Chapter 105 - The Trick (1/2)
Draven defeated another student and waited for his next opponent. So far Fien`s result was the best one - as much as six seconds, even for the others it seemed something unbelievable.
Evan originally wanted to enter the arena, but he decided to wait. He still wasn't sure he could last ten seconds.
<His fighting style is too flexible. He is vastly superior to us in strength, which means he can win even with a simple stone throw. Neither offense nor defense will work against him, I need something in between or a different approach altogether.>
Evan watched the next contestant come out and wondered how he should proceed.
<Fien was able to last more than five seconds and it was the speed of her spell cast which helped her. He had to dodge and spend a fraction of a second doing so. But, there's one big problem that makes all my plans fall apart. If you miss one hit, you can say the fight is over.>
Evan wasn't sure if he could continue the fight if he took Draven's punch.
<I wonder how many seconds Roland would last? This guy's strength can grow of his own accord. I think that if he had wanted to, he would have lasted.>
Bam.
Another contestant dropped out and Draven calmly said: ”Four seconds, next.”
Immediately after his words a young man with thick black hair entered the arena. It was Bernt Vignes. You could tell at a glance that he was a hundred percent sure of himself and had no intention of losing. Bernt had no weapons as well as Magic Artifacts.
He stood in front of Draven and attacked first.
Whoosh.
Bernt struck Draven, but he ducked lightning fast. Of course, Bernt knew that his blow would not reach the examiner, his task was to buy time, even if he had to suffer for it.
Draven attacked quickly, and Bernt was ready for it. He was going to take Draven's punch, but not completely.
Whoosh.
Suddenly three thick wooden poles appeared out of the ground in front of the young man. Normally one would have been enough to block the rookie mage's attack, but now his opponent was many times stronger.
Crack.
Draven did not react at all to the wooden poles.
Crack.
His fist went through the three wooden pillars like through a piece of paper. The force of his punch shattered the poles into splinters.
Whoosh.
Draven's fist instantly reached Bernt and sent him flying. The young man rumbled into the wall, but the fight didn't end there. As he had planned, he was able to withstand one punch.
While Draven was destroying his wooden posts, Bernt managed to take half a step back, thereby reducing the maximum force of Draven's blow.
Brent felt a great pain, blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth, but he wasn't going to wait a second.
Immediately after the blow, while Draven had not yet reached him, Brent began casting another spell.
<Hmm, what's that?> Evan thought to himself. He had never seen a spell like this before.
Whoosh.
Smoke quickly appeared at Bernt's hand, it instantly turned into a sphere. Bernt clenched his fist tightly and slammed the smoke sphere into the ground with all his might.