Edmond grabbed Calvin’s arm and smashed his elbow against his forearm in a try to take get back at him, but the result was his armor flattening against his skin, making him grit his teeth as he jumped backwards, not without taking the Warhammer which Calvin chose as his weapon.
Calvin calmly stayed where he was standing, after waving his hand to get rid of the blood that was covering it, he cracked his knuckles and then stomped making the whole platform quake.
“Boom!”, a loud sound accompanied by a huge amount of mana which shot upwards creating a pillar of about fifty meters, made the people of the stands shiver in excitement, even with the barriers the weakest ones felt as if they were suffocating, until one of the referees used a tiny bit of their pressure to cover them.
Edmond on the other hand couldn’t help but tighten his grip on the weapon while his face paled a bit.
‘He was supposed to be just a clown’, he shouted in his heart.
Having achieved what he wanted, Calvin dispersed all the mana he was leaking and returned to his usual carefree expression as he raised three fingers at Edmond, with a friendly smile on his face.
“Three minutes, I will stay still for three minutes for you to attack me, if you make me step back even a centimeter, then you win, if not… I’ll beat you to a pulp~”.
Edmond felt his blood pressure raising, he was being looked down by someone he hated, a descendant of a major noble family.
“Don’t come crying to me when you lose!”, he shouted, his body then expanded and was clad in a brown silver light, the veins on his arms and legs bulged making him look full of vigor.
“Haaa!”, Edmond’s legs flexed as he jumped, reaching about thirty meters into the air, he rolled his body and then smashed the Warhammer downwards against Calvin’s head.
The referees raised an eyebrow wondering if they should interfere, however you looked at it, taking a hit from a blunt weapon even if wearing armor is a possible death.
‘Leave the brat let out some steam’, just as they were about to act, Solomon’s voice made its way into their ears making the referees freeze on the spot.
The Warhammer which weighted a couple hundreds of kilograms impacted against Calvin’s head, making a loud dull sound echo through the arena, but the two scenes which others imagined didn’t happen, Calvin’s head didn’t split open, hell he didn’t even bleed, and his body wasn’t hammered into the ground, the platform didn’t even crack.
He just stood there feigning to yawn, as he gave Edmond a ridiculing gaze.
“Fuck, what is happening!”, Edmond’s eyes became bloodshot, he used the Warhammer to propel himself backwards before charging towards Calvin one more time.
The Warhammer clashed against Calvin’s chest, the impact was so strong, that a current of wind was created from it, disheveling Calvin before the wind shockwave clashed against the wall of the arena.
“Oi, my hair is quite rebellious so it’s a pain in the ass for me to comb it, you know?”, said Calvin.
“Shut up!”, Edmond stepped back and took impulse to repeat his attack, this time he aimed at his knees, but the result was the same.
“Haaaa~haaaa~haaa!”, for the next three minutes or so Edmond kept attacking Calvin, aiming at many parts which should be “weak”, feet, hands, face even his crotch, but Calvin didn’t even flinch.
At the end of the three minutes period, Edmond was sweating, his hands were bleeding due to how hard he was grabbing the rod of the Warhammer, speaking of the Warhammer its head was completely destroyed, there were many pieces which were now spread across the ground and what survived was full of cracks.
Edmond’s expression was death ash, as he kept blabbering.
“How can it be, I am a genius which was only blocked due to the lack of resources unlike those guys from major families, after drinking the stalactite milk I even broke through to the middle of the two-star mage realm… SO WHY, WHY I COULDN’T EVEN MAKE HIM BLEED aghhhr!”.
Calvin punched Edmond in the face making him fly about thirty meters, breaking his nose and making a few of his teeth fly out of his mouth.
Calvin looked at his upper clothes and the leather armor which were now all worn out and he sighed as he dusted off whatever was left of them, as he walked towards Edmond.
“Ahh, look at this mess, a gentleman must always be tidied up… also keep all that whining about not being privileged for yourself until you have trained 20 hours a day in a rock mountain for a whole god damn year without someone to talk to, but rocks!”.
Calvin’s voice became aggrieved at the end as he gazed at his grandfather while stomping on Edmond’s legs, arms and chest until he vomited blood and fainted, the referees jumped on the stage which signaled the end of the match, but before Calvin jumped off the scenario, he looked at the bench where Alexander seemed to be about to lost and showed him his middle finger.
