“Begin.”
As soon as the match had begun, Alexander was still steadying his breathing.
This would prove to be a massive mistake against his opponents…if they were either Alan or Lucas.
Alexander was fast, not even Alan could keep up with his speed for a long time.
And for such a fast man, not charging the moment the match began was wrong.
…but that applied only to people who knew about his speed, like Alan and Lucas.
If they saw this, they would have been cautious, but fortunately for him, his opponent was neither.
He didn’t know about his speed.
He didn’t know about his insane reflexes.
And so, his opponent stupidly shot a fireball toward him.
A fireball that covered his entire vision…yet appeared to be so slow.
Why is it so slow?
Alexander wondered.
It moved so slowly, it was as if he could cut it into fifty different pieces before it even reached him.
As if he could steady his breathing before it reached him.
As if he could just walk out of the way, and still have time to do something until it reached his original location. .𝒎
So slow.
So slow
…so slow.
This thought occupied his mind.
And then, he started to gain some confidence.
He steadied his breathing and raised his two swords.
And slowly but surely, grey mana began to cover them.
His breathing was now calm, and he would now shock nearly everyone here.
During the past months, he and Olivia had racked their brains trying to make use of his [Null] element.
And they, or rather Olivia had run many tests on Alexander.
And they had found out his unique elements’ properties.
The property of Negation is the power to turn something into nothing.
If his mana overpowered the mana in something else, whether it be a skill or raw mana…it would disappear.
It would turn into nothingness.
Disappear completely.
At first, Alex believed his element to be useless…but now he knew.
And as the fireball finally reaches him, he showed the world.
As he brought down his swords, covered in the mana of [Null]
He showed them.
The power of [Null], The power of Negation!
And he showed the world!
By slicing that Fireball in half and making it disappear into grey nothingness!
*Schwing!*
Only the sound of his blades was heard in the air, and the fire started to vanish into grey particles in the air.
Everyone except two people, Which were Olivia and Alan looked on in astonishment.
What just happened?
Did that fireball just disappear?
Did he just cut a pure form of mana in the form of an attack?
Isn’t that impossible?
But would Alex give them the time to think?
No, he was someone who was trained by the Saint of Swords Arken Miller himself.
He was someone who was trained by someone even the demons feared.
He may have shown hesitation when the match had begun…but now?
It was something that was ingrained in his muscles, in his mind by his master.
Alan, Lucas, Alex, and Olivia all had their master teaching engraved into them by multiple beatings.
‘When facing an opponent you think is stronger than you…attack immediately, never give them a chance to show their power.
Attack fiercely and don’t stop attacking them, just don’t give them a chance to show their power, and you’ll win.’
And so, he followed his master’s teachings.
The teachings of the man that was regarded as the strongest in an era long ago.
The teachings of the man that stood on piles of corpses of his enemies.
The teachings…of the man that nearly split apart a continent.
Of the man that attained Aura despite being a human.
The teachings of the Sword Saint, Arken Miller.
Alex shocked everyone with his speed.
He dashed towards the still-confused Kyle, with such speed everyone couldn’t see him.
And just as it was engrained In him, to immediately go for spots that would kill his opponent, or disable them
He did.
He went straight for the neck.
It was all muscle memory at this point.
His grey blades sliced the air and made their way toward The unsuspecting Kyle, who was still looking at Alexander’s Original location, unaware of his impending loss.
And then his blades reached the neck.
*CLANG!*.
A shield of mana erupted in the last second as Alexander’s blades had drawn blood from Kyles’s Neck.
The emergency student protection gear, which all students had to wear for duels had been activated.
The gear that would only activate when you ‘would die’ was activated.
The gear that upon activation, would signify your loss, was activated.
*Thud!*.
Kyle fell on his arse as he touched his neck which was dripping small amounts of blood.
His pants were soaking wet, and his eyes were watery, still shocked at what just happened.
And then, the instructor, whilst also shocked…announced Alexander’s victory.
“…Alexander Wright Wins!”
And then there was silence before it was broken by two idiots.
“I TOLD YOU TO RIP HIS DICK OUT AND FEED IT TO HIM ALEX!”
“WHY IS HIS FACE STILL INTACT?!RIP IT OFF AND SHOVE IT UP HIS ARSE ALEX!”
And Alex nearly died of embarrassment and shouted at the two of them.
“WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP FOR FUCKS SAKE?!”
But unfortunately, Alan and Lucas always retorted back.
“RIP HIS FACE OFF AND SHOVE IT UP HIS ARSE AND THEN ILL SHUT UP!”
“I’LL SHUT UP WHEN YOU RIP HIS DICK OFF AND FEED IT TO HIM!”
And Alex could hold it no more, he didn’t care about his win, something that he would process later.
Right now, he was cursing the two idiots that were his friends.
“FUCK BOTH OF YOU!”(Alex)
“RIP HIS FACE OFF GODDAMNIT!”(Alan)
“WHAT IS WITH YOU AND FACES?!”(Alex)
“HES MORE HANDSOME THAN ME, THAT’S WHY!”(Alan)
“WHO CARES?!”(Alex)
“I CARE!”(Alan.)
“RIP HIS DICK OFF TOO!”(Lucas, Chiming in.)
“YOU SHUT UP!”(Alex and Alan.)
“WHY?!I WANT YOU TO RIP HIS DICK OFF!”(Lucas)
“WHAT IS IT WITH YOU AND RIPPING OF DICKS?!”(Alex.)
“BECAUSE I MUST HAVE THE B-“(Lucas
And then, the instructors overseeing the duels had had enough, they interrupted Lucas before he could finish his sentence, and screamed at the top of their lungs, ending this farce. .𝒎
“ENOUGH!
ALL THREE OF YOU ARE GETTING DETENTION!”
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