Chapter 23: Dream and Determination! (1/2)
Chapter 23: Dream and Determination!
Huff… Huff…
The Holy Dawn students close to the collapsed stands could even hear the sound of Chris’s heavy breathing.
Trails of sweat mixed with blood gathered under Chris’ chin and fingertips, then dripped down, falling on the ground.
This year’s Southern Monsoon’s team’s level was indeed far above the average team in the preliminaries. No matter Zola or Riley, they would both be a striking figure even put in the national tournament.
Even if Chris hadn’t been previously sneak-attacked and wounded by Shadow Dust, she would still have had to exert all her efforts to fight such an opponent, and the consumption of her stamina would certainly also have been very alarming.
The moods of many Holy Dawn students were extremely conflicted and contradictory as they watched Chris resting, hands on her knees. Of course, they hoped Chris could straighten once again and handle the remaining two members of team Southern Monsoon, could bring a heart-stirring victory to Holy Dawn Academy. At the same time, they didn’t have the heart to watch Chris keep fighting in such a condition.
“Still two left…” Chris suddenly said.
The voices in the stands stilled once again.
They saw her hands dripping with sweat clench gradually, her body slowly straighten up.
“Come on! Beat up those two!”
The silence in the stands was even more deafening when she straightened up, but here was a yelling voice, full of excitement, seemingly a little out of place.
“Hey!”
Belo rubbed his ears jarred numb. He turned his head around and watched Ayrin brandishing his fists and making a racket. “Look around, no one’s shouting in the whole stands, you’re the only one shouting here, don’t you have a little empathy?”
“Empathy?” Ayrin looked weirdly at Belo, not sure why Belo was talking about this.
Belo pushed his glasses and asked Ayrin, “She’s already in such a state, aren’t you afraid she’ll die if she goes on?”
Ayrin blinked blankly. “How would she die so easily.”
Belo stared at Ayrin, feeling there was really no way he could understand this guy. So he didn’t say much and merely grunted, turning his sight back to the field below.
Chris walked slowly to the center of the field. The Southern Monsoon team clearly didn’t want to give her too much time to regain her breath. Crewe was already standing in the center of the field with his faintly blond hair and very ordinary stature and face. He waited calmly for her to come.
“You’ve always wanted to dominate the whole kingdom. It’s probably that dream that’s keeping your back straight and allowing you to stand and fight, even now.”
Looking at the approaching Chris, the seemingly very ordinary Crewe said very calmly, “Every member of our Southern Monsoon team is the same as you, filled with the same dream. That’s why a school like ours that seems entirely unfashionable is able to fight our way to the preliminary play-off, to stand in this place. You and us are the same sort of people, that’s why we hope you can join our Southern Monsoon Academy.”
“That’s right! Chris, just give up! Nothing good will come out of staying in Holy Dawn Academy!” Ferdinand immediately patted his chest as soon as he heard, and said, “Join our Southern Monsoon Academy. Not only can we fight our way to the national tournament, we can also reap a perfect romance!”
“This guy has four well-developed limbs and one atrophied brain, he’s too annoying,” Ayrin cursed gloomily. Curses also fell down from all over the stands.
“Idiot.”
Chris lifted her head and wiped the sweat from her face. She didn’t even spare a glance for Ferdinand, instead facing a Crewe looking back at her in all seriousness. She merely spit out two words, “Come then!”
Crewe nodded and didn’t say anything further.
Dazzling arcane particles gushed out from his hands, circled around his body, started to spin.
Chris’ figure vanished at this moment and reappeared behind his back, along with a swirling gale.
The swirling gale suddenly compressed in Chris’ hand, becoming a sword over two meters long!
“Swish!”
At this moment, when Crewe hadn’t had time to display any skill yet, this long sword was already pierced inside his back. Blood sprayed out!
“Sudden Whirlwind Strike plus Gale Blade!”
“She can unexpectedly use those two arcane skills in such a short time, combining these two skills into one!”
Belo’s hand once again stiffened on his glasses as he let out two quiet exclamations in an ice-cold yet fanatical voice.
“Victory?”
Ayrin was instantly caught in a surprised delight. At the same time, his body shook when he saw fresh blood pour out from Crewe’s back. He could imagine he would certainly be in extreme pain if he were to be struck by such an attack.
“Hm?”
What made everyone’s eyes widen, what sent a chill to their hearts was, after being struck by such an attack from Chris, Crewe turned around as if he didn’t feel anything.
His eyes were ashen gray, his face surprisingly calm, as if he were simply unable to feel any fear or pain.
The arcane particles flying around him hadn’t been interrupted by Chris’ strike either. “Boom!” Many yellow pillars of wind blended with dust and dirt suddenly appeared between Chris and him. They struck Chris ruthlessly.
Amidst the collective intake of breath, his body and Chris’ body both flew out backward like two meteors!
“Pa!”