“Soldiers fight soldiers, generals fight generals and a king must fight a king, this time Daimon is the one in charge of crushing you, try to pull something on Loren again and I will personally go for you.
“The same goes for you, Daimon is the king but none of us is a pushover, we have a queen… a princess in the form of Michael and me, the Ghrish young master and the wild card of the elite class”.
After saying that Calvin walked towards the resting area, as he imagined having a nice date with Loren once the tournament ended, but he nearly tripped as he heard Michael shouting.
“I knew you were shameless, but to think the hammer broke instead of your face, I guess we found something in which you are better than Daimon”.
“Oi, you shrimp bastard, can’t you let me have a “hero walk away” scene in peace!”, Calvin and Michael started arguing with each other until the referees made him enter the resting area so that they could continue with the next match.
After the assistants took Edmond’s battered body out of the platform, the process of selection was repeated and the referees got the next participants.
“Rank number 3, Michael Lockstar”.
“Rank number 15, Gerome Rajin”.
Michael stretched his arms which were getting numb before he got up the stage.
“Thunder nimbus vine”, mumbled Daimon which earned him a nod from Michael.
The screens focused on the new participants, Michael was the shortest out of all the male participants so far, he had short blue hair and was wearing an assassin type get up which consisted in shorts, and a sleeveless shirt along with light leather armor, as for his weapon he took out a belt which had a lot of daggers attached to it.
Gerome on the other hand was quite tall, still his body was slim, he had shoulder length blond hair, with every step he took, blue sparkles of electricity followed him making it obvious he had lightning affinity, his weapon of choice was a short sword.
While normally Gerome is quite carefree, and after having refined a piece of the thunder nimbus vine, he was really confident, after witnessing the previous fight, he couldn’t help but think they were tricked.
Alexander’s father came to them and offered them a deal, in exchange for really rare treasure they had to beat their opponents so bad, that they couldn’t go to the upcoming exploration, he even made sure that the option to forfeit the matches was abolished.
Of course, he and his friends which had already sided with the Jolbaris accepted such a great offer, they immediately broke through without any side effect and their elements got much stronger.
Everything was going so well, until the fight that took place a moment ago, right now everyone finally started to realize that while their attentions were drawn out by the demon of the elite class, the other members were also monsters, it’s just that they didn’t stand out that much, which was understandable considering it has only been a week since the classes started.
If anything, it was Daimon’s fault for getting into so many eye-catching situations.
The referees gave the greenlight and the fight started, and as Daimon warned him, Michael saw Gerome immediately cladding his body in lightning as he charged towards him, from the very beginning he didn’t dare to underestimate his opponent.
Michael smirked, he tapped his left foot a couple of times and wind gathered around his legs followed by a loud fire explosion.
“Boom!”, Michael’s body suddenly flashed making Gerome who was about to reach him dodge at the left avoiding by a few millimeters a dagger which was aiming at his left shoulder.
“Got you!”, Gerome took the chance to attack Michael which was about half a meter away from him, his short sword which was covered in electricity swung frontwards.
But as it was about to slice Michael’s chest, it was blocked by a pair of daggers before a fire explosion sent Gerome flying away a couple of meters, with a slight burn mark on his hand.
As he was landing, he jumped backwards once again, dodging a pair of daggers which would have pierced his feet, but he had no time to charge against Michael again, the previous explosion produced a smoke screen which Michael went through, to appear in front of Gerome with another pair of daggers on his hand aiming at his neck.
“Damn, this is only a competition” mumbled Gerome, as he blocked the daggers but he only managed to stop one as Michael skillfully twisted his hand shoving the dagger on Gerome’s shoulder.
At the seats of the Half Emperors, Arthur glared at Zein before he snorted.
“Lightning assassin what the hell is your disciple doing on a friendly match?”.
Zein shrugged as he accepted a cup of Solomon’s liqueur.
“When an assassin draws out its weapon, something must die, you should know that by now, whether my grandson in law kills that brat’s self confidence or his wishes to keep advancing in the path of magic, is completely up to him… my only job is to put the knife on his hand”.