《The Class Of Dan ThunderField》99-Dreading Death

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"Man, I hate fighting women but I still had to fight her. That annoys me." John instantly defeated his opponent, the girl who was holding a mace. He turns around and senses James's mana is near death.

He quickly rushes to their side. "What the-" And the moment he arrives he looks at James. Luckily, none of James's vitals had been hit but his lower abdomen had been stabbed multiple times. "Oi, Jack what the hell is going on?!" John asked as he looked at Jack who turned around.

The moment Jack turned around, John was speechless. Jack's face and hands had holes and through those holes was blood bleeding out. "This guy is a real tough one, John…" Jack said as he looked at the person whose eyes looked like a dead man walking.

John could feel immense mana from that very person. "Jack, take care of James. I will fight that guy." John understood that this very person might be beyond his reach. This person who looks like a dead man walking might well be at grandmaster level. Even Jack realized that. He backed off. "Just hold that fucker off until someone arrives. I will take James to the hospital and come back send back up on my way." Jack says. John nodded.

Before Jack left, he also said, "Those nails of his, be careful, they can extend." John never expected to find someone this strong on this battlefield.

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"What's your name?" John asked the man in front of him. The man didn't say anything. He just stared at John. "Not much of a talker, are you?" John took a fighting stance. "This guy might well be on par with Sir Dan or the headmaster. The fucker is too powerful. He is so powerful that I can actually feel his mana leaking." John thought.

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John just blinked his eyes and before his eyes appeared five pairs of nails.

*Swish*

He made sure to quickly get out of the way before he got harm. "Fucking hell…" The nails took a turn and started to come towards John again.

*Swish*

He jumped out of the way again, "THAT FUCKER JACK DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT NAILS BECOMING A FUCKING BOOMERANG!" John screamed his lungs out.

John kept on dodging over and over and over and over again. He started feeling exhausted. It felt as though he was done for but he kept on dodging. He thought to himself, "Do I seriously have to use the magic that the teacher taught me?!" John dodged as he thought about things. One of the nails cut his cheek a little. He realized how sharp the nails were. That's when John realized, "How the fuck did Jack take those nails head-on and still be alright? That fucker is one helluva monster." John took a stance again. "I guess, I will just have to use magic to win against you, don't I?" John's eyes turned light red.

"From the Tree of Hercules: Strengthenedged Punch!" The strength that John displayed was good enough to destroy the nails. "Now then, it's your turn." John took his stance again. That's when he saw that man utter his first words, "So weak." That man said. "What?!" John couldn't believe it but that man formed his nails back like it was nothing. "What the fuck even are you?" John thought that his life was going to come to an end. His hands and legs were trembling from fear. He couldn't take a step and his sweat was dripping down to the ground. He realized that the man he was facing didn't even use magic against him. That turned his fear into despair.

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That's when the man John was facing turned in the direction that Dan, the third commander, and Ulric are fighting, "Next time, I will kill you." The man said as he vanished from John's sight. John fell to the ground. He felt like another life had been granted to him.

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