Chapter 19 – Beastman bloodline (2/2)

He only saw Ender’s Blazing Lotus seemingly about to drown Zola in flames, but it suddenly collapsed, then Zola sent Ender flying out with a kick.

“I bet this kick almost broke his intestines,” Belo said, gleeful with someone else’s disaster. He saw Ayrin beside him flushed bright red with anger, then he remembered Liszt. Only then did he spread his hands out of fear for consequences, saying, “Nothing we can do, this is the difference of strength. That guy seems to have attacked with a strong punch, but in fact, he shot out Shapeless Spinning Blades. The skills from the two were about equally matched, but the other side was planning to sort him out with physical strength from the beginning. This kick was his real killer move.”

“Killer move my ass, I won’t believe he can’t be beaten.”

“Well, you do it then.” Belo provoked him, fully excited.

“There’s no way for me to go on stage.”

“Haha, just jump down and give him a beating.”

…

At this time, an Ender lying unconscious on the ground was already being carried out of the field by a medical team. Zola had been keeping a low-profile so far, even after defeating two Holy Dawn team members in a row, but his eyes suddenly flashed with faint red light, leaking out a blood-thirsty glint.

“Hmm?”

Belo suddenly made a soft sound in surprise.

At this time, the third contestant for Holy Dawn Academy was already going on stage. This was a boy called Skol. He immediately dashed towards the edge of the field as soon as the fight officially began.

“Not fighting his opponent face to face, only making him spend his stamina and arcane reserves, that’s actually a pretty good tactic.” Belo mumbled to himself, “I just don’t know how useful it’ll turn out to be.”

“Not fighting, only running?” Ayrin saw Zola’s figure immediately become a series of blurs as he chased behind, but purple arcane particles shone bright under the feet of this third Holy Dawn contestant, constantly spraying gusts of energy, pushing his body nonstop in ever-changing directions. Zola seemed unable to catch up to him even if his speed seemed higher.

“Little coward, you only know how to run!”

“People from Holy Dawn Academy don’t even dare fight face to face? Only running and not fighting, Zola might as well stop chasing after him and save up his strength.”

“That’s right, everyone might as well stand there immobile and fight a war of attrition until the end of time!”

Rowdy curses and insults immediately rose from the stands occupied by Southern Monsoon Academy.

Zola’s figure suddenly halted.

The moment he stopped, his hands ferociously stuck inside the soil under his feet.

Everyone stared blankly, having no idea what he was trying to do, but at this very moment, two pieces of hard clay whistled through the air, pounding towards Skol.

Skol twisted his body, dodging the two exceptionally hard pieces of clay Zola had grabbed, but just then “Pa! Pa!” Another two pieces of hard clay smashed his body.

“Ah!”

He cried in pain. His body staggered.

Zola was at this moment crouched on the ground like a wild beast, his arms and legs pounding together on the ground, approaching him at terrifying speed.

Every time Zola’s hands landed on the ground, two pieces of hard clay would fly out and smash their way toward Skol with incomparable accuracy.

“So accurate!”

“This guy actually even had such a skill!”

Many Holy Dawn students felt their scalps go numb when they saw.

Anyone could use arcane power to send the soil flying, but the key thing was that Zola could stay so precise even while sprinting at top speed on his four limbs. This was certainly the result of long and arduous training!

“This kid, he looks just like a wild dog running like this.” Belo became impetuous again when he saw this scene. He ground his teeth: “I really want to give him a bite.”

“You say he looks like a dog, but now you want to bite him, what does that make you?”

Ayrin wanted to laugh, but no laughter would come out.

Skol couldn’t maintain his previous speed any longer after being hit by a deluge of hard clay. Zola rushed in front of him, under Ayrin’s helpless eyes.

“Bang!” A punch hit Skol’s belly. He flew up.

Zola’s figure sprang up even as Skol screamed miserably. A foot kicked down and landed once more on his chest.

Skol pounded the ground heavily, just like a rock.

Many Holy Dawn Academy students were sweating cold sweat all over, up there in the stands.

They might have accepted this three – nil result a little better if he’d been hit to the ground after a struggle where both went back and forth, but other than Gerrin at the beginning, the rest had been suppressed so hard they couldn’t even use the skills they usually practiced in. They’d looked just like freshmen who didn’t know any technique.

How could they still fight such a match?

“The outcome’s decided.”

At this moment, Southern Monsoon’s captain Ferdinand, the tall boy Belo had described as ferocious-looking, let out a long sigh. He told his teammates around him, “This time around, St. Lauren will be our time in the limelight.”

“Just drop it.”

Chris had been standing without moving all that while. She shook her head at this time, and said to the only teammate left beside her, “You can’t make him consume all that many arcane particles even if you go, better if I just go myself.”