Chapter 33: The Three Freshmen (2/2)
The Kybaver kneeling on one knee on the ground was the only thing in Ayrin’s vision at this precise moment.
He approached Kybaver step by step, his entire body burning with the will to fight. His steps were very slow at first, but then they became faster and faster. He began to run.
Under the oppression of the intensely dangerous atmosphere, resisting his pain, Kybaver also stood up.
“Reverse Pile!”
He suddenly turned around when Ayrin was only a few meters away from him, seemed to fall forward. His hands pressed fiercely on the ground, pushing his body backward, almost standing upside down. His feet kicked backward in Ayrin’s direction.
This was a very baffling close-combat technique. The opponent would often be at a complete loss when they saw the turn-around and the fall at the beginning.
“What?”
In Kybaver’s view, just like he hadn’t been able to dodge his “Gale Spin,” his “Dancing Willow,” or the other combat techniques, Ayrin couldn’t possibly evade this blow either. But what made his mind immediately go blank was, his rearward kick kicked the air!
“Ah!”
Ayrin’s loud yell flooded his ears.
A punch struck upward and landed viciously on his body.
An intense pain filled his mind with an explosive bang. Only then did the scene of the exchange right now subconsciously float into his mind: Ayrin shrank his body down and dodged past the kicked he aimed at Ayrin’s head, then bombed his fist forward with sudden force and struck his belly.
“How’s that possible?”
He crashed heavily on the ground, in so much pain he couldn’t even breathe, his body twisting on the ground. Even at this moment, he couldn’t understand how Ayrin escaped from his attack.
Ayrin rested his hands on his knees, just like Chris. He heavily wheezed nonstop.
Kybaver lay face up on the ground, his body twisted. He couldn’t stand up, and his eyes were a little glazed.
“It’s because of the pain, it caused the movements to slow down…” At the other side, his face looking just like that of a savage beast, Belo examined Ayrin once again. “But Ayrin suffered several more painful blows, this means this guy has a strong capacity to withstand hits… And maybe he already progressed a little in this short amount of time and got a little used to his opponent’s speed, that’s why this guy was able to dodge this move.”
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“Kybaver actually lost to a freshman?”
Dyfer was still continuously evading Rinloran’s attacks. Seeing Kybaver hit the ground once again, completely unable to stand up, while Ayrin was still standing after knocking him down, the cold sweat on his face immediately flowed like a river.
He was the only one left now, while the other side still had a seemingly intact Belo. That was why there was no way for him to win today, no matter what happened.
He immediately yelled as a result, “I admit defeat!”
“Trash!” Belo snorted coldly in contempt as soon as he heard his loud shout conceding defeat.
Rinloran didn’t stop however.
Dyfer’s cold sweat flowed even harder. His heart was more and more afraid. “I already admitted defeat!”
“I told you to leave at the beginning, but you didn’t leave. Now it’s too late to think about throwing in the towel and walking away,” Rinloran said in a cold voice.
“He’s cold and arrogant enough.” Belo glanced at Rinloran’s silhouette that moved so fast it seemed to vanish. “I’m admirative though.”
Dyfer had entirely lost the will to fight. He panicked, and his movements immediately slowed down a step.
“Pa!”
Rinloran’s kick landed on his back.
He immediately yelled miserably, falling forward and sliding on the ground. His face became thoroughly muddy from the fall.
On the periphery of his vision, he saw Rinloran once again leap up high, fall down like a flash of lightning, kick toward his face.
“Ah!”
His hands immediately hugged his head, but Rinloran’s kick actually landed ruthlessly on his belly. With a wretched scream, his eyes bulged, and he immediately fainted.
This clearing inside the forest of huge trees suddenly recovered its calm.
Those like Sneijer who weren’t passed out didn’t even dare make the slightest sound of pain.
Belo watched a cold Rinloran go back and take the arcane master weights. The red light began to fade from his eyes, and his body went back to normal. Only his eyes glinted nonstop. Who knew what slyness he was plotting.
“Ah? The fight’s over, we won?’
Ayrin’s voice rose at this moment, a little out of touch with the mood. He struggled to lift his head, looking like he just came back to his senses.
Belo wore his glasses back, nodded to the people on the ground who couldn’t get up, and said, “Idiot, you can’t even tell if the fight’s over. Or maybe you could give them another beating?”
“We finally won!”
Ayrin planted his ass on the ground, then he immediately laid down on his back.
Belo shouted at him, “Are you dead yet, you want me to take you to the infirmary?”
“No need.” Ayrin lay like a dead snake, but his tone suddenly turned excited. “I thought of another way to condense arcane particles as fast as possible.”
Belo frowned. “What way?”
“I’m so hungry…” Ayrin wanly said, “Too hungry… I forgot already.”
“…” Belo and Rinloran immediately turned to stone.
“Rinloran, you’re pretty good. What do you say about joining us and becoming the Three Freshmen?” When Rinloran was done wearing his clothes and about to leave, Belo said full of zest, “We can do many interesting things together.”
Rinloran didn’t turn back, merely sent an icy “Not interested.”
“This guy’s anti-social indeed, very haughty.” Belo pushed his glasses, white light flashing on the lenses under the light of the stars.