Chapter 138 The spectacle begins (1/2)
Chapter 138 The spectacle begins
“Raging Bull Punch!”
“Combo Kick!”
“Storm Palm!”
“…”
The fight between Moss and Rykiel had thoroughly degenerated into a show of sandbag punching.
To preserve arcane particles, Rykiel even stuck to bottom-level skills. Even so, Moss couldn’t avoid any of them. He was already dizzy under the blows, and couldn’t even tell left from right.
“You can still stand up? You’re pretty resistant.”
“Just go down again!”
After Rykiel hit him another five or six times, Moss covered his face that no one could recognize anymore, and said, looking as though he was already half-conscious from the beating, “I concede. Or else I’ll be injured if this goes on and I won’t be able to participate in the next round.”
“You want to fight in the next rounds with that kind of level?”
At least half the people in the stands couldn’t stop themselves from holding their bellies and laughing like madmen.
“What the hell, what kind of team is that?”
“They beat up their own teammate even before the match. They even have internal strife, they tell their own to hurry up and concede. Look, look, that bunch of people is still eating free fruits!”
“There’s still someone eating free fruit?” Stingham turned his head around when he heard this. He really saw Ayrin and Belo eating free fruits. Even his own vision went black. “Ayrin, are you really a brainless Food Eating Monster? Aren’t you the second fighter, you’re about to go up there, what are you doing still gorging yourself?”
“I think I’m a bit hungry. My condition will be better if I eat some stuff.”
Ayrin laughed, a little embarrassed. Then he brandished his fist at a Moss holding his cheeks and stumbling his way back, “Brave warrior! You fought pretty well. You just sit down and eat some fruits.”
“Crash.” Everyone in the stands fell on the floor.
“What on earth is this team. He still said he fought pretty well? He didn’t even injure his opponent at all, the only thing he did was getting beaten up. You should be saying he got beaten up pretty well, alright?”
“He’s beaten black and blue already, sit down and eat some fruits?”
What made many people in the stand almost die from laughter was, Moss walked in front of Ayrin without saying anything, then really sat down and started to eat fruits.
“These guys.” Charlotte watched Moss and Ayrin, helpless. “What on earth are they plotting? Putting Moss first didn’t have any impact.”
“Carter is publicly recognized as a brilliant commander in St. Lauren. He definitely has some kind of plan.” Ivan glanced at Ayrin. The latter was obviously getting ready to go on stage. “I’m very much looking forward to this guy’s performance when he goes up in the field. When he goes on stage, it should time for team Holy Dawn’s demonstration to begin.”
“Captain, these guys are really too… too funny.” In a corner of the stands, the guys from team Sea God looked at captain Joyce, desperately choking down their laughter. “Captain, I wonder what others would think if they knew we came especially to cheer for them.”
Joyce shook his head. He looked at Ayrin from far away and muttered, “It’s really a strange team…”
…
“Haha, this guy looks very funny too.”
Ayrin stepped in the field, his face brimming with excitement. When Kleis announced his name, not only many spectators in the stands, even many thoroughly relaxed members in team Mountain Kings couldn’t resist laughing out loud.
“You’re called Ayrin?”
Seeing Ayrin come up, looking left and glancing right as though everything was very fresh and novel for him, Rykiel thought that this guy really looked a little dumb, a little foolish. So he couldn’t hold down his guffaw. He asked, “If I remember correctly, you’re the one who said in Breith Magazine that we weren’t worth as much as free fruits, right?”
Ayrin shook his head with a serious look and explained, “I just said I paid attention to free fruits and didn’t pay much attention to you.”
“Isn’t that disregarding us just the same?” Rykiel said deliberately, “It looks like you must be real strong, you must be at least an elite master with three open gates, right?”
“I’m not.” Ayrin smiled, a little embarrassed. “I’m only a freshman at Holy Dawn Academy, I opened my first gate not long ago.”
“Opened his first gate not long ago? He’s even a freshman, and he even directly told that to his opponent… Did team Holy Dawn really come here to make us laugh?” Many people were struck dumb again when they heard Ayrin’s words.
Rykiel was also amused when he heard. He gestured at Kleis he was ready, and told Ayrin at the same time, “Haha, pretty honest. Relax, I won’t beat you up as miserably as him.”
“Doesn’t matter, no need to hold back.” Ayrin smiled, and also gestured at Kleis he was ready.
“The fight begins!”
“Charge! Charge! Charge!”
Out of nowhere, Ayrin shouted repeatedly as soon as Kleis’ voice rose. His feet stamped heavily on the ground, again and again, causing muffled oppressive vibrations.
“What a powerful strength.”
“An arcane master with one open gate but almost the same strength as an arcane master with two gates. you’re not a total lost cause. It’s just too bad, you’re still a bit worse than me.”
Rykiel’s brows scrunched, then loosed. In that instant, his state of mind relaxed once again.
“Boom!”
Facing Ayrin’s swift charge, he chose not to dodge. Instead, he sent his own punch flying, smashing it head on against Ayrin’s incoming fist.
A muffled bang exploded in the air.
Rykiel merely swayed on his feet and retreated two steps.
“It hurts!”
While Ayrin only steadied himself after falling back five or six steps in succession. His left hand desperately rubbed his right fist while he exhaled nonstop in pain.