Remorse After Breaking Up (Sebastian) novel Chapter 877

The tension was palpable as the fight was about to begin. Freya moved like lightning, and her sword flashed with a blinding brilliance. Every strike she made sent a chilling gust of air, so cold it seemed to freeze the very atmosphere around her.

The sharpness of her blade created arcs of sword energy, extending over twenty feet. As she cut through the air fiercely toward Sebastian, the crowd gasped in awe.

"What incredible swordsmanship! Ms. Leigh's strength is truly unfathomable!"

"With a strike like that, there's no way Sebastian can hold up!" The disciples of the three major sects cheered as they were clearly confident in Freya's abilities.

However, as the fierce onslaught came his way, Sebastian remained calm and relaxed. His fists shimmered with the essence of active and passive energy, effortlessly shattering Freya's sword energy like it was nothing.

After that, he shifted, using the Phantom stride technique. He moved his body with eerie speed as he closed the distance between them.

Freya's eyes widened in alarm. She immediately leapt into the air, trying to create space between them.

Sebastian was relentless, following her every move like a predator stalking its prey. The two danced through the sky in a breathtaking chase as flashes of radiant light illuminated the battlefield.

Spotting an opening, Sebastian struck. His fist, like a bolt of lightning, crashed toward Freya with terrifying force.

She had no time to evade. The punch hit her squarely, sending her flying through the air like a kite with a snapped string.

"Ms. Leigh!"

"How dare he hit her so hard?"

The disciples of the three major sects erupted in anger.

They scolded Sebastian, but he didn't care.

He stood still, floating in midair as he watched Freya crash to the ground with a faint and amused smile on his face.

"He's so strong!"

Even the students of Skyla Academy were awestruck by Sebastian's overwhelming power. Among them was Ramiro, who seethed with jealousy.

Enrique looked at Roman and said, "Mr. Santiago, you've truly recruited a rare prodigy for our academy."

"Mr. Santiago, this is a great merit you've brought to our school!" several elders chimed in as their voices filled with admiration.

"Oh, it's nothing, nothing at all! I'm just doing my job," Roman tried to respond modestly. However, he broke into hearty laughter because he was unable to contain his excitement.

Meanwhile, most of the academy's students, aside from a few like the petty Ramiro, were staring at Sebastian with admiration.

Especially the younger female students, whose gazes lingered on him with a kind of fascination.

Floating in midair, Sebastian had no intention of descending. His sharp eyes swept over the disciples of the three major sects as he asked, "Who's next?"

The same words as before, but now spoken with an even calmer tone. Yet, the weight behind them surged to new heights.

Sebastian's repeated taunts had angered the three major sects beyond measure, but none of them dared to make a reckless move.