Chapter 10: Belo’s starter ambition (2/2)

Such a strike was very ferocious. Belo’s wounds wouldn’t be light if he were to be struck.

“Humph!”

A punch suddenly smashed out and intercepted it in mid-air. It likewise sent out a bunch of raging flames, clashing together with that short fatty’s arm.

Flames splashed to all sides in a loud rumble.

The short fatty did a nimble backflip and steadied himself on the ground, far away. Looking at Belo calmly taking his fist back, his eyes brimmed with disbelief.

“What, you think I can’t beat you just because I was injured for a few months and missed a few months of training?” Belo excitedly licked his lips. “I only need this one hand plus the Explosive Blazing Punch I just learned yesterday to beat you.”

“…”

Ayrin had entirely no idea what was what. They clearly agreed to come here in order to eat, how’d it turn straight away into a brawl. But hearing Belo inciting him to go beat up that bald brows, he couldn’t help but look at the other guy’s eyebrows.

“What are you looking at!”

This was a tall and slim boy. His eyebrows weren’t entirely bald actually, they were merely very faint, and seemed a little strange when you looked at them. He shouted in anger as soon as he saw Ayrin watch him.

“Gale Sting!”

His entire body suddenly moved. A punch flew in Ayrin’s direction.

His fist was so fast that, with a swish, it seemed to vanish from the air.

Ayrin never experienced a fight like this. He didn’t even want to fight with that tall and slender boy. “So fast! So fierce!” He could clearly feel this time that there was absolutely no way to dodge it even if he tried to. He couldn’t match the speed of this opponent already in motion.

“Let’s just take a chance! I can only try if it works or not this way!”

“Ardent Whirlwinds!”

His two hands suddenly stretched out, as if on their own, as he uttered a low shout.

Swoosh!

Ten spinning wind whips suddenly appeared between the tall slender boy and Ayrin.

The ten wind whips were almost shoved right in the tall boy’s face. He had simply no time to manifest any reaction.

“Pa!”

His entire person flew backward from the blow and stumbled out, fiercely crashing on the dining table behind him. He then glided on it and ended falling on the floor.

“What!”

The face of the short fat boy immediately blanched. This tall slim boy beside him was already ko’d by a single move before he even had time for a second exchange of blow with Belo.

“Hm?”

Belo pushed his glasses and glanced at Ayrin, as if he were seeing Ayrin for the first time.

“Ardent Whirlwinds?”

“This freshman can actually use teacher Huston’s Ardent Whirlwinds?”

“Wasn’t yesterday the first day they officially started their classes?”

“How’s that possible, could he be a student teacher Huston’s already taught for a long time in secret?”

The light of disbelief shone in the eyes of many students in the canteen, especially in the eyes of many senior students.

“Let’s stop fighting now ok?” Ayrin suddenly said at this time.

“…” Many people around them already thought he was very abnormal, now they almost toppled down and passed out dead when they heard him. The vast majority of students had absolutely no way of grasping a powerful technique like Ardent Whirlwinds, which was a little stronger than ordinary techniques. Now that his opponent was beaten up so ruggedly, he simply couldn’t even crawl up for the moment. He simply couldn’t fight him even if he wanted to.

“Whatever, if I also beat you up, then there’ll be no one left to carry them out.” Belo turned his head around and looked at the pale-faced short fatty. “However, next time you see my great lordly self, remember to pay your protection fee.”

“Protection fee?”

Looking at the short fatty clenching his teeth and carrying away two wounded guys that couldn’t even crawl up, Aryin couldn’t help but steal a look at the exhilarated and extremely proud Belo. He asked him, “What the hell was all this about?”

“Nothing much.” Belo’s mouth twitched in disdain. “This yellow-haired Sneijer was a class tyrant in a class I used to go to. He’s always pushing the other classmates around just because he has a little strength. My goal is to beat up all the class tyrants like him everywhere, then ask them for a protection fee.”

Ayrin’s brow immediately filled with sweat. “Then won’t you become the greatest class tyrant instead?”

“You can say that. There should be some seniors I can’t beat though.” Belo patted Ayrin’s shoulder with great satisfaction. “You surprised me very much though, you actually managed to beat that bald eyebrows.”

Ayrin thought something was a little wrong. “What, you didn’t think I’d win? But you told me to beat him up?”

“Teacher Liszt brought you.” Belo snorted in a low voice and said, “If that guy had beaten you up, maybe teacher Liszt would have taught him a lesson.”

“I already said I have absolutely nothing to do with teacher Liszt.” Ayrin was thoroughly speechless when he finally understood the treacherous Belo wanted to take advantage of him. There were still some things he didn’t understand about the fight earlier, and the reactions from the people around them, so he couldn’t refrain from asking, “Will you be considered very fierce inside the academy as long as you learn Ardent Whirlwinds?”

“Except if you’re a genius like teacher Liszt, otherwise there are extremely few people who can compact ‘primordial arcane particles’ and become an arcane master in the genuine sense of the word before second grade.”

Belo glanced at Ayrin and said, “Ardent Whirlwinds can be said to be very difficult and very powerful among techniques below the arcane master level. But good techniques also depend on who’s using them. To know a technique and to know how to fight are two entirely different concepts. For example, just now with you and that bald brows. In a real struggle with your lives on the line, if that bald brows had some understanding about you, then he could definitely defeat you just by using hit and run and avoiding a frontal fight. Because they’ve already spent a very long time on foundation training, and their stamina is much higher than yours. Just by delaying they can delay you to death.”

“That’s why simply knowing a strong technique doesn’t make you strong. Moreover, for the powerful elite senior students who’ve already learned to compact ‘primordial arcane particles,’ a technique of this level doesn’t amount to much if anything.”