, the lesson hadn't started yet.
Everyone turned to look at Maria as she entered the classroom, because she was doing her best to imitate Aibar.
She was wearing a black skirt and a black shirt, with Aibar's long black cloak draped over her shoulders instead of putting her arms through it. She looked almost exactly like the usual Aibar.
With a calm expression, perfectly imitating Aibar's emotionless demeanor, Maria said,
"Huh!? Why is everyone staring at me? Is something wrong?"
Sitting at his desk, Aibar closed his eyes and let out a quiet sigh.
"Ugh..."
Symbat looked at Maria and mocked her.
"Haha... What kind of clown show is this?"
Maria immediately returned to her usual self and snapped angrily,
"What did you say!?"
Symbat replied casually, "Nothing."
Maria began growing even angrier, clenching both fists tightly at her sides.
In a cold voice, Maria said, "I heard everything. Don't lie to me."
Symbat calmly examined her fingernails as she replied,
"You heard me and still asked, 'What did you say?' Yeah, that's our respectable Guardian of Order for you."
Maria smiled faintly.
"So you called it a clown show, huh? I didn't know you hated Aibar's style so much..."
A smug smile appeared on Maria's face.
Symbat grew flustered.
"No... That's not what I meant..."
Aibar, who had kept his eyes closed until then, opened them again and calmly said,
"Girls..."
Maria and Symbat snapped at him simultaneously,
"Don't interfere!!!"
Aibar calmly closed his eyes again and sat quietly in his seat.
Meanwhile, the other students watching the scene were thoroughly entertained. After all, they had never seen anyone silence Aibar so effortlessly with such adorable dominance.
The lesson began.
However, at that very moment, an attack struck the school's third floor from the outside. Although it was a relatively small-scale attack, it led to a terrible incident.
The attack was aimed directly at Aibar's classroom.
A fireball burst through one side of the classroom, tore a massive hole through it, and disappeared through the opposite side.
Lucas and So Hyun immediately began carrying the injured students downstairs to the first and second floors.
Meanwhile, Aibar activated his Wind Form and flew outside through the gaping hole left by the attack.
Aibar came to a sudden halt when he spotted a figure flying toward him.
Then, he was struck by an incredibly devastating punch.
However, he managed to tank it.
He immediately realized that this punch... was powerful enough to destroy an entire city with ease.
As Aibar tanked the attack, he used the properties of his Wind Form to draw all the force into himself, preventing the damage from spreading throughout the surrounding area.
He struggled with all his might to remain in place—and somehow, he succeeded.
His opponent's fist was still pressed against Aibar's body.
The attacker pulled his hand back and flew a short distance away.
Fortunately for them, the opponent was also using Wind Form. Had he been using even a single higher-level Form, the radius of his punch would have been much greater.
The opponent calmly examined Aibar.
"Impressive. You're strong. This technique... How did you learn to control your Wind Form like that!? Even some of TUTYLU's elites don't know how to do that. This level..."
A wide, cunning grin spread across his face.
He was a psychopath. His laughter was terrifying, and he showed no mercy.
The opponent began introducing himself.
"My name is Meirambek..."
He clenched his fist with all his strength and charged toward Aibar to attack again.
He was incredibly fast. By the time Aibar noticed him, it was already too late. Meirambek's fist was mere centimeters away from Aibar's face when Lucas suddenly kicked him.
Meirambek was sent flying a considerable distance away.
Lucas flew over to Aibar and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Are you okay?"
Aibar looked at him and calmly replied,
"I'm fine."
Lucas was in his Fire Form.
As Aibar and Lucas waited for their opponent to return, Meirambek was already hovering above them.
Suddenly, Meirambek darted behind Aibar, wrapped an arm around his neck from behind, and began flying upward, dragging Aibar along with him.
With a twisted grin, he said,
"Come on, my sweetie. Let's have a private conversation up there."
A truly vile grin spread across Meirambek's face.
Aibar struggled to break free, but his efforts were futile.
Meirambek had already entered his Blue Flame Form.
Lucas immediately took off after them.
But by then, Meirambek and Aibar had already flown all the way into outer space.
Lucas reached outer space as well.
Meirambek ran his tongue over Aibar's ear before biting down hard.
Aibar immediately jerked violently in response.
Meirambek released him. However, he had bitten off and swallowed a small portion of Aibar's right ear.
Aibar calmly moved away from him and covered his injured ear with his hand, checking the wound.
Despite the severity of the injury, it wasn't bleeding. Not a single drop of blood came out; the bleeding had stopped completely.
