Chapter 97: Imagining the opponent as a chicken leg (2/2)
“Dead?”
Stingham became excited all of a sudden.
“…”
However, Ayrin suddenly bounced up the next second, and started running again.
“His hardiness is indeed superhuman. Just like we predicted before the match, it seems I have to hit him four or five more times before he entirely loses his ability to fight!”
The thought flashed like lightning in Silva’s mind. He accelerated again.
“What!”
However, what made him almost curse was, he suddenly saw a patch of red lighting up.
It was something he simply never thought of. Ayrin actually ran to where he tossed away his red shields, in what seemed to be a long premeditated move, and unexpectedly took one in each hand. He pulled the two fire shields erect and shrank his own body between them.
“…”
“It’s too funny.”
“Ayrin actually picked up the shields he threw away!”
Many people in the stands almost sprayed their spit in laughter.
“You!”
“You think that’s going to be useful?”
Blue veins even popped on Silva’s forehead. His fists pounded like rain on the two fire shields.
He was keenly aware that, by counting the time from when he first solidified them, these two fire shields only had around a third of their power left. They could only persevere for a few seconds at most under the intensity of his attacks.
“Crack…”
Just as he expected, the two fire shields crumbled entirely under his punches only a few seconds later.
“Ah!”
Many of his punches also landed on Ayrin at the same time, and sent him spraying out together with the fire shields’ broken fragments.
“Why is it like this?”
However, Silva’s body also froze in this instant.
He could feel as if he couldn’t maintain his “Ten Celestial Killing Hands” anymore, that they were about to collapse!
Logically speaking, he should absolutely have had enough arcane particles to last him long enough for another four or five attacks on Ayrin!
“He’s actually able to use every sort of way to make an opponent of this level run short of arcane particles. He’s indeed the most outrageous guy, the guy hardest to predict.” Carter, the one most aware of what was going on, couldn’t help but shake his head.
“It hurts it hurts!”
Ayrin jumped up, not looking at all like a master, and rubbed the spots on his body where Silva’s blows landed as if his life depended on it.
“I can’t waste any more time! The more I hesitate the less time I’ll have!”
With the spots blasted by the Evil Flaming Eye also hurting fiercely, Silva appeared again in front of Ayrin, his punches smashing Ayrin like a torrent.
“His arcane particles can’t sustain him any longer, he’s reached his limits!”
A chorus of alarmed cries descended from the stands at this moment. Everyone saw Silva’s ten arms formed by his arcane skill crumble one by one. Blue particles spilled on the ground like sand, then transformed into invisible primordial energy.
An absurd feeling once again popped in Silva’s mind.
Because he still felt that, though the time difference was tiny, there was still an anomaly in there he couldn’t control. The collapse of these ten blue arms happened faster than in ordinary circumstances.
“Ah!”
Just at this instant, Ayrin displayed the reckless tactics he most excelled in. He also punched with both his fists and ferociously smashed them on Silva’s chest.
The burn injuries on Silva’s chest immediately split open, spilling out fresh blood.
“Bang!” “Bang!” “Bang!”
Silva started counterattacking the instant he was hit.
The two rained their punches nonstop on their respective opponent, the two of them mutually beating themselves up as if they never went through any sort of training in arcane skills.
However, after a mere two or three rounds, Ayrin could still persevere, but Silva’s body couldn’t endure it any longer. He couldn’t find any strength in himself anymore.
His body became a sand bag constantly retreating in the air. He only fell down on the ground after Ayrin struck him with more than a dozen punches in quick succession.
“Ayrin’s really too tough! So cute!”
“Ayrin’s really too vigorous!”
“How savage, I like it!”
Countless such voices suddenly descended from many stands occupied by girls.
“…” Stingham was so depressed he couldn’t even talk anymore. He really couldn’t understand what was cute about getting beaten up.
Silva had thoroughly lost his ability to stand up. And he also knew full well that Ayrin’s fists would certainly rain down again without the slightest hesitation if he even thought about getting up. His face was swollen already, and his voice was vague and indistinct when he asked, “How did you break my Black Iron Haze Forest?”
“Because you already used Black Iron Haze Forest in the tournament last year. Teacher Carter explained it to me, he said that I should still be able to sense your concrete position if you had on you a smell I’m most likely to pay attention to. So before coming here, I bought a small bag of leftover chicken leg broth.” Ayrin looked at him and explained in a friendly tone, “So after I found out my opponent in this match was you, I sprinkled the broth on my own feet. Your body smelled like our academy’s roasted chicken legs after I landed the first kick. So, when you came near me inside the thick black haze, I sensed myself as a great chicken leg, and you were also a great moving chicken leg, heh heh.”
“…” Silva wanted to blow off his top and shout at the top of his lungs, just how much do you like them chicken legs! But he didn’t even have the strength to yell at this time.