Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 54 - 53: The Bloodied Path to Freedom VII | Plans Set in Motion V

The elites launched their attack, engaging Seiya in a whirlwind of strikes. Their speed was undeniable, their coordination precise—yet, to Seiya, it was nothing more than a game. He moved effortlessly among them, toying with their attacks as if they were sluggish and predictable.

In a single, practiced motion, the trio closed in, propelling themselves forward with their abilities, intent on overwhelming him. Seiya swung his staff in retaliation, but just as the strike descended, one of the elites intercepted—his foot snapping upward, kicking Seiya’s hand and forcing the staff from his grip.

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The staff slipped from Seiya’s grasp, tumbling through the air.

Seiya had seen the kick coming of course, but he didn’t bother stopping it because he thought the kick wouldn’t do much—a miscalculation because he underestimated that particular elite—the one with vitiligo.

"Eh?" Seiya exhaled, a hint of amusement in his voice.

The elites had targeted his staff, believing it to be the source of his overwhelming power. To them, he seemed indestructible because of it, so their priority was to separate him from his weapon.

What they didn’t realize was that Seiya didn’t need to go retrieve it himself—he only had to call it back. But he chose not to. He had already grasped their intent and, out of understanding rather than necessity, he decided to fight without it.

"Well, since you’re all trying so hard," Seiya mused, crouching to retrieve his sleep mask. "I’ll humor you by making things easier." With that, he slid the mask over his eyes.

When his eyes are fully uncovered, Seiya sees time in slow motion. But when obscured by something or closed, time flows normally—though he still possesses the clairvoyant vision to see through everything. By doing this, he was giving the elites a chance to match his pace though to Seiya, they seemed pretty weak that he doubted they could—even with this handicap.

"Alright then, here I come," Seiya announced.

With a single step forward, he vanished, reappearing before one of the elites, his fist drawn back, every muscle tensed for impact.

The elites, unaware of how Seiya’s eyes truly worked, were caught off guard—perplexed he was just as fast, even blindfolded. His incoming punch carried a burst of wind, its sheer force brimming with devastation. But before it could land, another elite intercepted with a counterpunch nearly equal in power. However, the weight behind Seiya’s strike easily overpowered it, shifting the elite’s arm aside.

Without wasting time, the same elite who had just parried Seiya’s blow swept in low, his foot cutting through the air in a heavy, precise kick aimed at Seiya’s legs. The impact forced Seiya downward, but he adapted instantly, stretching his body seamlessly. One hand caught the ground for balance, while his other leg coiled back—then snapped forward in a devastating counter-kick. His foot struck the tender spot between the crook of the neck and the shoulder of his original target.

The force sent the elite crashing face-first into the floor, his body flattened by the sheer intensity of the strike.

Seiya straightened, his gaze settling on the one who had parried his punch and swept his legs—the elite with a few strands of white threading through his dark hair, noting him as the problematic one. Stronger than the others but that only made Seiya all the more excited.

Seiya and the two remaining elites locked in a fierce battle, their movements swift and relentless. In the midst of the chaos, Seiya’s father saw a fleeting chance to escape. Struggling to his feet, he staggered, desperately trying to make his way, hands clawing along the wall for support. But before he could take more than a few steps, Seiya, still engaged in combat, appeared in front of him in an instant.

Mr. Sanio froze, his eyes widening as Seiya’s grip closed around his neck, his thumb pressing firmly under his chin to keep his head upright.

"Hey old man, I did ask you to stay put, did I not?" Seiya’s voice was calm but carried an undeniable edge. "Try this again, and your head will be the next to scrub this floor."

With a quick shove, Seiya sent his father sprawling aside and turned back to face the remaining elites, seamlessly rejoining the fight.

Both the elites and Seiya’s father were left in stunned disbelief, unable to comprehend how Seiya could move so quickly, even while engaged in such a furious battle.

As the battle raged on between Seiya and the elites, a faint heartbeat reached his ear, dimming slowly by the minute. It was unlike the multiple heart pulsations that had been grating against his ears, coming to an abrupt stop. This one was slowly fading, its pulsation getting fainter by the minute.

{Who’s dying now?} Ibyu’s voice echoed in Seiya’s mind, but Seiya didn’t answer. He didn’t care to know who was dying and he wouldn’t care even if he knew.

Mr. Sanio and Hayne stood on the sidelines, watching in silence as the battle raged before them. Hayne, overwhelmed by fear and concern for Seiya, couldn’t bring himself to look away or leave to attend to other matters. Meanwhile, Mr. Sanio was bound by his own fear—a deep, paralyzing dread instilled in him by Seiya’s stern warning. The fear had woven itself into his very bones, leaving him incapable of defying or disobeying, no matter how much he might have wanted to leave.

In the midst of the chaotic clash, Seiya struck down another elite with a devastating punch, leaving him face-to-face with the remaining opponent—the elite with vitiligo. What had started as a battle of numbers became a one-on-one confrontation.

Despite being alone, the last elite proved to be a formidable adversary, matching Seiya’s pace and engaging in a relentless battle of speed and strength—neither yielding nor backing down.

Moments later, the chaotic clash still raging on, a boy from the lab suddenly burst into the hall. His face was streaked with tears and snort, desperate. He dashed toward Hayne, his breath shaky.

"S-Suhei…" he sobbed, clutching Hayne’s clothes tightly. "Suhei is dying!!" he cried out, his voice breaking in anguish.