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.
no way such mistake
had spent countless resources on to convince him to join him, was currently losing Ren. Someone
It just wasn't possible!
to his predictions, the fight began to lean in
Alex was on the attack, whilst Ren was on the
sighing in relief, Martin leaned back on his chair and looked
you, he was
...
-Clank! -Clank! -Clank!
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
more like Alex
-Swooosh! -Swooosh!
I would constantly move them towards where Alex was attacking, repeatedly blocking his every
-Clank! -Clank!
Alex's spear clashing against my rings repeatedly reverberated
booing followed
"Do something!"
"Fight back!"
"This is so boring"
went from one ear to the
hide my main sword art, I
what better way than through real
like a rat and fight
things were currently going nowhere, Alex screamed as he fiercely stabbed
"Just do something! Dammit!"
-Clank! -Clank!
around me accordingly. Whenever I noticed that a ring was about to break, I
"Huu."
deep breath, Alex stopped whatever he was doing and clenched his
"What's wrong? Tired already?"
immediately taunted. However, this time,
was trying his best to calm
think things through. This bastard is like a turtle. No matter how much power I put into my attacks he always blocks them with his strange rings. Especially when he stacks them together. Once he does that, breaking his defenses becomes impossible! Dammit, what
anything that could help him, he soon
imprints of his soles appeared all over the floor of the
my attack patterns too
at the surroundings, Alex noticed that whenever he attacked he would leave imprints of his foot on
notice as he looked at the arena was that he had only been attacking from the front. His footprints would only be left whenever he propelled
now realized that because of that his
him just charging from the front, his attack range became much
was a
attack patterns and
thoughts reached that far, gripping onto his
quite complex. Like a crab, he zigzagged as he steadily charged forward. His movements weren't as predictable, as it had no
obvious that he knew that just brute-forcing his way
it was all futile on his end. It didn't matter if he made it hard for me to
to predict
-Swooosh! -Swooosh! -Swoooosh!
my hands, the rings revolving around me moved and surrounded Alex, restricting his
"Ah! Fuck!"
only helplessly stop trying to move in a zig-zag pattern, and
"Dammit fight me already!!"
to release the
increasingly frustrated by my fighting style, I knew it was time to
-Swooosh -Swooosh -Swooosh
with two rings at the
started rotating in front of me
a small gap in the
That was on purpose.
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