692: Arthur Gordons.
692: Arthur Gordons.
“Hmm, why are you the one chosen to face ?
Has your team already given up on winning?” Connor said his face showing a perplexed emotion, as he stretched his arms
During all this he made sure not to take his eyes of Arthur, who stood calmly on the opposite side of the stage.
“Given up?
Hardly.
We’re not the type to surrender without a fight, why don’t you step forward and find out why I’m the one here?” Arthur replied with a sly smile.
Connor shrugged dismissively, clearly unimpressed by Arthur’s confidence, and this was all because he didn’t take his opponent seriously, assuming this would be an easy victory.
“Begin!” The referee’s voice rang out.
Without hesitation, Connor dashed toward Arthur, closing the distance in a blur.
The crowd fell silent, holding their breath as the first move unfolded.
Connor’s hand partially transford, his fingers elongating into razor-sharp claws, and he slashed viciously toward Arthur’s neck as if aiming to decapitate him in one move.
Arthur, however, was ready, before Connor’s strike could connect, Arthur raised his left arm that was covered in a stone skin spell in a defensive stance, supporting it with his right hand.
Bang!
The stage reverberated with a sharp sonic boom as Arthur blocked the powerful strike, stepping back only three paces.
The crowd gasped in shock as Arthur casually twisted his left arm, eliciting a series of cracking sounds, as though resetting his bones.
“That was close, now it’s my turn.” Arthur said, his sly smile returning.
In an instant, Arthur dashed forward, his speed blurring as he closed the gap between him and Connor.
Caught off guard by Arthur’s swift recovery, Connor hesitated, in which Arthur seized the mont, launching a punch aid squarely at Connor’s face.
Reacting instinctively, Connor raised his palm to intercept the blow, intending to clamp Arthur’s fist.
However, in a split second, Arthur retracted his right hand and sent a left hook instead, targeting Connor’s rib cage.
Arthur’s left fist glowed with golden light, infused with his tal elent as he enhance the force of his attack.
Boom!
The impact was trendous, causing the crowd to erupt in astonishnt as Connor was hurled into the air, his body flung far across the stage before crashing to the ground.
The sheer force of Arthur’s single strike left Connor dazed and out of commission, sending shockwaves through the audience.
“What am I watching?
Since when did the War God Academy team have soone this strong?” a spectator exclaid, his voice filled with disbelief.
He couldn’t reconcile what he’d just witnessed Connor, a renowned powerhouse from the Bloodline Academy, sent flying effortlessly with a single strike, despite being in the sa realm as his opponent, in fact he was thought to have the edge.
“If the War God Academy team had this kind of strength all along, why did they act like weaklings before?” another person questioned aloud, struggling to comprehend the turn of events.
On the stage, Connor pushed himself off the ground, his expression now far more serious.
Blood trickled from the corner of his lips, which he wiped away with the back of his hand.
“You’re dead!” Connor growled, his voice dripping with malice.
His body began to twist and contort unnaturally, the sound of snapping and reforging bones echoing across the arena.
The grueso transformation, which would have driven most people mad with pain, was nothing new for Connor.
As a seasoned werewolf, he endured the agony with ease as thick fur sprouted across his body, his muscles expanded, and his limbs grew longer and more nacing.
Razor-sharp claws extended from his hands as he completed his transformation.
A powerful surge of mana pressure rippled out from Connor’s now monstrous form, radiating the undeniable aura of a Mid Tier 5 Mage.
Even during his transformation, Connor kept a wary eye on Arthur, expecting him to attack and disrupt the transformation process.
But Arthur didn’t budge, instead, he simply stood there, waiting for him to complete his transformation, his calm deanour only fuelling Connor’s rage.
When the transformation was complete, Arthur casually stretched out his arm, conjuring dual golden swords from with tal elent.
Their radiant glow shimred with a lethal edge.
“Co at now, beast.
Didn’t you claim you were going to kill ?” Arthur taunted, twirling one of his swords before gesturing towards Connor to co mockingly.
His calm words and confident stance further infuriated Connor, who roared and lunged at him.
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