《My Magical System 》Chapter 206: One-sided beating
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"A face-to-face brawl!"
"....."
"What!"
"Puffft!"
"Haha!"
"A face-to-face brawl?! This man is the epitome of bad luck!" Hearing it from someone, Mina didn't know if she would feel worried or agree with the person's comment.
Eman was just so unlucky.
Out of many choices out there, why does it have to be a face-to-face brawl? He was up against 10 people. Well, she hoped they would not go to the extent of injuring him gravely.
If only it wasn't prohibited to help, she would offer herself to help him.
Mina secretly prayed for his safety. She glanced beside her and noticed Sol with a nonchalant face. Mina already understood that Sol was just that type of girl. Right, she heard many of the girls in the academy were hating her. They even went to the extent of challenging her.
To Mina's surprise, no one was able to defeat her.
She wondered how strong Sol was.
Sitting in the middle was the princess. Currently, she was wearing a look that was looking forward to the brawl.
'Look at this brawl-loving princess.'
Mina shook her head at Princess Liya, who was staring at the arena with blazing eyes.
In the middle of the arena, all the participants from the two clans were now ready for the battle. However, many of the onlookers around still could not believe that one person persisted to continue the battle.
On second look, he looked so familiar to most of them. Right. It was him! The person deemed as magic-less in the whole academy. The person who tried to reach his hand to one of the academy's belle.
Damn!
No wonder he did not back down even though he was up against ten opponents. Well, since that person was not in the right mind, to begin with.
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Many of the onlookers started taunting Eman when they learned it was him. The infamous person in the academy.
"So it was him, huh!" Said the captain after one of his men whispered into his ear. Then a toothy grin appeared on his mouth.
"Okay, since both of the clans seem ready, let's not further delay the battle! Everyone! After the countdown, you may start the fight!"
After the announcer said it, 10 seconds were displayed on the widescreen monitor and the ground suddenly glowed. The next second, Eman and the others found themselves surrounded by bushes.
Right.
This was the function of an oval-shaped arena. When the number hit zero, the captain of Red Drake Clan beckoned to his men to beat up the fool.
After learning that it was this person who might lead them to uncover the reason why the Redwing clan was disbanded, the captain wanted to beat this guy first and let him spill the beans later for how the Redwing clan got disbanded.
While wearing wide grins on their faces, the members of the Red Drake Clan race forward.
They were racing to see who would be able to land the first strike on this fool.
"Oh my, they are tolerating this battle as some kind of a game," said one of the audience.
"Hehe, it's my win!" Laughed the first member of Red Drake Clan who managed to come first in front of Eman. With a face similar to a laughing lizard, the person lifted his shining fist to punch the idiot in front of him.
However,
"!!"
"What?!"
He was surprised when his shining fist was stopped by a palm. Then his face shook and his eyes were about to pop out from his eye-sockets when a fist was landed on his face. He couldn't comprehend where that fist came from. It went straight to his face without him knowing.
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They noticed a figure flying away. When they were finally able to determine who it was, everyone gasped for a second before they wondered what happened. The first member of the Red Drake Clan was sent flying away?! What? How?!
They stared back at the person who was now surrounded by the members of the Red Drake Clan. Most of them expected that it would be a boring one-sided beating. It was still a one-sided beating, but the one who did a beating was the opposite of what they had expected.
Instead of multiple people beating up a single opponent, it was a single person beating up multiple opponents.
All their attacks were caught and slapped with ease. Even their magical attacks were treated like nothing.
All the onlookers were watching with dumbfounded faces while Eman was kicking the asses of the members of the Red Drake Clan.
None of them were expecting such a result. Wait, is this an illusion? What the hell are they watching at the moment!? Is this a scripted battle? They could not believe the turn of events. Why was it the opposite of what they expected?! That B-rank clan was being beaten up by a person from an F-rank clan!
This is a super disgrace of the Red Drake Clan!
When they looked at the captain, they noticed that he was even having a shocked face, seemingly not expecting this result.
"What the fuck are you doing dumbass!" The captain roared.
But it was too late, his men were all bruised and cut. Their faces were swollen and barely conscious.
They did not expect that this man was so strong. Their attacks could not even deal damage to him! It seemed as though they were hitting a high-level monster known as the earth golem. Even their magical attacks were like breezes to him. Is this person even a human?!
Waaaait! Who was that who said that this man was a magic-less human?! Who was the f**king bastard who spread the fake news!? They wanted to shout. But it was too late, their bodies were aching all over. This man was too strong for them. Regardless, why this person in the F-rank clan? He should have been recruited by those powerhouse clans.
Somewhere in the arena, Herro was watching the fight with wide eyes. "Is that person his sworn brother?"
He already knew that his brother became stronger after he awakened, but not to this extent.
The princess's eyes glint. She knew it! This man was truly incredible.
Mina, on the other hand, gawked. She never thought that Eman's strength was already to this extent that he was capable of defeating those multiple opponents.
Sol, on the contrary, well, she already expected this result. It was her lord after all. Puny insects!
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