The Author's POV
Chapter 80
—Start!
-Booom!
As soon as the referee announced the start of the match, like a missile, Alex shot in my direction. A shockwave resounded across the arena as his figure disappeared from where he was standing.
-Dash
Moments before Alex shot in my direction, tensing my calves I moved backward and quickly drew a circle in the air.
-Swoooosh
Just as the tip of Alex's spear was about to reach me, motioning with my fingers upwards, the ring I created moved right in front of the spear.
-Clank!
"Wh-at!?"
Caught off guard, Alex's arms which were still holding onto the spear tightly, flung in the air as the spear clashed against the ring disrupting its momentum.
His body became wide open.
Capitalizing on the opening, without skipping a beat, using the scabbard of the sword I hit him in the face and the sound of something breaking resounded across the arena.
-Kacha!
"Kuuuuaahhh!"
Taking ten steps back, Alex opened his eyes wide open as his hands held onto his nose.
-Drip! -Drip!
Soon red droplets fell onto the pavement of the arena. Taking a moment to process what had happened, Alex looked at the ground for a moment before screaming with bloodshot eyes.
"H-how dare you!"
-Vuam!
Soon, a thick pressure started emanating from his body, surrounding the whole arena.
Noticing the changes happening around me, I rubbed my chin and stared at Alex. The red hue surrounding his body had become thicker and stronger than before.
He was finally starting to take me seriously.
Licking my lips lightly, raising my hand I provocatively beckoned at him
"Come"
...
In the stands, watching the spectacle unfold before their eyes, Ronald and Samantha Dover were pleasantly surprised by their son's performance.
Although the match had only just started, from the way things were going, Ren seemed to be having the upper hand.
"Oh my god, since when did Ren become so strong?"
Covering her mouth to hide her shock, Samantha looked at her husband who although seemed to have had no significant change in expression was too shocked as his hands shook as soon as Ren hit Alex in the face.
"...He's definitely become stronger"
"Hmph, he just got lucky"
Martin, who was a few rows behind them, snorted.
However, although he said that, his face was grim. Sitting up on his chair, his eyes remained glued to the arena.
his opponent. There's no way such mistake would
on to convince him to join him, was currently losing Ren. Someone evaluated as a ranked
It just wasn't possible!
to lean in Alex's direction as soon as he released his full
Alex was on the
sighing in relief, Martin leaned back on his
tell you, he
...
-Clank! -Clank! -Clank!
was truly domineering and vicious. With each swing, he would directly aim for my heart and head resulting in me having to switch focus so that I could constantly defend myself from his attacks. Using the spear's long reach, he
this was more like
-Swooosh! -Swooosh!
move them towards where Alex
-Clank! -Clank!
of Alex's spear clashing against my rings repeatedly reverberated
crowd's booing
"Do something!"
"Fight back!"
"This is so boring"
from one ear to the other,
it looked like I was struggling, I really wasn't. Since I decided to hide my main sword art, I decided to use
what better way
hiding like a rat and
currently going nowhere, Alex screamed
"Just do something! Dammit!"
-Clank! -Clank!
more power and with greater speeds, I continuously matched his tempo and redirected the rings around me accordingly. Whenever I noticed that a ring was about to break, I would instantly create a new one. This endless cycle repeated
"Huu."
a deep breath, Alex stopped whatever he was doing and clenched his teeth
"What's wrong? Tired already?"
me, I immediately taunted. However,
spear increased. He was trying his best to calm himself down and come up with an appropriate
things through. This bastard is like a turtle. No matter how much power I put into my attacks he always blocks them
for anything that could help him, he soon took a look at
the imprints of his soles appeared
attack patterns
at the surroundings, Alex noticed that whenever he attacked he
the arena was that he had only been attacking from the front. His footprints would only be left whenever he propelled his
now realized that because of that his
front, his attack range became much
was a
suddenly switched attack patterns and made them harder to
that far, gripping onto his spear, Alex once again
weren't as predictable, as it had no set pattern. A stark
was obvious that he knew that just brute-forcing his way through
futile on his end. It
need to predict in
-Swooosh! -Swooosh! -Swoooosh!
with my hands, the rings revolving around me moved and surrounded Alex,
"Ah! Fuck!"
rings around him, Alex could only helplessly stop trying to
"Dammit fight me already!!"
time to
frustrated by my fighting style, I knew it
-Swooosh -Swooosh -Swooosh
the rings together, with two rings at the bottom and one at the
of my hand, the triangle started rotating in front
a small gap
That was on purpose.
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