Chapter 110: Battle Trance (2/2)

Martyrus finally realized that Wang Tong was the real secret weapon, but the revelation came much too late.

Samantha had hidden her secret well, and no one had suspected Wang Tong ever since the beginning of the tournament. Even after Wang Tong's victory over the best, everyone still considered Wang Tong much weaker than Apache in a real fight.

However, in reality, Wang Tong was the strongest of all Ayrlarng's contestants.

”Kiddo, not bad, but you should have made sure that I am done for good.” Apache was back on his feet and was staring at Wang Tong with a pair of bloodshot eyes.

Apache had gone beyond anger; he had gone utterly mad — a side effect of years of merciless battles. The fall of his comrade had many times sent him into a battle trance like this. Apache no longer saw this as a tournament, to him this was as real as a battle, and he wouldn't stop until his enemy laid dead.

Although the traditional knowledge was that the rate of utilizing GN force averaged out to be the same among fighters, and therefore, the soul energy was the determining factor in a soldier's strength, it was far from the truth in case of an entranced fighter. Fighters in battle trance could temporarily ignore their injury and exponentially increase the efficiency of their GN force output.

No one had thought that Apache would enter a battle trance in a school tournament, not even Apache himself.

The first time he entered a trance was during a fight against pirates; it was triggered by the death of his captain who was trying to save Apache's life. No pirate had survived the bloodshed that followed on that day.

”Lightning Strike!”

Apache picked up the curved blade on the ground and immediately swirls of GN forced launched at Wang Tong. Although Apache's senses were limited during a battle trance, he also became unaffected by the illusions of Wang Tong's footsteps.

Students from Bernabeu saw a glimpse of hope rising in front of them. Although the battle trance was an unorthodox method, it was not entirely unheard of. If Apache could control his trance well, he might be able to tip the scale of the battle in favor of him.

Fighters in a trance had only one thing on their mind: annihilating their opponent. The lack of consciousness had removed restrictions on their soul energy; therefore, fighters in a trance could reach the limit of their soul reading.

One of the attacks hit Wang Tong, and the force sent him stumbling back a few feet. Before Wang Tong could gather himself, he saw another wave of belligerent barrage coming at him.

Apache had become unstoppable. Neither Martyrus nor Samantha knew what to think of this new development. It was exceedingly rare to see a fighter become entranced in a PA fight.

Wang Tong had already sustained a few hits, Apache's movements were so fast that his body had become a blur. The normal biological function of Apache's body had already taken the backstage while his body was filled to the brim with GN force that drove him deeper into his madness.

Wang Tong was hit by an uppercut, and his body flew up into the air. Like he did before, Apache caught his opponent's ankle and slammed the body hard onto the ground.

Apache followed right away with the blade that was then infused with sizzling GN force. This strike would break any defense of Wang Tong and would cut deep into Wang Tong's chest.

Hu Yangxuan's jaw dropped at the sight of the entranced Apache. He wondered what Wang Tong had done to have triggered Apache into a battle trance.

”Was it because of Wang Tong's aggressiveness?” Hu Yangxuan pondered. Truth be told, the answer to that question even eluded Apache himself.

Seeing the incoming killing-strike, Wang Tong pounded a fist at the blade.

The fist and the steel clashed once again.

A shockwave erupted from the center of the impact, laced with the sound of shattering metal.

Wang Ben saw a familiar light flashing across the arena, but he was still unable to discern what was inside of the light.

Apache's body finally dropped onto the floor one last time with a dull thud. The sound of Apache's body hitting the floor had awakened the mind of everyone in the audience.