Phyllida walked quite elegantly towards the ring. She is one you could call the epitome of beauty. An ebony skinned beauty. A perfection in itself.
There isn't such a thing as racism in this world, who would have time for that when the world was still hanging by a thread.
The REBs are threatening humanity and you still have the time and energy to discriminate against one's race, are you mad? It seems like something is wrong with your brain.
If others were to find out, he or she would be severely cut off from the world.
If a race was to evolve the first and fastest after the REBs, it would be the race with the least amount of enhancements done to its body. Only those who are blank can have their Genetic codes rewritten. Only a blank paper can something useful be written or drawn on.
Phyllida wore a blue short dress which hugged her upper body, showing off her bountiful figure that was tempting to burst out and a long blue leggings that popped up her perfectly shaped behind
It was quite the distraction. If one were to compare who was more beautiful between her and Instructor Aella, one would be at a loss for words.
Both are quite the beauty. Phyllida the temptress, walked and then settled on the ring while waiting for the instructor's signal to start.
David watched with a serious gaze as if his life depended on him. At the beginning, when they had both met, it would be an overstatement to say that he wasn't the least but interested in her, he would be lying if he said he didn't wish to get closer to her, who wouldn't be.
But although his brain wanted to, his body wouldn't respond to him. Also, he could faintly sense if one was a threat to him and according to his bodily Instincts, her threat level had already reached a terrifying state.
David had once thought with his ability now, there were a few students who he couldn't deal with, but as he came close to the few of his fellow students, he realized that he was completely wrong.
Although he felt quite threatened because of a few students and their number counts went up to ten.
But, there were about 900 new students in the institute, David included. There are only 50 students here, attending the Combat Lessons which means that, the students had been divided into various segments in and assigned to various classes.
Therefore, by calculation, if 5 people were of threats to David in each of the 18 plus segments, amongst the 900 plus students, there might be around 90 plus strong students in the institute which could easily crush David.
It was only a rough calculation though, David wasn't all that serious about it. He wasn't going to discourage himself. If given enough time, he was confident in surpassing most of them of he was diligent enough.
Calming his mindset, he settled down and calmly observed the fight which was about to take place.
Start!
Khalif didn't move to start. He stood stably and stared at Phyllida with a feverish but restrained look. It appears that he knew how to hold himself back and is quite smart.
With a slight smirk, he spoke up "If I may speak freely, you are quite a rare beauty. But it's a pity I would have to mess you up in this round. I apologize in advance.
Although you are more tempting than the credits, but I wish to pass, I apologize once more." just like a man of manners,he apologized before hand.
Phyllida gazed indifferently at Khalif as she spoke coldly "Stop your nonsense and make your move." not giving him the slight but if face.
Khalif's face dropped for a sec before he composed himself. "As you w-" he didn't even complete his sentence when he suddenly disappeared from his location.
Bang!
All that was left was slightly deep footprint. He had shot forwards with terrifying speed as if he was a phantom.
Phantom Daze - A technique that allows one to burst out with terrifying speed or strength in an unexpected but swift manner.
In less than 2 blinks of an eye, he had appeared before Phyllida and abruptly, he swung his arms towards her like a sledgehammer as his fists crackled crazily like thunder!
Hammer Strike - Hammer Bash! He had reached the second state already and almost close to the third state.
Smashing his fists towards Phyllida like a crazy ape trying to beat down his foes.
Boom! Boom!!
Two muffled sounds rang out simultaneously, almost like the sound of a hammer heavily hitting a soft and hard sofa.
Khalif's eyes popped wide open in disbelief. He gazed and saw two long and slender arms holding onto his own. If it were in a different situation, one might think it quite romantic and khalif couldn't happy if the situation was slot different.
But this situation was a mystery to him. At the last moment, Phyllida had stopped his fists attack technique which contains several thousand kilogrammes of force contained within.
Without waiting for him to snap out of his surprise, Phyllida held tightly onto the wrist, and with a slight twist of her waist, she tossed his body to the ground, intending to knock him down.
But khalif wasn't smart for nothing, every Spryher is more flexible tha an average human. It seems Phyllida had forgotten.
With a little maneuvering, khalif landed on his feet, unstable.
Upon seeing this, She immediately took action. Like a dancing butterfly, she rushed towards khalif while he was still unstable.
Arriving before him, she suddenly flicked her index and middle finger simultaneously, as if she was dusting a bit of dirt off her hands.
Boom!
Khalif's body shook widely as though he had been struck by lightning even though he blocked the attack with a hurriedly put out Hammer Strike, he had still been affected. With a kick, he was sent flying like a soccer ball off the ring.
Landing heavily to the ground, he couldn't stand up, he couldn't even lift a single finger. He had been paralyzed thoroughly.
The Butterfly's Flick - Two fingers. Second state of the technique. A Black grade technique.
[For those of you are unaware about the Grade of techniques, from lowest to the highest.
Black
Brown
Red
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Lol, sorry.. I only reveal this much, otherwise it'd be a spoiler. Thanks for reading and your support!!!]