Elental arts, the arts that allow the user to practically harness the power of nature, One of the forefathers said: the true mont when you learn how to utilize Ena is the mont that you can control the power of nature and make it your own.
It was the first ti that Alan went head to head with an elental art user. Looking at the explosive power that the fire art user exhibited, Alan felt for the first ti how important it is to practice such art.
The two daggers in his hand disappeared as he displayed the demon fist art stance, as if he was going to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the fire art user No. 80.
When number 80 saw Alan readying himself for a hand-to-hand combat, he was utterly confused.
Thinking to himself, "Does he truly think that I will let him co close to engage in close quarter combat?"
Number 80 did not want Alan to have even one mont to catch his breath, so he imdiately conjured multiple fireballs, sending them towards Alan.
At the speed that the normal person could not hope to follow with his naked eye Alan evaded The incoming attack.
Taking a deep breath he stood far away from number 80 making his stance.
Suddenly his right hand blurred as if he was sending a fist.
Everyone who saw his action were confused, What the hell this little kid is up to.
No80: "ahhhhh"
While everyone was concentrating on Alan's action, number 80 scread in pain as he flew backwards.
Looking at number 80, who crashed into the room's wall and fell, everyone who was in the audience could not comprehend what happened.
A shocked expression appeared on instructor Alec.
Instructor Alec: "unbelievable!!"
The rest of the seeds did not understand why instructor Alec would say such a thing.
Standing back on his feet, number 80 clutched his stomach as he rembered the sensation he felt. As if he was punched in the gut.
Alan was not that rciful or naive to give number 80 the ti to recover.
As if he was performing shadow boxing, he moved like a fluid butterfly; at the sa ti, number 80 felt as if he was a punching bag under a barrage of fists.
NO.80: "Ahhhhhhhhhh."
No. 23: "Is this a joke? What the hell is happening!!"
Seed number 23 could not control his nerves as he simply did not understand what was happening in front of him.
Finally finding number 80 vulnerable enough, Alan decided to end the fight, as he simply vanished like a ghost.
No. 18: "He disappeared again!!"
Appearing right behind number 80, who was battered and on his knees.
Alan: "Thank you, senior."
Concentrating all of his Ena into his fist, he attacked number 80 from behind. Looking at the situation, everything was in Alan's favor.
No. 80: "Got you."
As his fist ca in contact with number 80's back, he heard him saying it.
The expression on Alan's face changed as he felt sothing amiss.
Suddenly the body of number 80 cracked like a crooked spider web with cracks radiating heat and fire.
BOOOOOOOM
Light filled the place as the huge room shocked under the effect of the huge explosion.
As if an island destroying earthquake wrecked throughout the room.
Instructor Alec: "Shit, that fool!!"
Within the scorching fire, a silhouette of number 80 walking through the fla completely unaffected by the heat around him.
No. 80: "Fire Demon Art: The Burning Shell of a Mortal"
100 m away, Alan staggered, trying to get up on his feet.
Alan: "Hahahahahahahaha, another art, an exploding body double!!!"
Feeling like a mouse who got caught in a trap, with the skin on his body burned in multiple places, even though he tried his best, he still took a whole lot of damage from the explosion.
Alan: "I am so sorry, senior. Indeed, as you said, I truly needed guidance. I was naive enough to think that I could finish the fight without injuring you or myself. I feel sorry for my own silliness."
The air around him suddenly changed with the two daggers firmly in his hands. He looked like an Ashura who was ready to bask in the blood.
Looking at the standing Alan, number 80 was shocked on the inside as he did not expect the teenager to stand up again, especially with such injuries. Truth to be told, he had already lost the friendly match, as instructor Alec specifically forbade them from delivering fatal attacks such as the previous dangerous art that he displayed.
The teenager being able to survive such an ambush is already outside of the norm, but to stand up again and want to fight back, that was completely out of his calculations.
No.17: "instructor Alec shouldn't we stop them??"
No.23: "That kid's injuries are serious!!"
Seeing that instructional Alec did not answer them and showed no intention of stopping the fight, they could only stay silent.
Number 80 still rembered the bizarre attack that he did not understand earlier so he imdiately depressed fire particles all around him making a field to protect himself from those bizarre attacks.
