Transmigrated Into A Women Dominated World

Chapter 285

The massive, force-dispersing doors had barely sealed when the raw kinetic tension in the room spiked.Above them, the four women watched this with interest and curiosity.

Down in the hall, Zaeryn stood with his hands loosely tucked into his pockets, matching Mireille’s icy-blue stare with a lazy but villainous smirk.

Having been looking forward to this, he was too eager, so he didn’t wait for her to set the pace, nor did he bother with a standard opening stance. His newly ranked-up Tier 2 abilities were screaming to be let loose.

Zaeryn focused his will and used Sensory Jolt, targeting her mind.

It wasn’t a visible blast, but a sudden, violent psychic spike projected straight through the space between them. Mireille, whose battlefield focus was usually an absolute fortress, flinched violently.

Her eyes widened and then lost focus for a fraction of a second as the phantom vertigo tore through her concentration, shattering her perfect balance.

Zaeryn didn’t waste a single heartbeat. Before the mental static could clear from her head, he triggered his speed.

The ground exploded violently beneath his boots as reality became a breathless, golden smear.

He closed the distance between them instantly, moving faster than the eye could track, and drove a heavy punch straight into her guard, letting his passive raw strength flood through his muscles.

WHUMP.

The viscerally solid impact rattled across the quiet hall. Her crossed forearms took the brunt of it, the force driving up through her block and ripping her base out from under her.

Mireille took the full force of the strike, her boots skidding backward across the hall as she stumbled, desperately fighting her own weight to reclaim her base.

Zaeryn skidded to a halt, casually lowering his hands back into his pockets.

He didn’t turn around to face Mireille and spoke in a cold serious tone, "Not bad for a novice, right?" he chuckled, finally turning around to face her. His voice echoing loudly in the colossal chamber. "Sure you don’t want to recalibrate your baseline, Mireille? I’d hate to make this a habit."

"Ah..." Mireille groaned and pressed two gloved fingers firmly against her temple, gritting her teeth as she gave her head a hard shake to clear the lingering static.

When her icy eyes snapped back to his, the usual indifference was completely gone, replaced by a look of genuine irritation.

"That," she hissed, her voice low and dangerous, "was a dirty trick. Senses are supposed to be off-limits in a standard physical spar."

Zaeryn only shrugged, thoroughly enjoying the crack in her perfect wall of control. He tilted his head, matching her glare with absolute, unbothered cockiness.

"Valid tactic, Mireille," he dragged, echoing the very rules the instructors loved to preach. "In a real fight, the mind is always the first target. If your focus can be completely disturbed by a Class F spark, that’s just an operational flaw in your layout. Consider it a courtesy patch for your workflow."

Mireille stared at him, her chest heaving slightly as her mind reluctantly processed the excuse. The logic was infuriatingly sound. Slowly, she lowered her hand from her temple, her straight posture locking back into a deadly, focused stillness.

"Fair enough," she conceded.

"Excellent," Zaeryn shook his head and stepped deeper into the combat circle. He raised a brow, "Are you ready to go again? Or would you prefer to just save us both the sweat and tap out right now?"

Behind smart-glass of the sealed observation deck, the atmosphere was vibrating with absolute bewilderment. Cyra was pressing her chest against the console railing, her eyes wide as she tracked the two solitary figures on the packed bedrock below.

"Wow... he is entirely too arrogant, isn’t he?" Cyra muttered, a breathless, disbelieving laugh escaping her lips as she glanced over at Arya. "But looking at that exchange? Maybe he has actually earned it. I’ve watched Mireille dismantle entire squads without breaking her stride, and a male just put her on her heels in three seconds. I still can’t believe someone like him genuinely exists."

Arya crossed her arms as she kept her gaze fixed below her. "He is impressive, yes. But Mireille will still win. He just got her off guard now." She said.

Cyra looked at her, thinking about her words and then she agreed. "Yeah, I don’t doubt that Mireille will win."

Beside them, Daphne and Annalise stood completely still, their professional looks firmly in place.

Down on the floor, Zaeryn’s taunts did exactly what they were designed to do. Mireille let out a sharp, thoroughly annoyed "tch," her braid whipping over her shoulder.

The blatant cockiness of an underclassman had broken through some of her standard restraint, and she exploded forward in a relentless, blinding rush.

But Zaeryn was already capitalizing on her irritation. He wasn’t trying to match her; he was breaking the rules entirely.

As Mireille lunged forward to reclaim the center of the mat with a devastating palm strike, Zaeryn didn’t try to block. He engaged with his speed, blurring by the side in a clean lateral dodge that left her striking empty air. Before she could reset her weight, he zipped directly behind her blind spot.

He set his feet and released the energy coiled in his veins.

’Kinetic Repulsion.’ Zaeryn said to himself.

An omnidirectional shockwave of pure, raw kinetic force exploded violently from his skin. The concentrated bubble of impact slammed directly into Mireille’s back, breaking her momentum entirely and sending the veteran powerhouse flying across the training floor. She hit the packed dirt hard, skidding several feet before scrambling back to her knees.

Mireille was completely unraveled now, her face hard with white-hot fury as she pushed herself up.

She had been forced completely onto the defensive, her seasoned instincts struggling to cope with a single opponent who chained speed, psionics, and raw force without a single pause in the rhythm.

