The Thunder Javelin was moving at a whopping 320 km/hour, and this Javelin held the power to destroy a very large mountain into pieces with just a single hit.
Anon wasn’t sure what the old man was about to do, but he was sure that he would activate a defensive spell or dodge the spear. However, if he dodged the spear, the whole academy would turn to dust.
‘Well, who cares…? It’s his academy anyway,’ Anon thought as he observed the old man closely after throwing the Javelin.
The Javelin reached Ion in just 0.02 seconds; this time was very, very low for an old man like him to even activate his mana.
Suddenly Ion raised his hand and opened up his index finger towards the Javelin’s incoming direction.
Zzzzzzzz
As soon as the Javelin touched Ion’s finger, a very bright light was released.
Anon immediately closed his eyes and opened them after a second. He suddenly noticed that Ion was standing at the same position with zero scratches on his body, only his index finger had a little cut on its top.
Suddenly Anon noticed something else.
Whenever a human or elf uses a spell, they leave their mana traces in their surrounding atmosphere, but Ion was missing it.
“Y-You…” Anon’s eyes opened up in surprise as he looked at Ion.
“Hehehe…. you got it. I knew it. You are built differently, just like me,” Ion spoke with an evil smile similar to Anon’s smile.
“You did that without using your mana? What kind of monster are you?” Anon asked with a smile.
“I am not a monster, I am just a regular elf. But in today’s generation, you can’t find many with a physique like yours or mine. You have a different physique than anyone in this kingdom, maybe it’s because you are a human.” Suddenly Ion spoke something that Anon wasn’t prepared to hear.
“H-How do you ?!” Anon asked with a very shocked expression.
“Hmm…? Ah, are you wondering how I know about your identity, right?
Well, I knew it the first time I touched your chest with my cane. This cane is not a weapon, kid, it’s like a part of me, and it caught you the first time it touched you. But I didn’t tell anyone about you because I need to pass my technique to you without causing any fuss,” Ion spoke.
“You will pass your technique to a human?” Anon asked with a confused expression.
“Techniques are made for humans, spells are made for elves, and Craftsmanship is made for dwarfs. I am teaching you this technique today, and someday you will want to teach it to someone else, and on that day you will come to know why I am teaching this technique to you instead of my own son.
My teacher said the same thing to me when he taught me this technique; he was also a human, and I was just a slave back then.
He bought me for one sole purpose, and that was to teach me this technique. My physique was perfect to learn it, and today when I touched your body, I understood what my master meant at that time.
This technique will work best with your physique, and if you master it, I don’t think anyone in this world would be able to defeat you. But there is one drawback to this technique….” Ion said as his expressions turned dark.
“What is the drawback?” Anon asked with a curious expression.
“The survival rate of this technique.” Ion spoke.
“What is the survival rate of this technique?” Anon asked with a curious expression.
“10.”
“10%?”
“0.0010%,” Ion spoke.
“What? That’s like almost 0%,” Anon answered.
“I know, but not only do you have the physique for this technique, you also have the luck that I need,” Ion spoke up.
“I don’t think I can risk my life for that. I am better off without that technique,” Anon answered as he prepared to leave the room.
“I will tell everyone that you are a human,” Ion said as he looked at Anon with a smile.
“W-Wha-? Are you blackmailing me?” Anon asked with a surprised expression because he was always the one who blackmailed everyone, but today he was getting blackmailed for the first time.
‘Wow, getting blackmailed doesn’t feel good,’ Anon thought as he touched his neck and looked at Ion.
“I will kill your grand-”
“You can’t, I will kill you and your whole family before that.” Before Anon could’ve replied with another threat, Ion spoke up.
“Look kid, I don’t want anything from you in return for teaching you the world’s best technique, and you can keep doing whatever you are doing here… I will not take your extra time.
Just give me 1-3 hours daily from your schedule,” Ion said as he looked at Anon with hope-filled eyes.
Anon had no other choice but to listen to his conditions.
“God damn it. Okay, I will share 1 hour after college,” Anon answered.
“Good… I will go now,” Ion said as he exited the room.
“Fuck… that old man is sly,” Anon said as he looked at Ion leaving. 𝙚𝙙𝙣𝒐𝙫𝙚𝙡.𝙤𝙧𝒈
“Both of the contestants, please come out. It’s time for the match,” the commentator announced.
Anon left his room and started to walk towards the arena.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, the moment you all have been waiting for is here. The most awaited match of all time is about to begin. It’s been 50 years since we saw the last official deathmatch in this kingdom.
On one side, we have the young master of the Lawson house, Jeffery Lawson….” the commentator announced as Jeffery walked up on the stage.
“On the other side, we have a guy who is also known as the ‘Psychopath Killer.’ Mr. Jule….” the commentator announced as Jule started to walk on the stairs that were connected to the Arena’s ground.
As soon as he stepped on the first stair, a message popped up in front of him.
[Your Authority has been activated, ‘The Child Of Thunder.’]
Suddenly dark clouds started to cover the sky, and in just seconds, cold winds started blowing.
As soon as he stepped on the second step, a crow appeared on his head, a dark crown.
On the third step, he summoned both of his sickles in his hands.
“Come motherfucker…” Anon said as he entered the arena and looked at Jeffery with an angry expression.