Chapter 227: An Easily Deceived Lass (1/2)

”He won! Calvin won!”

Fatty Zachary's piercing voice reverberated throughout the area.

When his words fell, the trainees and the officers around him finally awakened from their trance.

”Just what happened?”

The betting agent stared at the scene above the wooden podium.

”Calvin won?” He couldn't help but mutter to himself seeing the scene above the stage.

Indeed, Calvin seemed to have won given that his hand was placed on...

Christine's chest?

”Holy shit!” Fatty Zachary finally saw the scene up above the podium and his pupils constricted.

But then what followed afterwards was a piercing scream, ”Brother! You won! Congrats!”

”Calvin actually won?!”

Fatty Zachary might be delighted by the turn of events, but the trainees were in despair.

The betting agent's eyes shone in an avaricious light. Most of the trainees had bet on Christine's victory. Even if he had to compensate Instructor Lawrence double than what he had staked, the betting agent would still earn about a hundred pesos. As a fellow trainee who had no source of income for food other than the government rations, hand-outs, and allowance...

A hundred pesos was a significant amount of money.

Furthermore, he didn't have to worry about anyone stealing his money.

How could people try to mug him when his status as the betting agent seemed to be legitimate...

Yes, legitimate.

People saw Instructor Lawrence bet on Calvin's victory on him, so the trainees thought that he must be a legitimate betting agent for the officers.

But even though the trainees were already thinking that Calvin had the victory on the bag, the betting agent still needed to wait for the authentication and recognition of both instructors. Unless they announced who had won the match, it was still unclear if he would really get the rewards that he deserved for his quick-thinking earlier.

”Instructor, sir! Who won?!” A trainee who had nonchalantly bet a peso coin for Calvin's victory earlier asked excitedly.

Instructor Lawrence didn't reply.

It was because he had no idea who won!

He leaped into the air, thinking that he had to forcefully stop the battle due to Christine's violation of using a lethal technique in a sparring session. But did she really use a lethal technique, or not? Because if she did, then Calvin would automatically claim the victory. Although it would probably be physically impossible since if Christine had indeed used a lethal technique—he would've probably been dead by now.

But since he was still standing.

Instructor Lawrence and Deputy Instructor Eutem were more inclined to believe that they had been mistaken.

However, they could swear with their lives on the line that the fluctuations they had witnessed and the wind that surrounded Christine earlier must be the result of the Allana Martial family's Art of Wind-Chasing's ultimate skill!

Left without a choice and under the threat of losing their face in front of the other trainees...

Instructor Lawrence turned to look at Christine and a gaze that seemed to be asking for help appeared in his eyes.

Christine let out a sigh. No matter what, she couldn't possibly be a sore loser and say that she won when she clearly lost.

In that battle, Calvin had thoroughly dominated her.

But she was dominated in a way that she couldn't understand at all in the entire fight.

It was only when Calvin landed that final palm strike did Christine understood.

Calvin was...

Calvin was using a Martial Art that seemed to be similar to the Art of Wind-Chasing but was actually even stronger than it!

Christine became filled with curiosity towards the young man. She wanted to know if Calvin stole the Martial Art from her family, or if he made it herself through a series of enlightenment and inspirations. If it was the latter, then Calvin was a genius that only appeared once every thousand years, but if it was the former...

Christine would definitely report her to the family patriarch!

But the question was, how was Christine supposed to ascertain which among the two choices was correct?

Well, there was a way to find this answer once and for all.

But it required Calvin's consent.

And Christine would never do the test without Calvin's contest after having received a boon from him.

”Calvin won...” Christine said these two words and the trainees erupted into cheers.

”Seriously...?” Deputy Instructor Eutem looked like he couldn't believe the words that came out of Christine's mouth.

Instructor Lawrence let out a sigh before he eventually erupted into a peal of laughter, ”Eutem! Remember what you said before the match started! You're the one that's going to pay for everything that I will eat and fuck in Azucar for the next two weeks! Hahaha!”

”Damned it...” Deputy Instructor Eutem gnashed his teeth in frustration but there was nothing that he could do.

Calvin's lips repeatedly twitched.

These bastards...

Are they really instructors?

How could they bet on who will win in a battle between two trainees?

As for this Fatty, damn. This guy is shameless.

He obviously made a bet in support of Christine but he's acting like he's won the jackpot because of me.

Calvin could only shake his head.

The eventful morning soon came to a close.

Evening came and while Calvin was wandering the training grounds to go to the lavatory which was a few hundred meters away from their sleeping dormitory, a silhouette came descending upon him.