Chapter 34: Challenges, black balls! (1/2)

Chapter 34: Challenges, black balls!

“Disaster! I’m going to be late!”

At dawn, Ayrin suddenly woke up after sleeping like a dead pig, sat up, and shouted in alarm.

“Today’s teacher Huston’s own training day, there’s no need to go to class,” Belo reminded Ayrin, lying on the opposite bed, some kind of grass hanging on his mouth.

“Oh yeah, I forgot.”

Ayrin fell back like a heavy sack. He wanted to sleep for another while, but then he abruptly sat up again. “I can’t sleep now, I have to train hard! I have to condense arcane particles!”

“You were beaten black and blue yesterday, aren’t you hurting at all?” Belo said, glancing at Ayrin.

“Oh, you’re right.”

Ayrin’s face stiffened. All of a sudden, his spirited appearance turned into an expression of pain.

“It hurts! It really hurts!”

His hands repeatedly rubbed over his body, as if they were spasming.

“Someone with such a slow reaction is indeed rare enough.” Belo snorted coldly in his mind. He leisurely sat up, watched Ayrin’s strong reaction and his painful breathing, and said with a total lack of empathy, “You want to eat something? If you don’t, I’ll go have breakfast by myself.”

“Eat something?”

Ayrin blanked out.

Then he seemed to realize something and immediately shouted, “So hungry so hungry!”

“Belo, look at my hands, they won’t stop shaking.”

Shouting his hunger, he stretched his hands out at the same time to let Belo see.

Belo was speechless.

“It looks like teacher Huston’s method makes sense. See, I’m so hungry my hands are already shaking like this, now if I can still complete my training and use arcane skills, I’ll definitely become stronger.” Ayrin started to be unexpectedly a little excited. He felt as if even the last shred of warmth was about to drift out from the minute particles inside his body. The most important thing was, because he was too hungry, hungry to the point the feeling of weakness drowned everything else, the places on his body that had been hit didn’t seem as painful anymore.

“In that case, you just continue to shake.” Belo stood up without the slightest trace of interest, ready to go out.

“Wait! I remember thinking yesterday of a method to condense arcane particles as fast as possible, other than the one teacher Huston taught me.”

“What method?” Belo paused in the doorway.

“It’s to keep challenging opponents stronger than us!” Ayrin thought back to last night’s fight with excitement and gestured with his shaking hands. “That Kybaver last night was really strong, he can prop his body just with a single hand and spin really fast on the ground, he can create three afterimages just with the swinging motion of his body, so fast I had no way to see it clearly. I noticed though, I progressed a lot faster fighting him compared to training alone. I think I was somewhat able to clearly see his movements toward the end!”

“I realize now. Living, powerful people will always bring a greater pressure than trees that can’t move. If you don’t fight to the utter limit, you’re the one who’ll get beaten! That’s why we’ll definitely progress a lot faster than doing foundation drills by ourselves if we challenge powerful opponents, challenge those strong senior students.” Ayrin looked excitedly at Belo. “Belo, what do you think, am I right?”

“If that’s what you think, then we’re of one mind.”

Belo turned back, white light flashing on his glasses. “In that case, I’ll reluctantly take you in and form the Two Class Tyrants with you.”

“…” Ayrin blinked. “It looks like my method is more or less the same as you going out of your way to scuffle with senior class tyrants.”

“It doesn’t matter, you’ve always been slow on the uptake, slow reactions and slow thinking.”

Belo pushed his glasses. “Since you finally understand that you’ll progress much faster challenging those guys, I just happen to have a suitable candidate.”

He took out a card from his clothes and handed it to Ayrin.

“What’s that?” Ayrin curiously took Belo’s card. He froze blankly as soon as he took a glance at it. “Chris?”

This cardboard card was made with exquisite care. There was someone’s portrait on it, almost true to life, together with words of introduction. The girl on the current card was clearly Chris.

“Oh, I took the wrong one.” Belo took the card back as if nothing happened. He fished out another card and gave it to Ayrin. “I spent money to have these personage cards made. If you beat up people following the portraits, you definitely won’t hit the wrong person!”

“Don’t tell me you even want to beat up Chris.” Ayrin looked speechlessly at Belo. Then looked at the card in his hand.

“Rowan Flint?”

The figure drawn on the card was a boy with a sharp chin and long black hair.

“That’s right.” Belo said, looking at Ayrin, “This Rowan guy is the strongest in a second-year class, his father is a titled arcane master of clan Flint, that’s why he’s in possession of a couple unique secret clan skills. His fighting skills are also decent. In summary, he’s equivalent to the fusion between Kybaver and Dyfer from yesterday, but he’s a bit stronger than Dyfer still when it comes to arcane skills.”

“He’s that strong?” Ayrin firmly brandished his fist. “Then we’ll go challenge him right now?”

“You’d be a burden if we went right now. You can’t be of any help at all with your current level, you’d just be in the way instead. Even if you can’t land a hit on the opponent, at least you can’t be instantly sent flying, you have to be a distraction and help me split that guy’s attention.” Belo smiled coldly. “However, since you and I are finally of a single mind, I can actually think of a way to help you increase your strength a little.”