This was thanks to Aibar's complete control over his own body.
Lucas moved closer to Aibar. Both of them faced Meirambek head-on.
Lucas noticed that Aibar's injured ear wasn't bleeding. Before he could even ask about it, Aibar calmly said,
"Later. It's a long story."
Aibar activated his Fire Form as well.
Lucas was shocked once again.
"You only learned this Form recently, didn't you!? It takes one to ten years to fully adapt to each Form. You..."
Aibar turned his head toward Lucas and calmly replied,
"Later. Don't worry about things like that for now."
Meirambek still wore that same cunning, disgusting grin.
Aibar and Lucas attacked him simultaneously.
They engaged in hand-to-hand combat.
However, to Meirambek, the two of them were like little children. He fought effortlessly, seemingly enjoying himself.
When their attacks proved ineffective, Lucas and Aibar retreated.
Lucas turned his head toward Aibar and said,
"This isn't an ordinary opponent. This is Meirambek himself. He's ranked eighth among TUTYLU's strongest members."
Meirambek was moving at a speed that made him seem almost like a teleporting entity.
Aibar and Lucas weren't weak. It was just that Meirambek's speed was on an almost unbelievable level. He was incredibly fast.
Yes, this was a genuine demonstration of overwhelming superiority and dominance.
Aibar and Lucas couldn't even keep track of his movements.
At that moment, Meirambek was in his Red Flame Form.
He moved through outer space as though he were completely invisible. However, this wasn't teleportation. It was pure speed.
Meirambek was toying with them, deliberately humiliating them.
Suddenly, Lucas was struck by a blow. The force sent him hurtling toward the Moon at devastating speed, where he crashed into its surface with a heavy impact.
Aibar couldn't see a thing. Meirambek's speed seemed almost impossible.
Suddenly, Meirambek appeared directly in front of Aibar.
"Boo..."
That same cunning grin remained on his face.
Without hesitation, Meirambek grabbed Aibar by the collar with his left hand and began relentlessly punching him in the face with his right.
Meirambek finally stopped punching.
He was still holding Aibar by the collar.
Aibar's face was covered in blood.
Lucas arrived and launched a relentless assault on Meirambek, but Meirambek never took his eyes off Aibar.
Not a single one of Lucas's attacks landed. While still holding Aibar by the collar, Meirambek kept disappearing and reappearing in different places, moving as though he were teleporting.
Aibar was already unconscious, yet he remained in his Fire Form.
Lucas finally stopped attacking.
Meirambek immediately turned his head and looked at him.
Lucas raised his head toward the sky and let out a furious roar before activating his Green Form.
He resumed his assault. However, this time, he began to perceive faint red streaks, barely visible to the naked eye.
This meant that although he still couldn't properly track Meirambek's movements, he could at least detect the red trails left behind by his seemingly teleportation-like speed.
Lucas continued his assault, chasing after Meirambek. However, he was still far below Meirambek's level, and Meirambek didn't even consider him worth taking seriously.
Suddenly, Aibar's hand clenched into a fist.
His eyes opened.
They were glowing a crimson red. He was absolutely furious.
Aibar grabbed the hand Meirambek was using to hold him by the collar.
Meirambek was shocked.
The signs of Blue Flame Form began to appear around Aibar as bright blue flames gradually spread across his body.
Lucas stopped moving, staring in shock.
Aibar had fully entered his Blue Flame Form.
This time, the tables had turned. Instead of being helplessly beaten, Aibar began mercilessly pummeling Meirambek while refusing to let him go.
Meirambek could barely dodge the attacks in time, and even then, one or two punches managed to land.
Taking advantage of the fact that Aibar was gripping Meirambek's wrist and refusing to release him, Lucas managed to get behind Meirambek and lock his arm around his neck in a chokehold.
With Lucas holding Meirambek in place, it became much easier for Aibar to land his punches.
Aibar continued striking Meirambek's face relentlessly, showing no mercy this time.
Lucas could hardly believe his own eyes.
He was absolutely thrilled.
Back when Lucas was still a member of TUTYLU, Meirambek had seemed like an unreachable peak to him. Lucas had been only ten years old at the time, and Meirambek had always looked down on him and tormented him.
Now, Lucas finally had the chance to take revenge on that psychopath. And yes, he was thoroughly enjoying it.
The happiness on his face made that obvious.
Meanwhile, Meirambek was suffering even worse injuries than Aibar had endured, experiencing pain far more intense than before.
Even Meirambek, the psychopath who had always believed himself incapable of feeling pain, had tears welling up in his eyes.
