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

“How? What should I do?” Ayrin became immediately excited.

“If you can still run and jump, then follow me to the school’s body training complex.” Belo glanced at Ayrin. “The facilities aren’t as good as some special complexes outside, but it’s enough already in your current state, plus it doesn’t cost any money.”

“Yesterday you said Kybaver’s family operated a body training complex.” Ayrin asked, a little embarrassed, “What kind of places are body training complexes?”

“Places where you train the basic qualities of your body when facing your enemies. You’ll know when you go there.”

…

Not even half an hour later, Belo, gnawing on a hot dog, and Ayrin, swallowing his saliva nonstop, arrived in front of Holy Dawn Academy’s body training complex.

Holy Dawn Academy’s body training complex was situated east of the Holy Dawn Arena, not far away from it. Its exterior appearance was extremely ordinary, black square constructions sitting on flat ground, like big iron boxes.

Belo led Ayrin in front of a relatively small building that happened to be empty, and casually said, “Kibaver’s Flurry of Leaves doesn’t even have a third of Chris’ speed, but you can’t dodge it even at that level. You first go properly practice in there.”

Ayrin watched the signboard at the building’s gates, reading out loud, “Ball Bouncing Gym?”

“After you go in, as long as I help you step on the pedals, black balls about the size of a fist will keep bouncing out. You can barely see things clearly with the visibility inside.” Belo explained, “The black balls bounce very easily, but they’re very hard and it’s very painful when they hit you. The only way’s to do your best to dodge, do your best to block them with your hands and feet. However, when these balls bounce out and hit the walls, they’ll bounce back. Also, you have to be careful not to step on the black balls rolling on the floor, otherwise it’s very easy to lose your balance and fall. Generally speaking, it’s more or less fine if you can withstand ten minutes inside. Ordinary moves from opponents like Kybaver most likely won’t hit you.”

“There’s actually such a venue. Then the other buildings must also be extremely interesting?”

“Don’t try to bite more than you can chew, try to deal with this place first.”

“Ok, let’s start!”

Not wanting to waste a single minute, Ayrin pushed the great gates open without the slightest hesitation and walked inside this building.

This was an almost entirely sealed room, about twenty meters wide, with only a few ventilation grills set on the walls and ceiling. It was very dim, just as Belo said, only a few sparse rays of light filtering through the ventilation grills.

There was an iron panel standing by the door, several pedals extending from the floor behind it.

After telling Ayrin to go to the center of the gym, Belo shouted “Begin!” without giving Ayrin any time to react, then firmly stepped on several pedals.

“Dong!”

Every pedal he stepped on seemed to lift up something heavy, then knocking on something.

“Whiz!”

Ayrin saw black shapes whiz through the air and smash in his direction before he could react.

“Ah!”

A miserable cry rose. His left eye had been cruelly hit.

Just as soon as his wretched cry sounded, his body suffered three or four blows in other spots.

There was indeed no way to differentiate the strengths of these bouncing balls with punches from Kybaver and the others. They were indeed extremely hard however. Everything they landed on his body, the impact and pain seemed as if a hammer pounded on his bones, almost to the point of cracking them, yet not at the level of completely cracking them.

“Too lame.” Belo’s contemptuous voice judged Ayrin’s performance. His feet didn’t pause the slightest bit however.

“Ah!”

In just an instant, the black balls seemed everywhere around him, smashing out nonstop. He had no idea any longer what was happening, he just dodged subconsciously, then punched and kicked as if he’d gone crazy.

“I have to hang in there!”

“Bastards, you blood balls can go die!”

He very soon reached the same state as after being repeatedly hit by Kybaver, his body seemingly not his anymore, a voice repeatedly tempting him to lie down. But still, he was unwilling to surrender.

Ten minutes later…

Belo stopped his movements. All the black balls slowly halted their bounces. They rolled on the floor, then stopped slowly.

Ayrin stood among a pile of black balls, his body trembling nonstop from head to toe. The hands hugging his head slowly lifted away.

Under the hands was a distorted face beaten black and blue, tears and snot streaking wild on it. Even if old Ginns were to come in at this moment, he probably wouldn’t realize this guy was Ayrin.

“Ten minutes are gone?”

“I won?” He cheered all of a sudden, even when he was already in such a state.

“You idiot, does it look like you won?” Belo was thoroughly speechless. “When I said ten minutes, I meant dodging and blocking your way through them, taking very few hits. Your ten minutes, you spent them getting beaten up!”

“No matter what, it’s still useful.” What made him even more speechless was, after being beaten so hard probably no one would be able to recognize him anymore, Ayrin actually still said with some satisfaction, “At the very least, I’ve been forced to my limits in these ten minutes. Usually, when I swing my arms or things like that, it’s definitely impossible to do it so fast.”