Supreme Harem God System novel Chapter 2308

Chapter 2308: Get Ready for the Gathering.

"The place is about to collapse."

Oraya spoke directly.

Ragnar, however, just shrugged and placed his sword over his shoulder.

"Let it collapse.

I’ll take responsibility."

He spoke confidently.

"I’m telling your mother."

Oraya looked at Ragnar without a change in his expression and the boy just shrugged.

"Go ahead."

There was not a trace of fear in his eyes, he looked like he was almost looking forward to it. Oraya stared at him in silence for a good while, then, as if he thought of something—

"Her punishment of sparring against you with a sword is no longer a punishment."

He spoke.

"...What?"

Ragnar blinked in surprise.

"She needs to change her methods."

Oraya commented and for the first time, a crack appeared in Ragnar’s grin. He stared at Oraya, as if he was scared that he really would go talk to his mother about this, but then he remembered his mother and scoffed.

"Good luck."

He spoke with a grin.

He couldn’t even imagine his mother not sparring with him, and that too, over some ground that collapsed after their fight. If anything, she would be proud that he was getting stronger and spar with him again.

Ragnar then nodded on his own and turned towards the other two—

"You two want to fight or not?"

He asked.

Zyrax grinned immediately. Drakar looked at him, then at the broken ground beneath them, then at Zyrax.

The three boys looked at each other and no more words were needed, their eyes had already made the decision.

Whoosh

They moved.

BOOOOOOM

Zyrax struck from above, his scales wrapped around his arm. Drakar stepped in and answered with an upward blow from below. The collision burst open the deep crack under them and split it wider.

That was the first exchange.

Drakar then drove forward with both his fists, Zyrax crossed his arms, took the complete impact, and slid backward through the stone, carving two trenches with his heels.

That was the second exchange.

Zyrax kicked low, breaking Drakar’s stance, then slammed his elbow down. Drakar caught it on his shoulder scales and blasted aura outward, throwing them both apart.

BOOOOOOM

That was... the third exchange.

The ground beneath them was now barely holding on, but the two boys did not stop, Ragnar watched with great interest, he wanted to join too, but he could see both of them were exhausted and fighting an exhausted enemy wasn’t fun.

The two launched at each other again, not giving up. The ground beneath them now screamed, if they collided, the entire area, in the condition it was in, would fall apart.

Oraya could see that, his eyes analyzed everything as he positioned himself in a way that even if the ground collapsed, he wouldn’t get affected by it at all.

Yes, his mind had already calculated how everything would play out, what part of the ground would be damaged the most, how much debris would fly around after the explosion and in what area he would not be hit by the debris.

He was prepared to watch it all play out, he also did not stop this because he was curious if his prediction would be correct, it was like a real-time practice for him, so he was, at some level, looking forward to it.

But—

The moment Drakar and Zyrax were about to reach each other and end the battle—

The temperature in the area dropped.

And it didn’t happen slowly, it happened all at once. The heat that the two Dragons had produced from their auras instantly dissipated and the very air went still. Every drifting piece of dust paused, the cracks that had formed on the ground stopped spreading and a layer of chilling frost ran soundlessly all over the ground, sealing everything in... complete stillness.

Both Drakar and Zyrax stopped the moment they noticed the change, Drakar lowered his fist with a frown, Zyrax, on the other hand, turned around with an irritated look on his face.

"Frostra! Why are you here!? What is your problem!?"

He called out before even looking at who it was. He didn’t have to, he could only think of one name that could possibly be behind this.

And the moment he turned around, his suspicions were proven correct.

Behind him, at the edge of the battlefield, stood a girl. She had long silver hair flowing gently behind her, her pointed elven ears were visible through her hair, giving her a delicate and elegant look. Her silver-blue eyes remained calm and steady.

She wore a soft, beautiful pale blue dress. The fabric moved gently with the wind, yet it stayed perfectly clean, untouched by the destruction around her.

The little elf stepped forward with a light, confident smile on her face, the entire area around her was already covered with frost, she then looked at Zyrax who had screamed at her, then the other boys and—

"Enough,"

She spoke in a low voice, but there was a sense of certainty in her tone that made it difficult for the boys to ignore her.

"You always do this."

Zyrax complained as he scrunched his nose.

"You always make me do it.

Know when to stop."

Frostra answered with a calm look on her face.

"Alright, alright."

Finally, Ragnar jumped in, waving his hand. He then glanced at Zyrax and—

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