Novel's Extra: I Awakened The Strongest Physique From The Start

For a moment, the air in the Colosseum grew heavy, thick with anticipation.

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Leon's seven illusionary stars shimmered on his chest, their radiant glow casting eerie patterns against his reddened skin. The audience, though still reeling from the sheer absurdity of Alex's slap, quickly sensed the shift in the atmosphere.

"This... this is Leon's full power," someone whispered.

"He's actually using his final technique this early?" Another student gasped. "Does he realize how desperate that makes him look?"

Leon didn't care what they thought anymore. He had already lost too much face. There was no choice but to go all out.

His hands clenched into trembling fists, and veins pulsed wildly along his arms. The seven stars on his chest began to pulse in rhythm with his heartbeat, energy flooding his muscles like an unstoppable tide.

BOOM!

He stomped his feet, glaring at Alex, causing cracks to web out from beneath his feet, the sheer force of his aura distorting the space around him.

Alex, however, remained unimpressed.

His posture was still relaxed, hands tucked in his pockets. His blue eyes glowed faintly under the stadium's lights.

His expression, however, held only mild curiosity, as if he were watching a street performer attempt a trick he'd already seen a hundred times before.

"Hmm…" Alex exhaled, tilting his head slightly. "Seven stars, huh?"

'Well, he's not too bad,' he muttered inwardly, causing Sophie, observing everything from the dream space, to sigh in exasperation.

[Only you could say such a thing...]

Reaching the seven-star, star-formation realm at 18 was considered heaven-defying. One could be called a genius among geniuses with such an achievement.

But to Alex, who had achieved thirteen stars in the same span, it wasn't very impressive. It was subpar for him.

Leon, on the other hand, shot Alex a glare. "You're not taking this seriously at all, are you?"

Alex, breaking out of his thoughts, blinked. "Oh? You just noticed?"

A vein nearly burst in Leon's forehead, and without another word, he kicked off the ground, his speed now almost three times what it was before.

The moment his foot left the shattered floor, a shockwave burst outward, sending debris flying. His figure blurred as he rocketed toward Alex, his right fist crackling with sheer energy.

This was it—his strongest attack. If this didn't do anything, then nothing would.

"DIE, ALEX DRAKATHOR!"

The world seemed to slow for a moment as Leon's fist hurtled toward Alex's face, the air itself splitting apart in its path. The sheer pressure alone would have crushed any normal student beneath it.

But then—

Alex moved.

Alex wasn't even using his aura, nor was he using his star power; he was simply using his physical abilities, but he knew that those would be enough for Leon; after all, that was just a seven-star, star-formation realm expert, and Alex's physical powers were comparable to early star connection realm experts.

He made no grand gestures. No bursts of energy. No glowing auras.

Just a single step.

His body shifted ever so slightly to the left, and the moment Leon's fist passed through the empty air where Alex had stood, Alex's hand lazily came up.

THWACK!

Another slap.

This time, it was even more brutal than before.

Leon's head twisted unnaturally as his entire body spun like a ragdoll mid-air. His trajectory was nearly identical to the last, but this time, he didn't just hit the ground—he bounced, rolling several times before coming to a groaning stop.

The Colosseum fell into stunned silence yet again.

"…"

"…"

"... He did it again."

"What kind of monster slaps like that?!"

"DID LEON JUST GET BODIED TWICE?!"

"Bro... I think I heard his soul leave his body."

Leon lay motionless, his mind blank, his face throbbing from the burning imprint of Alex's hand.

Even through the haze of pain, one thought kept replaying in his mind:

'…This can't be happening…'

He had activated his strongest form. He had unleashed his full power. And yet…

He hadn't even made Alex move properly.

Alex yawned, cracking his neck. "Man… I was expecting something cooler. You hyped it up so much, too."

His words cut deeper than any blade—and he knew it, yet he did it.

Alex needed to do at least this much to make his match memorable.

Leon's fists trembled as he pushed himself up, his breath coming out ragged and uneven. But even as he tried to rise, his legs wobbled beneath him, threatening to give out entirely.

Alex raised an eyebrow. "Still got fight left in you?"

Leon gritted his teeth, his face contorting with frustration. He didn't want to go down like this. He had trained for this moment and imagined himself standing victorious over Alex.

But the reality was cruel.

"... I won't give up," Leon muttered, spitting out a bit of blood. "Not... yet..."

'I don't want to disappoint the president,' he growled inwardly. The image of a guy with

Alex sighed. "Damn, man. You're really making me feel guilty now."

Before Leon could react, Alex vanished from sight.

No sound. No movement. Just gone.

And in the next instant—

BAM!

Leon was back in the crater.

This time, he didn't move.

The referee hesitated for only a second before raising his hand. "T-The match is over! Winner: Alex Drakathor!"

The stadium erupted.

"HE KNOCKED HIM OUT LIKE IT WAS NOTHING!"

"That wasn't even a fight. That was a goddamn lesson."

"BRO, THAT WAS STRAIGHT-UP ABUSE."

As the cheers raged on, Alex stretched his arms and turned away, already heading toward the exit. But before he left, he glanced over his shoulder at the unconscious Leon and smirked.

"... You fought well," he muttered under his breath. "Next time, make me use both hands."

And with that, Alex Drakathor walked off, leaving behind a legend in the making.

The Maneater had arrived.

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Meanwhile, in an abandoned building on the fifth peak, far from the deafening cheers of the Colosseum, a different kind of gathering was taking place.

The flickering glow of crimson candles cast eerie shadows on the cracked stone walls, illuminating a massive arcane circle etched into the ground.

Strange symbols pulsated with an ominous light, each carved with a precision that spoke of ancient and forbidden knowledge.

A hooded figure stood at the center of the ritual, hands raised high as they chanted in a guttural, unrecognizable tongue. Their voice reverberated through the chamber, the very air trembling under its weight.

"Is it ready?" Another figure, draped in dark robes, asked from the shadows.

The chanting figure did not respond immediately. Instead, they placed a single, bloodstained crystal at the core of the formation. As soon as it made contact with the markings, a surge of energy rippled outward, sending cracks through the ground. The air thickened with raw power, and an unnatural chill swept through the room.

"It will be soon," the lead figure finally said, their voice barely above a whisper. "The blood sacrifice has been made. Now, we only need the right moment."

Another figure stepped forward, his eyes glowing faintly beneath his hood. "And you're sure this will work? That it will be enough?"

The lead figure let out a quiet chuckle, one laced with something sinister. "The stars align. The Champion of the Colosseum unknowingly stirs the tides of fate. The moment he shines brightest... we shall cast the deepest shadow."

The others murmured in approval, stepping closer to the circle as the energy within it began to pulse faster, the symbols writhing as if alive.

Lightning crackled within the chamber. A low, guttural growl rumbled from the depths of the summoning circle.

Something was coming.