First Legendary Dragon: Starting With The Limitless System novel Chapter 101

Chapter 101: Dragon Instinct

Orion didn’t reply. Still calmly walking forward.

He flung out his wand. "[Gale Lance]!"

A spinning spear of wind spiraled toward Orion’s chest.

In that moment, Orion’s body bent backward like a spear, letting the attack skim past his face with barely an inch of movement. And in that moment, it felt as if time froze across the entire arena.

A spinning spear of compressed wind had come within a hair’s breadth of piercing his chest, but he swayed—no, flowed—out of its path with the reflexes of a predator who had already seen it coming. His black hair blew back from the sheer force of the spell brushing past his face.

Gasps erupted all around the crowd.

"He didn’t block it—he just dodged it?!"

"That was a Tier 1 spell... how the hell did he move like that when he hasn’t even enhanced himself with any spell?"

Aeron’s smirk faded, replaced by a deep frown. His fingers tightened around his wand as he cast another spell and then shouted, "Tch! [Wind Spikes]—Double Cast!"

Two piercing darts of compressed spinning air launched from either side of his body, while a third spell formed behind him with a twist of his free hand.

Orion’s gaze flickered, his senses locking onto Aeron’s minor movements.

He felt it all before Aeron even finished casting the spells. The trajectory, the pressure, the gaps between each attack—it was as if he could read the flow of mana itself.

Just as Aeron cast the spells and they were about to hit him, Orion moved. One step forward and shifted his shoulder. A slight tilt of his head. And distancing his feet from each other.

All three wind attacks missed completely, brushing past his figure with such closeness that students thought he’d been hit—until they saw him standing tall in the aftermath, utterly unharmed.

"Wh—what the fuck is that?!" someone cried from the crowd.

"How the fuck is he even dodging?? It’s like he already knows where the spells will come from."

Instructor Viren’s eyes behind his glasses gleamed sharply. "His reaction speed is too fast. It’s better than some Tier 3 Awakeners I’ve seen."

Another instructor standing beside him whispered, "No, it’s more than that. His reaction speed isn’t just fast, it’s inhumane. His instincts... they’re on another level."

Emilia stared from the side of the arena. Her gaze locked onto Orion’s back as he moved. His entire aura seemed to have changed. Long gone was his carefree air. The only thing that remained was the deathly calm of an apex predator.

’His fighting style... it’s not refined. He hasn’t trained for long. But... those dodges... they are terrifying. He moves more relying on his instincts than his mind.’ She tightened her grip on her spear. ’This isn’t a fluke. He’s already won relying solely on that absurd reaction speed.’

Aeron felt his throat go dry.

Each spell he launched, Orion weaved through it.

Each trap he prepared, Orion avoided it like it didn’t exist.

’What is he?! Why can’t I hit him?!’ he screamed internally, panic setting in. Sweat beaded down his temple. ’Did I... mess up by challenging him?’

Orion finally stopped walking.

His gaze locked onto Aeron with unblinking intensity.

And then he moved.

No warning. No spell casting. No flashy sword style.

Just a blur of motion as he stepped into striking range and swung his sword down—not with the blade, but with the blunt backside.

Aeron instinctively cast a wind barrier, but Orion’s movement twisted at the last moment. His sword dipped beneath the shield with precise control and snapped upward—striking the joint of Aeron’s shoulder with monstrous force.

CRACK!

A sickening sound echoed across the arena. "AHHHH!!" followed by Aeron’s scream as he was flung sideways. His wand flew from his grasp as he crumpled on the ground, clutching his arm in agony.