Chapter 40: Celebrity fighter (1/2)

Chapter 40: Celebrity fighter

“Sevenfold Gravity Gym!”

Moss was a little numb from the shock. Cold sweat flowed continuously down his body. His fear diminished bit by bit; there was something new seeping inside him. The conceit inhabiting him back when he first joined Holy Dawn Academy began to vanish for good.

Gravitational gym, this was one of the most special gyms.

Thanks to some unique materials, anyone entering the area would weigh heavier than usual.

Sevenfold gravity gym, this meant that anyone entering inside would weigh seven times heavier than usual. Moreover, the force was spread out uniformly over the whole body, hence those who weren’t used to it had trouble even maintaining balance.

It was indeed difficult even walking normally inside for ordinary people, but the Iron Forest guys stood right now as if nothing were out of the ordinary, as if there wasn’t any difference with standing outside.

“These Iron Forest guys, their bodies are truly made of steel!”

A burst of “ka ka” came to Moss’ ears, the sound made by the joints of his fists clenched too hard.

This sound suddenly made Stingham aware of his presence. He turned his head and saw his face covered with sweat. Stingham mumbled, “What a weird guy. It’s not raining outside, why’s his face so wet.” Then, still looking as narcissistic as ever, he walked forward and went inside the building.

Sweat gathered under Moss’ chin. Dripped to the ground.

At this very moment, Moss could hear the sounds of his own heartbeats.

He saw Stingham walk inside, not looking affected in the slightest, as if he were leisurely strolling outside.

Silence descended in the gym.

“I’ve never seen you before. You’re a freshman who’s never participated in any match before?” Ferguillo asked once again. His voice was still faint, but it seemed exceptionally cold in the silent gym.

“Haha.” Stingham laughed out loud, tossing his hair. “I’m indeed a freshman who’s never fought in any match, but this year I’ll certainly become all the rage in St. Lauren, a dazzling character who’ll make myriads of pretty girls go crazy, the most powerful, most handsome lady-killer in the tournament!”

“I really can’t stand this kid anymore. Big boss, let me beat him up?” This was a boy looking especially intrepid, the sides and rear of his head shaved smooth with only the hair on top of his hair left, tied into a braid. His chest bulged high, several overlapping cross-shaped scars on it. He said to the still calm-looking Ferguillo, “We don’t have much friendship with that group of people from Golden Lion Academy anyway.”

Ferguillo didn’t waste the slightest breath, saying indifferently, “Be careful.”

The previously mild-looking intrepid boy suddenly turned sinister.

“Kid, you’re actually the first one to have the balls to come in our Iron Forest Academy and talk to us like this. I’ll definitely give you a proper welcome.”

“Bloodthirsty Berserk Punch!”

Moss’ feet carried him to the gym’s doorway on their own. What made his breath choke in his throat was, with only a nasty laugh, this intrepid boy turned into a gust of raging wind, his punch bombing toward Stingham.

The muscles on one side of his body swelled up violently in an instant, this side of his body almost doubling in size. When his first step landed forward, the wind his punch blew up was already blowing Stingham’s hair straight backward, seeming to lengthen them.

“Swish!” A sound like a blade slicing through the air.

Stingham’s figure suddenly vanished from Moss’ vision.

“Ah!”

Many stifled cries of surprise rang inside the gym.

Stingham was already in front of the intrepid boy. He stretched a hand out and clutched the intrepid boy’s throat.

It was only one hand, but it firmly held the boy in place!

The intrepid boy’s body returned to its normal state. His whole face turned blood-red.

“Pa!”

Just one second later, with a shake from Stingham, this intrepid student a full head taller than him flew out. Heavily fell on the floor.

Moss had no idea how to describe his mood at this instant.

Stingham merely let out an enchanting smile and shook his hand. “That’s really too slow.”

A painful groan came from the boy fallen on the ground. He couldn’t climb back up any longer, for now.

“Death’s Clutch.” A tall boy gloomily said. He sported a buzz cut, and the joints of his hands were especially thick.

Other than Ferguillo, the other people all nodded with a solemn face.

Death’s Clutch, this was a secret skill from Golden Lion Academy that created a flow of wind with arcane particles and pulled the opponent straight into one’s hand. It was said to be extremely difficult to grasp, but not only did Stingham display a speed surpassing everyone’s imagination with this arcane skill, its might was also exceptionally strong.

“A particularly strong affinity for arcane power. The might of his arcane skills is much stronger compared to ordinary people.” Ferguillo’s voice sounded one more time. “He’s an arcane master with a special bloodline.”

“Big bro, let me go?” a male student asked, turning his head toward Fergillo. He had a queer hairstyle, short on one side, long hair hanging down on the other, covering his skin fair white.

Ferguillo thought a little, then nodded his head. “Ok.”

Stingham’s gaze swept past Ferguillo to the boy with the peculiar hairstyle, earnestly saying all of a sudden, “Are you the one called Wilde? I’ve heard about you. Your hairstyle is indeed very cool,” as if he truly very much appreciated his hairstyle.