Chapter 363: A Real Mans Desire (2/2)

”OMG! Commando Hu, I LOVE U!” Karl shirked as tears streaked his face. After this fight, everyone would remember Hu Yangxuan as the young warrior form the A-Class academy, Ayrlarng.

Even Zhang Buyu and other inner court disciples watched Hu Yangxuan with a newfound respect. He had broken the inner court disciple's prejudice against the outer court, and proved that anyone with hard work would able to become a worthy fighter.

A flurry of reports about the details of the match came after the fight. Although Hu Yangxuan was not a renowned fighter, his perseverance and bravery had become the focal point of all reports.

It was unfortunate that Hu Yangxuan would not be able to enjoy the flashlights of the journalist until he had awoken from a coma. The Blood Rage had overdrawn Hu Yangxuan's soul energy, and therefore, he would likely be bedridden for a long time to recover.

That being said, it was a small price to pay for his dignity. After the fight, Hu Yangxuan no longer feared any opponent, as he was confident that he could pull through just about anything.

Thanks to Hu Yangxuan, the A-Class Academy Ayrlarng had once again come to the public's attention. As people noticed the vast improvement of the school ever since the new principal's arrival, Samantha's fame also soared quickly. With its fast growth, the public started to anticipate the old school to reinstate its former glory.

Every S-Club member could not be prouder of their membership on that day. Slowly but surely, the S-club started to gain strength and influence across all schools in the confederation.

After the match, Zhou Sisi wrote and published an article, praising the fighting spirit of Hu Yangxuan and insisting on the academy's responsibility of nurturing such mettle in every student's heart, in addition to passing down technical knowledge.

Meanwhile, in the arena, Ivantians took up most of the seats to watch their prince Patroclus's fight. The Ivantian audiences didn't know anything about Patroclus's opponent, and neither did they care.

Patroclus's opponent was another warrior from the S-Club—Apache. He was considered by the club members as the second strongest fighter within the club, closely following Wang Tong. However, his opponent was the invincible Patroclus.

Everyone, including Apache, was convinced that the Ivantian would come out as the winner. But, it didn't dull Apache's anticipation for the match at all.

”Don't let the Ivantians look down on us!” Cao Yi encouraged Apache before the match.

”Do it for Bernabeu!” Luo Manman said.

”Hehe, don't worry. Even Hu, the pretty boy, had turned into a commando, much less me. I won't give up that easily.”

Apache sauntered to the stage, and as he watched the placid face of the Ivantian prince, he drew a deep breath to ready himself for the toughest fight of his life.

Patroclus didn't bring any weapon. It appeared that no one so far was worthy of seeing his lance.

The referee blew his whistle—the match had finally started.

Apache was well aware that his advantage was his speed. With his level five soul energy, Apache reasoned that he might have a chance after all, despite it being a very slim one.

'Slow and steady wins the race, but fast and furious can set the pace.'

Before the referee's whistle blow had faded, Apache had stormed towards his opponent like a gale. Instead of attacking right away, he had used the large space on the stage to put on speed and charge up the kinetic energy in one decisive blow.

Apache never dreamed of fighting a prolonged battle with a far superior opponent.

He ran around Patroclus in a circle and soon, he had gained such speed that his body had turned into a blurry shadow.