Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 75

**Chapter 75: The Catch**

“What’s the story with that Storms kid? What kind of mental energy and physical prowess does he possess?” The man with striking violet eyes, his features sharp and captivating, turned his head slightly to direct his question at Aslan. The unfolding drama on stage had taken an unexpected and thrilling twist.

Agares’ newly registered wife had seemed on the verge of capitulation, her chief badge already halfway unfastened, signaling her impending defeat. Yet, in a startling turn of events, the Storms boy had halted her in her tracks, not allowing her to utter even a single word of surrender.

Frustration radiated from her, her gaze refusing to meet his, as if she were battling not just him, but her own rising tide of anger and disappointment.

Aslan, observing the scene, couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment. The chief he had personally selected had revealed himself to be a coward, ready to concede without a fight. “When he was born, his mental energy was already at Level 3,” he explained, his tone tinged with a mix of regret and disbelief. “But his genetic makeup has suffered too many breakdowns. Now, it’s dropped to around 1.5. His physical power is slightly better; he trained at the Central Gene Hospital for years. He barely scraped through the entry requirements for The Fifth Military Academy. He’s classified as a B-grade.”

“B-grade?” The violet-eyed man’s expression shifted, his eyes narrowing in genuine confusion. “A mutated three-headed dog—if it just stood there and let you hit it—you still wouldn’t knock it out in ten punches. So how did he manage to do it in just one?”

Aslan fell silent, pondering the enigma that was the Storms boy.

Drenvar, visibly perplexed, turned to Mavena after a long pause, his voice breaking the tension. “Substitution is permitted. You two can commence.”

“This isn’t fair!” Mavena exclaimed, her voice rising in protest. “He’s not even the chief! Why am I being forced to fight him?”

Veyric, his chin lifted defiantly, wore an air of calm arrogance. “What’s unfair about it? If you’re skilled enough to defeat me, then the title of Agriculture Department chief is yours. If not, you might as well admit it now and walk away.”

Mavena’s chest heaved with frustration, the weight of the crowd’s expectations pressing down on her.

This situation was unprecedented at the academy. All eyes were glued to the two of them, yet she remained silent, grappling with her thoughts.

Impatience rippled through the crowd, voices rising in a cacophony of shouts from all directions. “Just fight already! It’s one-on-one, completely fair!”

“What? Are you scared because he knocked out a three-headed dog? If you lose, it just means you’re worse than the dog!”

“C’mon, gorgeous! What are you waiting for? Beat his ass; it’s not like you’ll be paying for his medical bills!”

The shouts continued to pile on, creating a whirlwind of pressure around her.

Mavena’s fingers curled slowly into a tight fist, determination igniting within her. She felt as if she were already on the tiger’s back—there was no turning back now. “Fine, I’ll fight you,” she snapped, the words bursting forth with a mix of defiance and resolve.

No sooner had she spoken than Mavena lunged forward, her fist aimed directly at Veyric’s face.

Veyric, alert and prepared, dodged with surprising speed.

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