Chapter 95: Futility of the weak! (2/2)

His overpowering act brought PIN-DROP Silence to the arena.

A few moments later, once the crowd registered what was happening, they burst out in cheers, hailing Elliot at the top of their lungs.

Feeling that the cheers were a bother, Elliot merely raised his left hand, and the crowd closed their mouths, showing that in this world where the weak respect the strong, Elliot has gained the position of the strong.

”Impossible…”

When she saw how he was playing around with her attacks, Linda felt the ground slipping from under her feet. Her fragile mentality shattered like a glossy vase. Along with that, his overpowering strength also sweeps away her baseless pride and overbearing arrogance, making her truly feel ignorant and powerless.

In front of the strong, the weak can only lower their heads. After all, the weaklings can not hurt the truly strong ones, no matter how they bare their claws and fangs.

She was the weak one at this moment, while he was a heavenly wall that she could never hope to breach.

Even if her nails shatter, even if her fingers and palms turn as red as blood, she wouldn't be able to budge this wall. That's what she felt at this moment, a feeling of powerlessness in front of absolute strength.

He made her realize the futility of the weak!

”Nothing is impossible for me,” Elliot said as his provocative gaze swept past the students standing beside Linda.

”What are you looking at, You Damn Bastard! So, what if you blocked the attack of my young miss. I'm not afraid of you!” One of the members of Linda's group barked out at him.

”…”

Linda and her high-class friends thought that the magician her family enrolled in the academy to protect Linda truly does not know the difference between Heaven and Earth.

Elliot smiled at his words, and his smile widened when he saw his legs shaking uncontrollably, and one look at Elliot's face told the onlookers with human blood on their hands that the crazy smiled plastered on his face belonged to a psychopathic killer. It was a smile a hunter makes when they are sure to get a kill. It was a smile a sane person wouldn't be making while looking at another human.

Even instructor Nina felt a bit scared of his smile, and she couldn't help but think about what has changed the kind, gentle, and bright six-year-old Elliot in her mind to the person in front of her.