However, thanks to his regeneration, his injuries kept healing.
The whole thing was beginning to resemble a punishment inflicted upon Meirambek.
Crying, Meirambek began flying upward, not even knowing where he was going anymore. He had completely lost control of himself.
Lucas smiled faintly and mocked him.
"Where are you going, baby!? How pathetic. His body has grown up, but his mind is still that of a child. Don't worry. Your two daddies will finish punishing you before sending you to the afterlife... Hahaha..."
The intense crimson glow in Aibar's eyes gradually faded, and he returned to his senses.
Lucas continued taunting Meirambek.
"Don't worry, I'll forgive my baby. Aibar, destroy his core..."
However, Meirambek's free hand began moving on instinct, launching attacks against Aibar.
Aibar accidentally released his grip on Meirambek.
Meirambek stopped a short distance away. Grabbing Lucas's arms, which were still locked around his neck, he began squeezing Lucas's wrists with tremendous force.
Lucas cried out in pain and released his hold as well.
Aibar tried to launch another attack, but he couldn't keep up with Meirambek.
This time, Meirambek's ugly, twisted grin was gone. He looked serious.
No—he was furious.
Aibar continued attacking, but Meirambek effortlessly dodged every single strike without the slightest difficulty.
Even Lucas couldn't keep up with their speed. All he could barely make out were the faint red and blue trails left behind by their movements.
Meirambek easily caught Aibar's incoming punch just before it could reach his face.
With a serious expression, Meirambek said,
"My turn..."
He began launching a counterattack.
First, he drove his knee into Aibar's stomach, causing Aibar to bend forward slightly.
Then, Meirambek grabbed Aibar by the head and pulled it downward toward his knee before driving his kneecap directly into Aibar's nose.
Aibar staggered, weakened by the impact, but tried to raise his head and straighten himself up again.
Meirambek unleashed a relentless barrage of strikes.
Aibar was growing weaker.
Meirambek delivered a devastating punch to Aibar's stomach, striking with enough force to potentially destroy an entire country.
Aibar could no longer withstand the impact. He lost consciousness.
At that very moment, So Hyun arrived in her Green Flame Form. She saw Lucas standing helplessly, along with Aibar.
Some time passed.
Meirambek returned to the school grounds, but he wasn't alone. He lowered the unconscious Aibar from his shoulder onto the ground, while carrying Lucas and So Hyun in his hands.
Aibar, Lucas, and So Hyun were all unconscious.
That same ugly, psychopathic grin had returned to Meirambek's face.
From the second floor of the school, Maria spotted Aibar. His face was covered in blood.
Maria grew angry. Incredibly angry.
Then, she noticed Alexei outside as well.
Without hesitation, Maria jumped down from the second floor.
Alexei raised his hand toward her, signaling her to stop.
He began walking toward Meirambek.
Meirambek turned toward Alexei as he approached, that same ugly, psychopathic grin spreading across his face.
"Oh... So you're made of steel, too."
Alexei stopped in his tracks and calmly said,
"Enough talk and bullshit. You... know my mother. Give me information about her."
Meirambek looked at him in confusion.
"Huh??? I'm not your father. I'm only twenty-one."
Alexei grew angry and raised his voice slightly.
"Zhanar Kovalyova... The wife of Aleksandr Viktorovich Kovalyov..."
Meirambek's eyes widened in astonishment. After a moment, he regained his composure and calmly asked,
"Wait... Are you the son of our esteemed TUTYLU elites ranked fifth and seventh?"
Alexei and Maria froze in shock, their eyes wide and mouths hanging open.
Maria stared at him in disbelief.
"That's impossible..."
Alexei quickly regained his composure and calmly said,
"Fine. Give me information about them."
That same ugly, psychopathic grin returned to Meirambek's face.
"Oh... Now this is interesting. I'd be delighted to. As I mentioned, they are currently ranked fifth and seventh among TUTYLU's elites. Mr. Aleksandr is ranked fifth, while Mrs. Zhanar... is ranked seventh."
Meirambek paused briefly before continuing in a calm voice,
"But why should I respect them, anyway? I'm just putting on this fake formality by calling them 'Mister' and 'Madam'..."
Alexei's hands gradually clenched into fists.
Meirambek's ugly, psychopathic grin returned.
"Besides, I don't genuinely respect them. As far as I'm concerned... I'm the strongest one."
Lucas's eyes began to tremble as he opened them.
Blue flames began spreading across his body.
Lucas rose to his feet once again.
Meirambek turned his head to look behind him.