I dare say that during those first few weeks of my enrolnt, the National cha Pilot Academy wasn't truly ready to have as one of their students.
And none of the "incidents" that happened because of shone a light more clearly to that fact than the very first "incident" of all that took place during that Grand lee.
True, Bruce and Jeanette knew about my power and Devour. The Ancestor probably knew much more about than I did myself at that mont.
But none of them were truly prepared to deal with the true extent of what a reckless, angry ten year old boy with a taphorical huge sledgehamr in his hands could do in a massive arena full of ten year olds in weak practice chas.
They thought that I would be overwheld by the sheer number of chas that I had to deal with. They thought that just because I wasn't allowed to "openly flaunt" my Devour, that I would be forced to take the hits sent my way and they thought that it would be enough to give so much trouble that I would lose the Grand lee. And even if, against all odds, I managed to win, I would do so with a lot of trouble.
Boy, they had never thought anything more wrongly.
That Jaden Rushblood had completely pissed off. He had taken sothing of mine from , and by all that was good and holy, I will smite him to the ground, even if I had to do so by climbing over a thousand corpses!
Four thousand, to be specific. And not corpses, but chas.
Well technically, I didn't kill all four thousand myself. They did kill quite a number among themselves. But I doubt that the historians would bother to clarify that point. In fact, didn't one sensational-chaser even publish "ONE KID DESTROYS FIVE THOUSAND CHAS!" as its headline?
Anyway, after failing my self-given mission to save the girl, I decided that I was a very dangerous lightning rod.
"Tes is better off fighting away from ." I thought. "I'll stay away from her so that she'll have a higher chance of making it through the Grand lee."
And so, I found myself all alone, surrounded by hostile chas.
What else could I do? I went absolutely nuts.
"DAMN YOU ALL! BUNCH OF WEAKLINGS! EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU ARE ALL COWARDS! COWARDS! IF YOU WON'T EVEN CO AND ATTACK , HOW THE FREAKING HELL DO YOU THINK YOU CAN FACE YOUR MOTHERS AFTERWARDS? COWARDS! LOSERS! JUST GO HO AND DRINK YOUR MOMMA'S MILK!" I rember shouting with all of my considerable strength.
Yes, that was the shout that revolutionized cursing in the Chinese Federation. "Go ho and drink your momma's milk" beca the ultimate form of provocation.
And it was also the reason why the whole cohort was so against .
After my shout which reverberated throughout the arena, almost all of the chas turned towards . And almost as one, they surged in my direction!
Which was, of course, what I wanted.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
I swung my spear wildly and started to smash all the chas that were beginning to surround .
At first, I was making good progress. Two, five, then ten chas quickly fell to my spear.
But as my massacre continued, I realized that the spear was becoming more and more of a hindrance!
I could only kill one or two chas at once, and it required a relatively long ti for to reset and swing the spear around to kill another one.
"I guess the spear is not that useful in such situations!!" I thought grimly to myself as I flung my spear away, and waded into the entire crowd of chas.
When completely surrounded and hemd in by so many enemies, the best weapons are your own elbows, fists, knees, feet and head!
BAM! I punched a heavy cha and imdiately downed it.
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
In the short mont when I punched the heavy cha, four vicious weapon swings and countless rifle beams had already landed on !
However, they didn't even cause a dent on my armor.
I had completely donned on my shaless cloak and had completely strengthened my cha armor using a generous dose of white cha particles.
I knew that as long as I didn't absorb other chas, strengthening my own cha could be easily explained by several high tech armor-enhancing items. Even if they couldn't perfectly pinpoint which technology I used, their energies would be spent researching on what sort of armor-enhancing item my backing had given .
Their focus wouldn't be on Devour at all.
And so I didn't hold back on abusing my power.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
I swung my body and launched three rapid jabs at the nearest chas within my attack range and downed them without much suspense!
I weaved my body and got into a good offensive rhythm.
Left hand: Jab! Jab! Jab!
Right hand: Hook!
Left foot: Kick! Kick! Kick! Step forward.
Right hand: Jab! Jab! Jab!
Left hand: Hook!
Right foot: Kick! Kick! Kick! Step forward.
Each hit downed a cha, and there was no lack of chas that delivered themselves to .
As I ntioned before, the generation of Chinese kids I was in was completely filled with fearless dragons and phoenixes. But at that mont, they were still mostly fearless.
They were not yet dragons and phoenixes, and so their excess bravery inadvertently pushed them over the line and made them ridiculously dumb.
They literally hand delivered themselves to and to my reputation!
Over a hundred kids fell during the first minute of my rampage.
Within ten minutes, a thousand.
The roar of excitent from the crowd that was so overwhelming re minutes ago had turned completely silent.
It was not a Grand lee at all.
It was turning out to be a Grand Massacre.
However at that point in ti, after ten minutes and only a thousand downed chas, it wasn't quite a massacre yet.
Not yet.
And as the crowd of chas suddenly lted away from around to give and one particular cha room for a one on one fight, that point hit really hard.
The glow around the dium cha was yellow. The pilot was within the top three pilots in the Grand lee!
"You're pretty good." A familiar girly voice called out from the cha.
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