"Take your stances." The supervisor instructed.
Nel took his usual bizarre stance. Crouching and letting his arms dangle lazily, it was a stance that would have oozed lethargy if anybody else had taken it.
But not Nel.
No one would have called him lethargic.
Not with the savage beastly aura he radiated. The sheer pressure he exerted on everyone with just a flash of focus was immense, it was as though one was staring into the eyes of a tiger face-to-face.
Yet when one turned to glance at Hever, one could only see an unmoving mountain. He had a sturdy aura that gave one the impression that he was unmovable. He simply gazed abck at Nel, ignoring his strange antic as he took his stance.
It was a modest stance.
Distributed feats, and open hands ready for interception.
The stance was modest.
But the danger that Primordial Instinct felt going near it was not.
"This is going to be one hell of a fight." Rui grinned.
"Begin!" The supervisor menced the match.
WHOOSH
Nel dashed, reaching Hever in an instant. He swung a wild haymaker at his face with immense speed and force.
BOOM!
A heavy impact resounded through the air and the earth of the sparring facility. The oute of the clash shook not just the ground, but also the minds of those who were watching.
Nel had been the one to attack first.
Yet, the very next moment, he was flat on the ground.
A milestone had been crossed.
For the first time since the mencement of the preliminary contest... Nel had been downed.
"This..." Rui's eyes flew wide open. What had occurred had unfolded so fast that it was a blur even to Rui's eyes. From the looks of it, even Nel was unable to bat it in time!
However, what had happened was clear. Hever had intercepted Nel's attack and swung him across his shoulder using not just the energy gathered from across his body, but also the energy of Nel's own attack.
The resulting oute was a throwing maneuver with such absurd power, that even Nel was unable to mitigate the damage!
"Unbelievably fast intercepts, remarkably smooth and fluid transition and an incredible impact fueled by his opponent and himself." Rui muttered.
Rui realized that out of all the former twelve top rankers, Hever Mendelieve was a cut above the lower half. No wonder he had managed to go undefeated even at the top ranker began being pit against each other. He was a powerhouse and a contender for the position of representative of the Martial Academy in the Martial Contest.
Yet Rui knew the match was far from over.
Nel got up to his feet, grinning as he patted his uniform. He wasn't bothered that his attack pletely failed and was used against him overwhelmingly slam him into the ground.
No.
He simply grinned like a boy who had been gifted the toys he wanted for christmas.
He turned to Hever, stancelessly.
"Heber Menleave." Nel addressed.
"You-" "-It's Hever Mendelieve." Hever cut him off calmly, correcting him.
"Ah.." Nel scratched his head awkwardly. "I'm not good with names. But I'll remember yours." He promised.
Suddenly, there was a change.
It could be felt.
The air grew heavier.
It grew graver.
The expressions of the onlookers tightened.
A maelstrom of pressure pushed down on all of them as Nel's grin grew wider.
"You're strong." His focus and concentration skyrocketed.
His eyes burrowed into Hever. "Stronger than I could have hoped for."
He took his signature stance.
Yet, it was pletely different.
What had changed?
"The strongest I've faced so far."
Nel had changed.
"Please."
Only sincerity could be heard in his tone.
"Try not to lose too quickly."
Hever simply gazed at him.
He sighed.
"e then."
His words cut through the heavy atmosphere.
There was nothing left to be said.
WHOOSH
('...Fast!') Rui's eyes widened ('Only Kane is faster!')
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