Chapter 18: A dangerous newcomer (2/2)

“Idiot, no one will heal him.” Belo looked at Ayrin with contempt. “It’s precisely because you have to keep fighting even if wounded… It’s precisely because you’ll be wounded in such matches, and even pay with your life in serious cases, that many talents dare not participate in the competition, that such a competition is called the Cup of Academy Braves. This is a competition that only braves can participate in.”

Ayrin was stunned. “Pay the price with your life… Won’t teachers stop the match?”

Belo let out a cold snort. “The teachers can’t stop it in time every single time. There are some guys so strong even teachers are shocked, and there are also some people who, in order to obtain victory, will use some arcane skills that bring great harm to themselves. If you’re afraid of injuries, if you don’t have the courage to throw caution to the wind, there’s simply no way you can become a powerful battlemaster.”

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“It was a Shapeless Spinning Sword, it’s been a long time since someone from Southern Monsoon last learned this secret skill. I never imagined you actually grasped it.” Fresh blood fell down from Gerrin’s face drip by drip; his expression became increasingly solemn.

“That’s right, this is indeed our Southern Monsoon Academy’s Shapeless Sword.” Zola nodded, but he didn’t say anything further.

Gerrin lowered his waist, suddenly pushed explosively on his legs.

Magenta particles billowed ragingly on his feet. His body immediately became a series of blurs that were simply impossible to distinguish clearly.

At the same time, bright magenta particles suddenly gushed from Zola’s feet. He’d kept still until now, but now his body likewise became a series of blurs.

His speed seemed at first glance even a little faster than Gerrin’s. Gerrin frantically pursued behind, but he simply couldn’t reduce the distance between them.

Sss!

Another piercing sound.

Ayrin saw it clearly this time. Zola’s right palm seemed to catch fire in an instant even while he dashed forward, many magenta particles wrapping around it. It was only an instant, then these particles compressed inside his palm and disappeared, and a thin, almost transparent blade spun in his hand then flew out, chopping toward Gerrin’s figure in close pursuit behind!

“Boom!”

Gerrin’s fist punched out, his right arm crackling with eye-dazzling lightning bolts. The slender blade broke to pieces with a single strike.

Blades almost indiscernible flew out nonstop from Zola’s hands, slashing their ways toward Gerrin.

Gerrin’s threw out his punches nonstop with astounding frequency, the blurs of his fist forming a lightning shield in front of him.

Raging gusts spilled to the four sides. Each and every blade that came his way was broken.

“This is Thunder Crushing Punch.”

“Gerrin actually managed to train this skill to such a level.”

“He can’t go on like this. The Thunder Crushing Fist definitely consumes many more arcane particles compared to his opponent, and senior Gerrin can’t reduce the distance between them. He’ll end up dead from attrition if he goes on like this!”

Comments and surprised cries came to Ayrin’s ears one after another.

He could see that Gerrin’s and Zola’s blurs dashed all over the field, maintaining a certain distance between them all along, hence he turned around and asked Belo, “What can we do? Can we find a way to warn Gerrin?”

“What could we possibly do?” Belo said in derision, “Do you think what they say makes sense? That green-hair kid learned a powerful secret skill from Southern Monsoon Academy, but I can’t believe Gerrin’s only at this level, I won’t believe he’ll lose so easily to that kid.”

Almost at the same moment Belo said these words, Gerrin suddenly shouted deeply, “You fell for it!”

His quiet shout contained unspeakable steadfastness. His feet trampled ferociously on the ground at the same time.

Two yellow streams of energy fiercely broke into the ground like two pythons.

The ground at Zola’s feet suddenly swelled up, cracking and splitting. His figure that was forging forward like a demon suddenly staggered.

At this instant, Gerrin leaped up like a bullet.

The power of all the arcane particles he was able to call upon had clearly been gathered on that trample right now.

The lightning around his hands had vanished. Two spinning blades sliced past his body, slashing open two wounds on his chest and rib cage. His body seemed to stretch taut like a bow in the middle of the air, and, with a hum, his fist smashed down toward the top of the unsteady Zola’s head.

“What a powerful physical strength!”

Ayrin couldn’t help but utter a cry in surprise. Ayrin could tell he simply had no time to gather any arcane particle with this strike. It relied entirely on his tyrannical physical strength.

“I see now.” Belo’s hand pushed his glasses while he mumbled to himself.

In Belo’s opinion, this fight was about to reach its end, Gerrin its inevitable victor.

At this very moment, Zola’s gentle face suddenly turned sinister. He also acted with extreme simplicity, firing a punch like an arrow, ruthlessly striking at Gerrin.

“Pa!” An ear-splitting sound of flesh hitting flesh.

The two fists collided firmly together. This sound gave all the spectators a very unpleasant feeling.

Gerrin’s face suddenly stiffened.

His arm had gone entirely numb!

He felt as if his entire body had been hit by a raging bull. He had no way to resist.

“Bang!”

Another fist appeared in front of him, striking his chest.

His body flew backward straight away.

The whole arena became deathly still.

Ayrin stared in stunned silence. Belo was also petrified. His hand fell on his glasses out of habit, but he stood immobile, frozen.