Suddenly Alan threw one of his daggers at a completely different direction from number 80.
Waiting for sothing He did not understand to happen, every hair on number 80 suddenly stood up as he felt the dagger a few centiters away from penetrating his stomach through the field that he deployed earlier.
Desperately shifting his balance center, he barely managed to avoid being stabbed, only for the dagger to slash his left side.
As soon as he knew that he had evaded the attack, he wanted to watch what Alan would do next, only to feel another dagger coming from the right side only a few centiters away from slashing him on the hip.
No. 80: "Fuckkkk!!!"
No. 80 desperately controlled the fire particle that he released earlier in the field around him to form a small fireball, aiming for it to collide with the dagger and stop it or at least change its trajectory.
Lucky for him, the dagger shifted slightly after the small fireball collided with it, grazing him on the lower left side of his stomach.
What he did not expect was for Alan to appear out of nowhere clutching the dagger that was sent first and slashing at his back.
He imdiately conjured the small expulsion under his feet to send him forward away from this devil.
Only for his back to be slashed.
No80. : "Staying in one location is a death sentence for , Run!! I need to keep running"
As number 80 accelerated faster and faster, thinking that his erratic movent could shake Alan's persistent and sinister attack.
One of the daggers shot out of the ground itself, penetrating number 80's stomach as he was running as fast as he could. Coming out of nowhere, the pain overwheld all of number 80's senses.
Like a reincarnation of the devil, Alan appeared by no.80 side with the other daggering his hand slashing towards the neck going for the kill.
Suddenly a massive presence lood over both of them, sending Alan flying away.
Instructor Alec: "That's enough!!The winner of this friendly duel is number 33".
All the other seeds Had a shocked expression on their faces, as this was the last outco that could co to their minds.
Taking a look at the burned teenager who stood up in the middle of the room as if all his injuries were nothing but so makeup art.
While number 80 clutched his stomach that was bleeding with pain written all over his face.
Instructor Alec: "both of you go to the infirmary right away, you don't need to be here for my class this ti but you have other classes later so you better be ready by that ti"
Alan nodded his head acknowledging instructor Alec orders, as he looked at his senior number 80.
Alan: "Then I can only depend on my senior to take to the infirmary; after all, I don't know how to navigate this place yet."
Number 80 felt creeped out by Alan's smile; this fucking kid, who was just about to slash his neck delivering a killing blow, is actually behaving like a junior who wants to follow his senior.
A cracked smile ford on the face of number 80 as he tried his best to hide the painful expression on his face.
Number 80: "Junior proved to be very powerful; this ti you deserve to win. You can follow to the infirmary."
As both of them exited the room, heading towards the infirmary.
The rest of the seeds give each other a look.
No. 23: "He should be in a lower stage than us, right??"
No18: "You an that he should be weaker than us, But how the hell did he manage to beat 80?"
Instructor Alec: "After watching this battle, who can report a full analysis of number 33's capability?"
Most of the seeds could not answer the question as they did not know how he was able to move from one place to another without them even preserving his movents.
Suddenly a goddess-like female with a cold aura around her suddenly talked.
No.9: " He's extrely adept at close quarter combat, He also have a high tolerance for pain, the bizarre movent of his appearing at a completely different location which cannot be even described as movent have only one explanation I could think of, He is a spatial talent user, only this can explain how he appeared and disappeared from one spot to another, there can be only one explanation as if he wanted to do it without us even noticing the only other explanation is that he's far stronger than us which is false. He's actually weaker, probably at the lower stage than all of us. So the only explanation is spatial ability. Overall he's extrely comfortable in combat and does not fear injuries at all. At first look he appeared ticulous with crafty calculations, but his true style and fighting is more like an instinctual style."
Instructor Alec: "As always, number 9 Your answer is perfect; he is indeed a spatial ability user. The one in 100 million, and he's also weaker than you, of course, as you can tell from his age, but don't ever look down on him, as he will practically devour you out of nowhere. This is one of the true fearso sides of spatial ability users.
I would love to review the fight with you, but I am the instructor who is responsible for espionage and infiltration, so when you have the combat class, you can ask your instructor to help you review the friendly match. Now let's get started with our lesson today."
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