Chapter 23: Dream and Determination! (2/2)
Crew stood up steadily after flying out for a full dozen meters. Blood gushed madly from his back.
His face was still strangely calm. No fear nor pain could be seen on it.
Only a few seconds later did he slowly topple backward.
On the other side, Chris couldn’t stand up anymore. Her two hand pushed on the ground, fresh blood starting to leak from the corner of her mouth, trailing down drip by drip.
“What the hell happened?”
“After being struck by such a blow and suffering such a heavy injury, how was he still able to counter like this?”
“Impossible! When your body’s pierced by such power, it’s impossible to keep perfect control of your arcane particles even if you’re a powerful battlemaster!”
The medical team ran at top speed to Crewe when he toppled on the ground. Incredulous shouts rose one after another from the stands.
“I…”
Ayrin didn’t even know anymore what the hell he was shouting at this moment. He subconsciously turned his head toward Belo, but he actually saw Belo shake his head at him with a frown. “No need to look at me, I have no idea either what secret skill this guy used.”
“It’s the Sensation Seal from Southern Monsoon Academy.”
At the same moment, on top of the arena, Liszt stood at the edge of the high dome and lightly said to the other elite teachers, “A skill that can temporarily seal your pain, and even your fear. I didn’t expect this little ordinary-looking Southern Monsoon guy to also possess the bravery to give up his life… He was going for a double ko from the beginning. It turns out he was the most critical link in team Southern Monsoon’s overall plan.”
The red-scarfed Ciaran rearranged her hair the wind had blown in a mess. She nodded, then looked below and quietly asked, “Do we stop the match?”
“She has the courage to put her life on the line, why should we stop her?” Liszt shook his head and smiled, “Ciaran, is old age creeping on you? You’re actually worrying about something like this.”
“Liszt, you wanna die!”
…
The stands were deathly quiet.
Hands propped on the ground, Chris once again slowly stood up.
Her entire body trembled. Anyone could see she was close to her very limit. Almost any freshmen could casually push her over, but she actually still stood up and faced captain Ferdinand of team Southern Monsoon and his body entirely disproportional with hers.
“You better give up.”
Ferdinand couldn’t help but shake his head. “Maybe you could beat me in ordinary times, but now there’s no way you’re my match. Better for you to prepare and transfer to our Southern Monsoon Academy. You’ve already seen that there’s no useless teammate in our group…”
“It’s finally coming to end.”
Chris’ voice suddenly interrupted his words, however.
“What do you mean?” Ferdinand stared blankly at her. The entire plan had processed with incomparable smoothness from the moment Zola defeated Gerrin. But for some reason, looking at Chris and her body about to topple at any moment, there was a feeling of extreme danger subconsciously welling inside him.
“Pa!”
The instant Ferdinand closed his mouth in amazement, a bad premonition rising in his heart, the swaying Chris suddenly fell heavily on the ground.
The heart of every person in the stands banged fiercely.
A referee ran to Chris at lightning speed. Everyone saw Chris shake her head at the referee, then prop herself on her hands and try to get up, but having some momentary trouble doing so.
“Huff…”
Ferdinand and the teachers from Southern Monsoon Academy all let out a sigh of relief. They thought, she was a normal human after all, she couldn’t just keep fighting on and on like an amazing miracle.
“Chris, don’t fight anymore! You’ll die if you go on!” The cry of a Holy Dawn girl suddenly came from the stands.
The vast majority of Holy Dawn students felt their chests stuffed by a great boulder, an unspeakable sadness.
From Zola at the beginning to Crewe just then, every battle had been extremely arduous for Chris. Her display was already perfect, but she was only a small little girl when all was said and done. In such a big Holy Dawn Academy, there was actually no one who could give her strong support, forcing a girl like her to fight her way to such a state. In this match, the honor and hope of the entire academy actually pressed down entirely upon her shoulders alone.
Don’t fight anymore!
Along with that Holy Dawn girl’s tearful shout, the vast majority of Holy Dawn students seemed to shout such a shout inside themselves, wanting Chris to give up.
However, what cut off everyone’s breath was, they could see Chris slowly, slowly, in the center of the field, stand up tenaciously.
Belo was unusually quiet. His glasses seemed to flash with a layer of light.
The moment Chris swayed left and right, standing up once again, Ayrin remembered many scenes.
“You are free to pursue your own dreams…”
“What’s your dream?”
“Courage is the gateway to every dream.”
“Belo, I know what my dream is now.” Ayrin suddenly whispered to Belo besides him. “My dream, it’s to help her defeat every opponent, become the national champions.”