Villain of my own novel

Chapter 302 301. Adapting

After commanding Reynolds, Grace introduced herself to Isha and Eshwar before taking them to the sparring ground, since it seemed like it would take some time for Reynolds and Neal to get there, after Isha rejected her offer to show them around the academy since Isha herself had already memorised most of it in the past week.

The sparring ground was as big as a coliseum from Earth, and the inside was very coliseum-y like too. The inside was a large, pristine, matted field that had tonnes of seats for the onlookers surrounding it. The ground seemed to be at least 1000 feet wide, and the ceiling above was filled with lighting that lit the whole coliseum.

'I must say, I wasn't exaggerating when I said he was handsome, and the woman next to him and her goddess-like beauty—1 is acceptable, but two insanely good-looking people? Haa.... Where do these stunning-looking people come from? It's like there was a continent that was filled with people like this that I didn't know of?' Grace thought inwardly and shook her head with a sigh, then abruptly, with an audible gasp,

'Is there a continent with people this good-looking in the other world? No, no, but the people that came here weren't this good-looking, but they were still many handsome men and beautiful women.' Grace thought, and if somebody else knew what she was thinking, then they would have stared at her with deadpan looks on their faces. Since she herself was so gorgeous that even some beautiful women in the academy were envious of her!

"I can't see any weapons. Should I have brought one of my own?" The black-haired man's charming voice sounded behind Grace, who was walking ahead. With a bright smile, she turned to answer him, but looking at the bright smiles on the couple's slightly serious faces, Grace couldn't bring herself to break the atmosphere around them.

'Th... they don't seem like siblings?' Grace thought, and

"But they both have black hair?" She mumbled out involuntarily.

"Hm?" The man called Eshwar turned to face Grace, and just as he opened his mouth to answer her question,

"Who is that newbie that dares to ask for an exception?" With a loud roar that resounded throughout the coliseum, THAT annoying man stomped into the sparring ground with his chuckling friend following behind him.

"Haaa...." With a loud, exhausted sigh, Grace glanced to the side at Eshwar and Isha, who were frowning at an unknown person's appearance.

"The annoyingly loud one is Reynolds. And the one behind him is Neal; both of them are best friends and the professors who are in charge of physical training." Grace introduced them, and with a small nod, their brows ceased to furrow.

Walking towards them, Reynolds suddenly ignored Eshwar, who stood at the front, and walked towards Isha, who was standing behind him, "Ho? Who is this beautiful woman? Hello, lady, I'm Reynolds; nice to meet you. Are you free for a tea, my lady?" He said, and continued to close in on Isha, ignoring the man who was glaring at him from the corner of his eyes. Seeing the gaze, Grace slightly flinched because the closer Reynolds got to Isha, the darker Eshwar's bright eyes turned.

"Where are the weapons?" Eshwar's cold, hoarse voice sounded, and Grace, Neal, and Reynolds slightly flinched for reasons they couldn't quite grasp.

Narrowing their brows, they glanced at the man who just spoke and noticed him glaring at Reynolds with subtle killing intent oozing out from his body. 'Ho! Look at him!' Grace thought with a smile on her face. Almost all of the people who came from the other world had killing intent, but none of their intents were even close to what was seeping out of the body of the man in front of them, and by the looks of it, they could understand that the man was doing his best to suppress it.

All of the staffs in the academy were people who had fought with their lives on the line, and few were even among the very few who had participated and survived in the fourth God-subjection army, and the three of them had survived all four of them, so to make them flinch, the man in front of them sure was something else.

'Well, I could tell with a glance that he was dangerous, but I didn't think it would be this much. It seems like the people of the other world didn't have to fight much because of him.' Grace thought.

'But having a killing intent doesn't mean one's strong; maybe he too is a dud like the ones from the other world.' She muttered in her mind, and with a tap of her feet, a bright blue glow lit up beneath her feet, before a thin blue line extended out and a rectangle shape appeared on the ground that shot up soon after.

In that hidden section were all kinds of weapons. Unfazed nor fascinated by the futuristic tech the academy displayed, Eshwar walked towards the weapons shelf and picked up different kinds of swords, which he swung twice before placing them back in the display, before he picked up a broad sword and walked towards Isha.please visit

"You okay with this?" He asked Isha, making Grace and the others frown in confusion.

After swinging it around a few times, she handed back the sword to Eshwar and said, "It is. But why did you ask me?" With that question, they understood that even Isha was confused by Eshwar's actions.

"Well, I have a promise to keep, so I should at least change my weapon, so it won't be an inconvenience for us when we fight together." Eshwar answered while looking at the sword in his hand, then walked to his side without noticing the warm expression Isha had.

WHOOSH

SHWOSH

SWISH

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After a few minutes, he adapted himself to the broad sword at a frightening rate, which left Grace and others mildly shocked.

WHOOOSH!!!

With a small ripple, the sword swing came to an abrupt halt, even though the veins on Eshwar's arms were popping up. Not a single shiver was seen on the broad sword, which he held as if it were his unflinching will.

"Ready when you are." And with the words that came out of his mouth, they understood that he wasn't in the least bit underestimating anyone present in front of him.

With a prideful, confident, and threatening warrior-like aura oozing out of his body, Reynolds walked towards Eshwar with a smile plastered on his face. "I'll apologise for trying to provoke you earlier." He said, and all of his playfulness from earlier disappeared, and a solemn look appeared on his face.

With an ominous, suffocating aura oozing out of him, "Come at me." Reynolds said.