Re-Awakened :I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner

They went at it again.

What followed was the most one-sided exchange yet. With Noah's Chi control disrupted, Lucas pressed relentlessly, landing blow after blow. Noah defended as best he could, but it was like trying to stop a tsunami with a paper fan.

A right cross caught Noah's jaw, sending him sprawling. He tasted blood, felt his vision swim. But he forced himself up, refusing to stay down.

"Why get up?" Lucas asked, genuinely curious. "You know you can't win."

Noah wiped blood from his lip. "Who said anything about winning?"

Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Then what are you trying to accomplish?"

"Learning," Noah replied simply. "Isn't that why you brought me here?"

A slow smile spread across Lucas's face. "Now you're getting it." He reset his stance. "Again."

Noah charged, but not directly at Lucas. Instead, he feinted right, then left, then executed a diving roll that carried him past Lucas entirely. He came up behind the older student, aiming a strike at Lucas's kidney.

Lucas spun with that impossible speed, blocking the blow and countering with an elbow that Noah barely avoided. But Noah wasn't retreating this time. He stayed close, inside Lucas's optimal range, trading short, sharp blows that didn't allow the older student to leverage his superior reach.

It was still one-sided, but less dramatically so. Noah was landing occasional strikes now, forcing Lucas to actively defend rather than simply counter at will.

"Better," Lucas acknowledged between exchanges. "Much better. But still predictable."

As if to prove his point, Lucas suddenly changed tempo, catching Noah with a front kick that drove him back several paces. Lucas followed with a blistering combination that overwhelmed Noah's defense, finishing with a sweep that once again put Noah on the mat.

This time, Lucas followed him down into a grappling position, securing Noah's arm in an armbar that left no avenue of escape.

"Yield," Lucas commanded, applying just enough pressure to make his point without causing injury.

Noah struggled briefly, testing the hold from every angle. It was flawless. With his current skill level and compromised Chi control, there was no technical escape.

But Noah Eclipse had never been limited by technical constraints.

Instead of yielding, Noah went completely still. His breathing slowed, his muscles relaxed, and he closed his eyes.

Lucas frowned. "What are you—"

Noah's eyes snapped open, his pupils contracted to pinpoints. In that moment, he channeled every remaining scrap of Chi into his analytical engine, his brain. He could make his heart work better with Chi. And even his own muscles. Who said the same could not be done for the brain?

Time seemed to slow as Noah's perception accelerated, allowing him to observe and process information at superhuman speeds.

He couldn't outmuscle Lucas. He couldn't match his technique. But he could 'think' faster.

In the space of a heartbeat, Noah analyzed every aspect of their current position—the distribution of Lucas's weight, the angle of pressure on his arm, the points of contact between their bodies. He ran dozens of simulations, discarding options until he found the one unlikely, counter-intuitive path that might work.

Then he moved.

Instead of pulling away from the armbar, Noah pushed 'into' it, simultaneously twisting his trapped arm in a way that seemed anatomically impossible. The maneuver required dislocating his elbow—an excruciating sacrifice that his system immediately began repairing—but it created just enough slack for Noah to slip his forearm free.

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In the same fluid motion, he hooked his leg around Lucas's neck, leveraging the older student's momentary surprise to flip their positions. The movement was awkward, ungainly, and would never work against someone who expected it.

But Lucas didn't expect it, because no sane person would deliberately dislocate their own elbow as a escape technique.

Suddenly, improbably, Noah had Lucas in a compromised position—not quite a submission hold, but an awkward tangle that briefly neutralized the older student's superior technique. Noah seized the moment, driving his knee into Lucas's diaphragm while simultaneously applying pressure to his carotid artery (his neck).

Lucas's eyes widened in genuine shock. For one frozen moment, neither student moved—Noah maintaining the unorthodox hold, Lucas caught in a position he had never expected to find himself in.

Then Lucas did something Noah never expected.

He laughed.

It was a short, surprised sound, quickly cut off by the pressure on his throat. But it was unmistakably a laugh.

With a swift, powerful movement, Lucas broke the hold, throwing Noah off and rolling to his feet in one smooth motion. But he didn't immediately counter-attack. Instead, he stood looking down at Noah with newfound respect.

"Yield," Lucas said, raising his hand in the traditional gesture of concession.

Noah blinked, certain he had misheard. "What?"

"I yield the match," Lucas repeated, louder this time. "You win, Eclipse."

Noah slowly got to his feet, cradling his healing arm. "But... you broke the hold. You could have countered."

"That's not the point," Lucas said, still smiling. "The point was to see if you could find a way to put me in a position where I 'had' to counter. And you did. Unconventionally, at great personal cost, but you did it."

Lucas stepped forward, offering Noah his hand. "That's what the tournament is about, Noah. Not just winning every match—that's impossible, even for me. It's about facing opponents who seem unbeatable and finding a way to make them work for their victory."

Noah hesitated, then accepted the handshake. "So this was never about winning or losing."

"It was about seeing if you had what it takes," Lucas confirmed. "The resourcefulness. The will to continue when defeat seems inevitable. The ability to sacrifice for an unlikely advantage."

Lucas released Noah's hand, clapping him on the shoulder. "You have a lot to learn, but you've got something that can't be taught—that battle intelligence that lets you see possibilities others would miss. That's what will make you dangerous in the tournament."

Noah nodded, grateful for the validation from someone he genuinely respected. "Thanks for doing this. For... seeing what I needed."

Lucas shrugged. "What are friends for, if not occasionally beating the hell out of each other for educational purposes?"

Noah laughed, then winced as his ribs protested the movement. "You mentioned I'd face people who make Raven look like a toddler. Anyone specific I should be worried about?"

Lucas's expression grew more thoughtful. "That...I don't know. You will be facing year ones like yourself. And they'd be the best their school has to offer. You gotta be ready,"

"Good to know," Noah said.

Lucas nodded toward the exit. "Training Facility Four is available to anyone with special clearance. The top twenty five, namely. I've added you to the access list. Use it. Practice. Improve. And if you need a sparring partner..." He grinned. "Well, I'm always up for another round."

"I'll hold you to that," Noah replied, "after my body forgets the trauma of this session."

As they walked toward the exit, Lucas's tone became more serious. "And Noah? Whatever's going on with the Albright case—be careful. Not everyone at the Academy has your best interests at heart."

Noah nodded, grateful that his friend didn't press for details but still offered his support. "I know. I'm handling it."

"Good," Lucas said simply. "Because I'd hate to have to intervene. The paperwork for incinerating a faculty member is just excessive."

Noah laughed despite the pain in his ribs. "I'll keep that in mind."

As they parted ways at the elevator, Noah felt a curious mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration. He had been thoroughly outclassed for most of the fight, but in the end, he had earned something more valuable than a simple victory—he had confirmed that his unique approach to combat, his willingness to think beyond conventional limitations, could work even against elite opponents.

The tournament was coming. And now, thanks to Lucas, he had a much clearer understanding of what he would be facing.

It was time to prepare.