Chapter 43: Attack then, brave warrior! (2/2)

“Haha.” Ayrin laughed. “Probably… Weren’t we talking about Ferguillo, Stingham, and the issue about Divine Shield Academy though?”

“Since even you aren’t afraid of them, even you are shouting about joining the academy’s team, then how could I lose to you, how could even someone like you be better than me!”

Moss looked at Ayrin’s proud laughter and started to shout in a loud voice, “Come then! We’ll fight first, then after I whoop your ass, we’ll go scout Divine Shield Academy together, how about it? I can tell you that, although there isn’t anyone as famous as Ferguillo in Divine Shield’s team, they’re still regulars at the national tournament! Their team has long been publicly acknowledged as a powerful team!”

“No problem! I won’t let you beat me though!”

Ayrin’s eyes were also suddenly filled with a blazing will for war. “Come then! Brave warrior of the starry skies, let me see how strong you truly are!”

“Don’t blame me when I smack you down!”

There was only Ayrin in Moss’ vision now. He shouted loudly, then the ground at his feet suddenly shook, and he pounced on Ayrin like an arrow shooting from a bow!

“Explosive Blazing Punch!”

Boom! A ball of fire punched out.

“What!”

At this moment, when this fist burning with raging fire punched out, Moss noticed Ayrin’s every trace had already vanished from his front.

“Pop!”

A fist landed on Moss’ back from the rear. Moss shot forward four to five steps in succession before finally managing to stand firm.

“This guy’s speed actually reached such a level already?”

Moss turned around, his back in pain. He looked with disbelief at an Ayrin complacently pleased with himself.

“How is it, can you still fight, brave warrior?” Ayrin brandished a fist in his direction. “I only used half my strength.”

“You’re too full of yourself, now you’re dead for sure!”

“Storm Combo!”

A roar came from Moss’ throat. The movements of his entire body became twice as fast as they were only a moment ago. His hands and feet turned into strip after strip of flowing afterimages. In an instant, countless punches struck at Ayrin from every direction like a storm.

“Brave warrior, this isn’t enough yet eh, I’m a brave warrior who went through the trial of the ball bouncing room!”

“Brave your ass!” Moss shouted. But what made him incredulous was, Ayrin stayed free and effortless under his attack. With every one of his punches, Ayrin dodged with matchless ease, or simply slapped his fist away.

“Pa!”

A foot dragging a blur behind it ruthlessly kicked his belly.

“Ah!”

Moss hugged his belly, his whole person lift up from the ground. His two knees landed heavily on the ground. He even almost puked out everything he ate in the morning.

“Brave warrior, your spirit is admirable but your movements are too slow. You’re lacking in training.” Ayrin looked at his appearance and laughed out loud. However, he yelled at the same time, his will for war not diminishing the slightest, “How is it, can you still fight!”

“You’re dead for sure!”

Moss’ rested his hands on the ground. It seemed as if raging winds were blowing from his throat.

“What’s that?”

Ayrin suddenly stared, his eyes open wide.

He saw Moss’ body swell up rapidly. Not the empty swelling of an inflated balloon, but rather the kind of swelling where his muscles bulged continuously, becoming tougher and tougher. Ayrin even felt arcane power clearly converging from the air to the inside of Moss’ body, seemingly turning into Moss’ muscles.

Groaning, tearing sounds came from the academy uniform on Moss’ body, when it was very loose previously. His figure had fully doubled, standing up from the ground like a mountain of flesh.

Even the muscles on his face bulged like rocks. His red hair stood erect on his head. Moss’ outer appearance was now entirely different than usual.

The shadow of a giant loomed over Ayrin.