Chapter 47: Bitter fight (2/2)
“Bastard, hurry up and roast my fifty kebabs!”
Aryin roared at this shop owner, then grabbed a handful of spice from the barbecue grill beside him.
“Why did this guy grab spice, does he like eating spice?”
“Don’t tell me this spice smeared on the barbecue can dull his pain?”
No one, not even Moss, knew what Ayrin was trying to do.
“Come! Bastard who can’t even enter your academy’s team but still dares to mock teams from other academies!”
Ayrin walked toward Ringel. Then all of a sudden, he firmly sprinkled the spice in his hand in Ringel’s direction.
The spice dispersed in the air. Quite a bit of it scattered on Ringel’s body.
“You!”
Ringel turned once again angry and agitated because of Ayrin’s weird actions and his previous words. But what no one knew was that, in Ayrin’s eyes, the Ringel covered in barbecue spice was now just like a living giant barbecue!
“So painful! So hungry!”
“I must absolutely defeat him!”
“As long as I beat him, I can eat fifty kebabs!”
Under the food’s scent and Ayrin’s self-stimulation, Ayrin’s body, just like during his painful training in the ball bouncing gym, burned with an even brighter fighting spirit!
“I actually have to see if you can still stand up this time!”
Ringel inexplicably lost control of his emotions under Ayrin’s coercing pressure. A faint sense of dread even rose in his heart. Right now, Ringel only had a single thought in mind: he had to thoroughly knock Ayrin out!
“Silent Blink!”
His figure, together with a burst of arcane particles, once again vanished from where he stood. He didn’t reappear behind Ayrin this time, but appeared in front of him.
“Swish!”
His fist tore through the air and mercilessly smashed on Ayrin’s chest.
A muffled sound of flesh striking flesh echoed in the air, making everyone’s chest shake, as if a great hammer was ruthlessly pounding their own chest.
“What!”
However, everyone, including the Ringel who’d struck Ayrin’s chest, all had their breaths cut off at this moment.
“Puff!” “Puff!”
Two pounding sounds boomed at the same time under Ayrin’s feet. A violent force surged from Ayrin at this instant. There was wild, savage power that rose from within his body and burst out along his legs.
His legs tightly supported his body. He actually didn’t fly out even suffering such a blow from Ringel, but tightly stood where he was instead.
“Not good!”
Ringel immediately saw Ayrin ferociously lift his head as soon as such an incredulous thought flashed in his mind. Ayrin’s face burning with a terrifying desire for war appeared in his eyes; it seemed especially malevolent.
“Explosive Air Surge!”
Then his entire vision was filled by a fist and a blast of air.
“Pa!”
Ringel’s body wholly flipped over and flew backward, heavily crashing on the ground!
“What!”
The surroundings were deathly still for an instant, then burst out with a giant cry of alarm.
Ringel lay on the ground, his hands pressing on his belly. His entire body was curled up, and he seemed to be momentarily unable to breathe because of the pain. He couldn’t even yell in pain.
Ayrin’s two feet supported his body like two iron pillars, but at this moment, he finally swayed, then fell backward.
Moss’ fists throbbed with pain because he was clenching them too hard. He jumped up in place like a madman the instant he saw Ringel struck down by Ayrin’s fist. He waved his fists, yelled wildly.
The next moment, seeing Ayrin topple on the ground, Moss immediately shouted like a madman, “How are you Ayrin? Are you okay Ayrin?”
“Don’t… come over… it’s a… fight between… the two of us…”
Ayrin’s voice rose once again. It was disjointed, stopping on and off, but it actually carried with it a power that awed hearts and minds, preventing Moss from going forward.
“Hiss…” A collective intake of cold air.
Everyone saw Ayrin still persevering, still struggling to stand up.
His hands pressed on the ground, constantly pushing. He kept failing, failing to get his body up, but he still pushed, still tried to get up!
“You… you’re dead now!”
Ringel’s voice also rose.
He sat up, gasping for breath in pain, his face distorted.
It seemed as if he couldn’t get up either for the moment, but his situation seemed a little better than Ayrin’s.
“Come then! Kebab!”
Ayrin’s consciousness was a little blurred. He couldn’t even remember Ringel’s name for a moment, so Ringel became kebab in his mouth. Every muscle and every bone inside him seemed to be shuddering, seemed to be hurting as if they were broken. But what stopped everyone’s breath once again was, he actually, swaying back and forth, stood up, stood up even faster than Ringel.
“I’m going to kill you!”
Ringel also stood up. His face was incomparably pale, because of the sharp pain. He was also soaked in cold sweat from head to toe. Drip after drip of sweat fell down from the tips of his hair.
Being forced into such a corner by a freshman who couldn’t even condense arcane particles, even being knocked on the ground. This absolutely was a huge shame!
An astounding murderous intent radiated from his body. Magenta arcane particles seeped out from his arms and legs, as if out of control.