I arrived at the grand ranking battle arena, its vastness taking my breath away. The stage before stretched out, a colossal expanse asuring an impressive 30 ters in width and 50 ters in length. It was a battleground where the students could unleash their skills and engage in combat to their heart's content.
The magnitude of the arena struck once again, as I realized that there were seven other equally imnse stages scattered throughout the auditorium, amplifying the sense of awe and anticipation.
Standing in front of was Gene Clayton, a young man with a shock of clue-haired locks and an average physique. In his right hand, he tightly gripped a sword, while a single-handed shield adorned his other. His stance conveyed a readiness for battle, a glimr of determination shining in his eyes.
As per the regulations, the academy had ticulously organized the battles, ensuring that challengers provided their lists of opponents to be challenged at least two hours prior to the fights. This systematic approach ensured fair matchups and gave ti for the challenged individual to prepare.
For this particular battle, I had made a strategic choice—the spear. I recognized its advantages in this situation, the extended reach granting an edge over my opponent. With the spear in hand, I could keep Gene at a distance, striking from afar while minimizing the risk of his swift swordplay.
We stood, eyeing each other across the stage, tension building in the air. The staff in charge of judging the battles raised their voices, commanding the attention of all within the arena.
"Rank-508, Eren Pendragon, versus rank-258, Gene Clayton. Begin!"
The battle ignited in a flurry of motion. Gene and I moved with agility and purpose.
His sword and my spear collided as the clash of weapons echoed through the arena.
Gene was slightly pushed back showing my superior strength.
I danced around the stage, leveraging the advantage of my spear's reach, striking with calculated precision and maintaining a safe distance.
Gene, ard with his sword and shield, attempted to close the gap, his shield serving as a stalwart defense.
He defended my stabs and slashes with his sturdy shield refusing to take any damage.
But he was unable to injure either due to hiding behind the shield, he didn't even get a chance to counter attack .
At first glance, he seed to have the upper hand as none of my attacks were able to deal any kind of damage to him.
However, as the fight prolonged, the limitations of his strategy beca evident. Hiding behind the shield hindered his mobility, restricting the range of his sword strikes. With each failed attempt to breach my defenses, his frustration grew.
His sword failed to reach even when he tried to counter attack as I swifty jumped back avoiding direct combat.
I took advantage of Gene's predicant, exploiting the distance between us. Every ti he lunged forward, seeking to unleash his sword's lethal potential, I sidestepped his attacks with ease, the spear extending like a serpent's strike.
My strikes found their mark repeatedly, testing the limits of his defenses and wearing down his resolve.
As the battle wore on, Gene's movents beca more desperate, his sword swings growing wild and erratic.
Gene, relying on his shield for protection, attempted to advance and close the gap between us. However, his reliance on the shield beca his downfall. As he hid behind its defensive cover, his sword failed to reach , thwarted by the extended reach of my spear. There was a clear difference between the disparity in our strategies.
A defining mont arrived—a culmination of strategic precision and relentless perseverance. Gene realized the futility of hiding behind his shield, a shield that had beco a burden.
Realizing his disadvantage, Gene made a split-second decision. Abandoning his shield, he focused solely on his swordplay, aiming to find a way to breach my defenses. Yet, the calculated distance I maintained proved insurmountable. Every swing he made fell short, unable to bridge the gap between us.
Without my notice, I had gotten much faster and more agile. I was not able to notice the growth as I was accompanied by Zephyr in the training but in this fight with Gene, I could clearly see my improvents.
I could predict his sword movents ahead of ti and my body moved on it's own to dodge the attack.I think you should take a look at
Simultaneously my brain thought of a counter attack and my muscles acted in response.
It was as if I had beco a machine, the proficiency in my fight has increased beyond my expectations.
With very little movents, I was dodging his attacks and counter attacking at the sa ti too.
As the fight progressed, Gene's frustration grew palpable. He was helpless after noticing the clear gap between our abilities.
Not to ntion the fatigue, which crept into his movents. His swings lost their initial fluidity. anwhile, I was still in good condition, without even a hint of exhaustion.
Losing to his exhaustion, Gene delayed picking up his sword after failing to reach .
My eyes noticed his mistake.
Seizing the opportunity presented by Gene's waning energy, I launched a swift and relentless assault.
Exploiting his montary hesitation, my spear struck with precision and speed.
I avoided fatal areas and only went for leg and shoulder as my win was pretty much confird at this point.
With each precise thrust and feint, I whittled away at his stamina and resolve.
A resounding clash echoed through the arena as my spear found its mark once again. Gene's sword was knocked from his grasp, leaving him montarily defenseless.
The match ca to a standstill as the surroundings went silent.
"....I…Concede..."
Gene said as he closed his eyes with frustration. He had tried his best but it was bad luck that he was chosen by .
Even if not for the exile, I was already strong enough to be in the Kshatriya class of the Freljord academy. He had little hopes of victory in the first place.
"Match ends. Victor, Eren Pendragon."
The staff announced as he heard Gene's confession.
I lowered my sword in response and extended my hand to Gene.
"It was a good match."
I said as Gene shook hands with .
That was the least I could do.
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Bonus Chapter ~ (For reaching 200 power stones per week)
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