’Time for vitae weaving.’ Zaeryn didn’t give her a single second to breathe. Bringing his palms together, a golden light coalesced between his hands, solidifying instantly into an intricate, glowing bow. An arrow of pure condensed energy appeared on the string, humming violently.

He drew. Aimed. Fired.

The glowing arrow shot across the hall like a bolt of lightning. Mireille, reading the trajectory through pure frontline muscle memory, executed a flawless, liquid spin, her body bending at an impossible angle to let the scorching projectile whistle harmlessly past her shoulder.

But Zaeryn had already anticipated the dodge.

The exact fraction of a second her weight committed to the turn, he dropped into a low combat roll, triggering his speed one more time. He blurred through the dissipating trail of his own arrow, sliding low across the dark soil, and clipped his boot straight behind her lead ankle.

The physical sweep caught her mid-rotation. Mireille’s feet flew out from under her, and for the third time in a row, the veteran powerhouse hit the smart-foam mat with a heavy, Visceral thud.

Zaeryn was very proud of himself right now. He was having the upper hand, and Mireille didn’t seem to know what to do with him at all.

She might have been stronger physically and possessed more refined techniques, but Zaeryn was faster. That gave him all the advantage in the world.

Or at least, so he thought.

Mireille got to her feet again, brushing a stray speck of soil from her uniform as Zaeryn struck his combat stance once more.

"Impressive, Mireille. You really don’t know when to give up, do you?" he taunted, his expression hard.

This time, however, Mireille didn’t let his words affect her. Instead, she simply looked at him, her expression as calm as a frozen lake, and gave a single, unhurried nod.

In the blink of an eye, Zaeryn moved.

He triggered his speed, blurring across the training hall like a golden streak of lightning, throwing a powerful straight right cross aimed directly at her jaw. But the instant before his knuckles could connect, the air fractured. Mireille moved out of the way so fast it left his brain short-circuiting.

Zaeryn’s fist punched nothing but empty air.

He skidded to a hard stop, the soil groaning beneath his boots as he whipped around to face her. How did that not land? Not only had Mireille predicted his trajectory, but she had moved out of his way with room to spare.

’No freaking way she just moved that fast,’ Zaeryn said to himself, blinking twice just in case his eyes were playing a trick on him in the dim, false daylight of the chamber.

Without wasting another second, he pushed his velocity to the absolute limit, exploding toward her flank. She did it again. Despite the fact that he was moving so fast it was almost impossible for a standard cadet to track his line, Mireille sidestepped him effortlessly for the second time in a row.

Frustrated, Zaeryn skidded to a stop, pivoted on his heel, and immediately shot a Concussive Blast her way.

The beam of kinetic force roared from his palm, but Mireille simply tilted her torso with fluid elegance. The blast flew wide, striking the far wall and dissipating into harmless static.

Eh?

Zaeryn blinked twice as the reality of the situation officially set in. Mireille possessed a Vitae ability that made her fast? perhaps? just like him?

Otherwise, how else could she make his Tier 2 speed look like a casual stroll?

Just to confirm his suspicions, he called up the interface. A translucent screen blinked into existence directly behind his eyes:

> [System Notification]

> Target: Mireille exhibits active speed-boosting traits.

> Current velocity matches or exceeds Host baseline.

Zaeryn’s grin crept back, hiding his sudden unease behind pure swagger.

"You’re full of surprises, aren’t you, Mireille? What was that? Kinetic speed?"

Mireille gave him a simple nod, her expression still hard, her icy eyes locking onto his. "It’s a secret."

Zaeryn gave a slow nod, shifting his weight. "Okay."

"Less talking," Mireille countered, her silver braid snapping as she shifted her weight. "More sparring."

She didn’t give him a warning transition. Mireille vanished into a blur of dark uniform and faint blue energy.

Zaeryn was ready to move and match her speed, only for her to reappear instantly inside his personal space. She delivered a brutal punch to his stomach that made him bend backward, the sheer physical impact driving the wind completely out of his lungs.

With how fast Zaeryn was, his instincts should have allowed him to dodge, but she simply moved so fast he couldn’t even see her probably. He had little time to react.

Coughing, Zaeryn didn’t think twice. He immediately tapped into his defense, unleashing *Kinetic Rupture* in a violent, 360-degree shockwave. The omnidirectional explosion of raw kinetic force caught Mireille mid-stance, sending her staggering back a few feet and giving him some much-needed breathing space.

Clutching his ribs, Zaeryn capitalized on the distance. He blurred forward again. This time, the golden energy wove down his arms, expanding until two massive, glowing hard-light fists encased his hands, shimmering with raw power.

To Zaeryn, he was a freight train closing the gap. But to Mireille, his approach seemed to register in slow motion.

Standing out in the open, her eyes narrowed slightly as she took in his glowing constructs. "Hmph," she snorted.

She stayed rooted where she stood, her gaze drifting past him like he wasn’t worth tracking. Then she looked to the side, and snapped her right hand forward towards him, and a piercing energy beam tore from her palm.

Energy beam?

It was just like Zaeryn’s ability. Unlike his own pale gold blasts, hers was a deep, blinding sapphire blue that completely consumed the light in the corridor. The laser-like strike slammed directly into his chest constructs, shattering them like glass and sending Zaeryn flying backward across the arena.

He hit the ground hard, rolling across the dark soil before slamming onto his back. A sharp, throbbing pain bloomed in his chest and head, making his vision swim. He gritted his teeth, fiercely fighting the urge to groan out loud in front of the observation deck.