Arc 2, Chapter 104 —Potchmay’s Cruelty
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What an intense atmosphere.
The air grew thick with the promise of violence;
Potchmay... Potchmay... Potchmay...
A few Bloodren 9’s muttered in relish, recalling their earlier ti spent with him a year back.
Delweather’s eyes flickered thoughtfully when staring at Potchmay’s fading silhouette. "These Bloodren 10s don’t know it, but living in the sa quarters with this guy, ans dancing with death."
"Hmph," Cerine seated below Delweather, humd arrogantly. "Slly Farm Boy. I think you and your at head friends are forgetting one little thing.... These Bloodrens 10s are NOT your everyday newbies."
The shock she has received today was far greater than she anticipated.
With her hands crossed against her arms, no one could see how much her fingers were shivering.
Not from cold, not from fear, but from raw excitent, thrill, and shock.
Although she didn’t want to admit it, if... if she fought with these Bloodren 10s a year ago, she too might have failed Phase 1.
What they could do with their shards right now, was too advanced for newbies.
She heard a Coterie was the one teaching them. So could it be because of this Coterie that they proved to be so formidable?
Sure, even Bloodren 10s like Shugo and Viren who were paired with older Bloodren 10s, seed to possess computer-like calculative minds that calculated all movents down to the millisecond.
All this is of course possible to develop while already here. But for newbies who just ca in, why were they already built with such minds?
Please be honest, did you guys secretly trained in the outside world for years before coming here?
Cerine had countless questions at heart but no one to answer them.
"It’s true that the Potchmay we know might be a nace... but... perhaps there is a bigger evil here, one that’ll be enough to quench his fire."
So for now, it’s hard to say who is a nace to live with or not.
Watching Viren’s figure fade into the tunnel, many understood Cerine’s aning.
In the end, only ti will tell who the bigger giant is, no?
"A bigger evil, huh?"
Fufufufufu~
Many laughed with undisguised calculation.
"Princess, perhaps you’re right. This year’s Bloodren 10s are not ordinary."
So in the end, only ti will tell if Viren will be able to get past Potchmay’s viciousness.
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Battle 4—Batista vs Bloomingdale!
The talks from the crowd continued, as they relished in the after taste of the last battle. Soon, it was ti for the next battle to begin.
Once again, the spectators leaned forward with anticipation.
Both fighters making their way through the tunnel were older Bloodren 10s. A few in the crowd knew them to be long ti rivals.
The first to erge from the darkness was Batista the Iron Giant—a towering youth that could enter any Basketball tournant now using his height alone.
"Are you sure this guy is still a kid?"
"Damn, thus height is enviable. If I were this tall, wouldn’t I be walking on clouds by now?"
Many couldn’t get over how tall Batista was. He was indeed worthy of the na Iron Giant.
If he were to play basketball, he would be a nace, seeing as he wouldn’t even need to jump to score a point. All he would need to do is stand beside the hoop and bend his arms slightly to throw the ball into the net.
What man didn’t like being tall?
Batista was just too eye-catching!
He was just a monstrosity, with legs and arms that stretched ridiculously. Yet, he wasn’t lanky, but well built and slender.
With his height, one would think his favorite sport would be basketball, but that’s where you’d be wrong.
His baseball bat hung across his shoulders, supported by both arms swaying over like swings.
With his long hair tied in a ponytail, everyone could see the many silver piercings on his lips, ears, and eyebrows.
Batista strolled out confidently. And behind him was Bloomingdale, an opponent who was equally tall, taller than most his age., though not as tall as Batista.
Looking at Bloomingdale, many clicked their tongues subconsciously.
What kind of physique was this?
Bloomingdale had an inverse-triangular shape, like a Pizza turned upside down.
His upper body was swollen with muscles and broad shoulders, but his legs... his legs were so skinny, despite having so muscle definition to them.
It was funny that Bloomingdale would walk and kiss his muscles from ti to ti.
He seed utterly obsessed by his own physique and upper body appearance.
It would be a lie to say that his arm muscles weren’t impressive.
Veins ran across the bulging ridges, like a magnificent piece of art carved out by a legendary sculptor.
"Hahahahahaahahah~" Bloomindale laughed arrogantly. "Finally, we’ll have this chance to put our full strengths to the best."
"Heh!" Batista scoffed. "Everyone knows I’m obviously the best, and have been better than you from day one. You don’t think you can parade yourself in front of just because of those little balloons on your arms."
"What? You dare insult my muscles?"
"Pfft, you call those muscles? Those are obviously inflation devices used for swimming!"
Batista sneered arrogantly, swearing that if he had the chance, he would poke this guy’s muscles to death to prove his point.
Both argued side by side, while heading to the arena.
Those who have lived with them for long, now that each ti these 2 et, they must boast, argue or let out snarky comnts.
How long have they been together, for a little over a year now.
One would think they would get used to each other and cease these useless argunts. However, this was far from reality.
These 2 still couldn’t stand each other, always on each other’s necks.
Well to be fair, there are others in the Order who are also the sa.
Take Departnt head 1, Roud, and Departnt head 4, Gaara.
Aren’t they always throwing snarky comnts at each other? At least that’s what the rumors say.
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