Chapter 57: Superb momentum (1/2)

Chapter 57: Superb momentum

Ayrin immediately jumped down, helping Kybaver back to the resting area. Kybaver swayed on his feet, almost close to collapse. Ayrin said to him, “How is it, you probably don’t have enough strength left to fight the next match, right?”

“No matter though, just watch my performance next. I’m going to beat Rowan!”

“Who wants to watch your performance. What does your match with Rowan have to do with me.” Kybaver panted in rough breaths from the pain and scolded him like this in his mind. However, just like a war comrade, he leaned all the weight of his body against Ayrin’s shoulder.

At the very least, he defeated an opponent like Dulvi!

At least he could still sit in the contestants’ area and watch the selection, instead of lying on the field below, carried out on a stretcher by a squad of medical masters!

“This guy, no only is he an inborn battle master, he can even draw out and ignite abilities in others.” On the edge of the dome, Minlur couldn’t resist looking at Liszt with some admiration. “You really have sharp judgment, you actually saw through his talents back at the registration already.”

“No.” Liszt shook his head. “I hadn’t seen his special bloodline back then. What attracted me was merely his drive that seemingly no difficulty could stop.”

…

“Ayrin against Andrea!”

Ayrin jumped up from his seat as soon as he heard his own name.

What made everyone in the rest area speechless was, he suddenly yelled at the teacher who’d called his name, asking, “What, it’s not Rowan yet?”

“There are eight people altogether in every group. Now you fought a round already, so there are four left. As long as you win this time and Rowan doesn’t lose either, then you’ll definitely face each other in the next fight,” the teacher answered, a smile escaping his lips despite himself when he heard that question.

“Teacher, I want to request a change in the order of the fights!”

An extremely gloomy voice rang just at this moment.

“Mm?”

This teacher blinked in surprised. He turned his head around. He saw Rowan already on the verge of exploding, looking as if he were soon about to lose his self-control and from come forward to hit Ayrin. “Swap the order, but the selection…”

“The way the contestants are arranged in this selection, didn’t you teachers casually set it up by drawing lots?”

Rowan watched Ayrin with a look that seemed able of killing someone. “Since it’s only an internal competition in the academy, then I might as well request the teachers to arrange for us to fight first.”

“Teacher, can it be arranged?!” Ayrin immediately became excited as well. “Teacher, just set us up together first!”

This teacher said, looking a little awkwardly at the other teachers at the same time, “But… Even if I can arrange it, you will be at a little disadvantage if you first fought against him.”

“At a disadvantage? Why?” Ayrin asked.

“Because you don’t have arcane particles, you purely rely on your physical strength to fight. If he were to fight another round and consume a large amount of arcane particles though, it would be very favorable for you.”

“It doesn’t matter, I don’t need any unfair advantage over him!” Ayrin firmly brandished his fist. “Anyway, if I fought another match I might possibly consume stamina too. Just let me go against him first.”

Rowan’s face was black already. “Please teacher, I request you to set up our duel first.”

“Just let them fight first then. It’s just a small group fight with four persons still left anyway.” A lazy voice drifted down from the sky above just as this teacher hesitated. “We can chalk it up to agreeing to both their requests for a duel, let’s just say it’s a special arrangement.”

“Liszt, he came back?” This teacher’s eyes lit up. He nodded, not wasting too many words any further. “Alright, then you two fight first!”

“You’re dead now!”

Rowan threw some ruthless words at Ayrin. His silhouette flashed and fell down on the selection field below, carrying with him gusts of raging winds.

“Ayrin actually challenged Rowan on his own initiative!”

“Many people in second year suffered at Rowan’s hands… I really hope Ayrin can beat him.”

“Go Ayrin go!”

When Ayrin entered the field, everyone’s eyes were on him despite themselves.

Originally, in everyone’s cognition, there was a natural divide between arcanists and arcane masters that couldn’t be bridged. But Ayrin had not only knocked down an arcane master in front of their very eyes, he even went to Divine Shield Academy and challenged an arcane master. Although no clear victor ultimately emerged therein, he at least knocked down this Divine Shield student on the ground.

Right now, in almost everyone’s subconsciousness, they all thought Ayrin couldn’t defeat Rowan, but at the same time they still hoped for a miracle to occur. The more conflicted their moods, the faster their hearts beat.

“Bastard, you made me to fight so desperately, you definitely have to win as well!”

In the rest area, still in so much pain patches of darkness again and again filled his vision, Kybaver also twisted his face and firmly brandished his fist at Ayrin.

…

“You can begin!”

Rowan stood there without moving an iota after the teacher serving as referee declared the start of the fight. He said to Ayrin with cold tone that seemed to freeze into ice, “If you obediently kneel down and lick my feet, I can let you off.”

“Okay!”

Ayrin bent his waist, as if he truly were going to kneel down. But the instant he bent his waist down, his body suddenly accelerated and rolled on the ground as if it were a ball, then bounced up at an alarming speed and sent a punch flying in Rowan’s direction.

“So fast!”

Rowan’s body tensed. He propulsed himself to one side as if it were a conditioned reflex. He felt a burst of wind blow him by. Ayrin had already swept past where he previously stood at, standing five or six meters away behind his back.

“Very insidious. It’s just too bad you can’t even condense arcane particles yet!”

His shred of nervousness disappeared in an instant. A thick, cold smile floated on Rowan’s face thereupon.

Magenta arcane particles started to drift around his body, then become gust after gust of raging winds. In a mere instant, his body was wrapped inside the whirling tornado, sometimes disappearing and sometimes reappearing.

“Swish!”

His body suddenly disappeared inside the twister. Then, along a wind column dropping down from the air, he appeared behind Ayrin’s back.

“Your speed can simply not compare…”

Rowan’s voice filtered clearly through the winds. He originally wanted to say, your speed can simply not compare with the speed of an arcane skill like mine. However, these taunting words were actually cut off short right in the middle.

Because Ayrin had vanished without a trace in front of him!

Ayrin started to sprint madly!

Ayrin sprinted madly without the slightest pause, accelerating to his full speed. He dashed at full speed from beginning to end; the entire selection area filled with his afterimages!

“That’s the way he thought of?” At the edge of the dome, Ciaran’s faintly puckered eyebrows loosened. “Moving without the slightest interruption. This way, even if Rowan’s speed is higher than his, he still has no way to hit him since he can’t assess in which direction Ayrin’s next step will take him.”

The scene inside the field was almost the exact same as what Ciaran described. Wrapped inside wild winds, Rowan once appeared behind Ayrin’s back all of a sudden, but when a wind thorn fired at Ayrin’s back, Ayrin had already charged forward. The wind thorn struck empty air!

“It’s useless even if you block Ayrin’s way. When you block him, Ayrin’s still in motion, he’s always moving at full speed. Whether he strikes with arcane skills or punches, there’s always a slight delay to them, so they can’t hit him.”

“This little guy Ayrin, his movements far exceed ordinary people’s. He’s precisely trying to use this advantage of his to cope with Rowan.” Minlur’s eyes were thoroughly lit up. “This guy’s fighting intuition’s also very strong, very smart!”