The Hall was quiet.
The match was over in 10 seconds!
The members from Secondary High School couldn't believe their eyes.
Aryu was Middle Martial Captain, and he was defeated effortlessly!
*CHEERS!*
After the first person started cheering, it snowballed, and now the whole Hall was louder than ever before.
Ichiro took a deep breath and left the arena.
''Ichiro, where are you going?'' Giron asked with a raised eyebrow.
''I give up,'' Ichiro said and sat down on his chair.
Giron nodded, ''Rafael, Sariel, who next?''
''Me!'' Both said at the same time.
They glared at each other.
''Rafael, I am Captain. It's my choice to make.'' Sariel said with anger.
Rafael's eyebrow twitched, ''Captain should be our trump card if I lose. You are needed.''
Sariel gritted his teeth.
''Enough, Sariel, you go.'' Giron ended the dispute.
Sariel looked mockingly towards Rafael.
Rafael gritted his teeth hatefully.
Ichiro was in deep thought, 'My techniques aren't as dominating like in my previous life… They are strong yes, but I feel like they aren't as good as I remembered…'
Sariel's and Soru's fight started.
Soru was being very careful instantly.
[Wyrward Family Technique - One Punch Equals To Hundred Punches!]
*BAM*
Sariel stomped into the ground and unleashed his family's technique.
His arm looked like a blur and appeared in front of Soru in an instant.
*SMACK*
''ARGHH!'' Soru was pushed backward greatly; he was sliding on the ground, barely stopping before he fell down from the arena.
But there was a massive bruise on his arms; he had to use his arms to block the punch; otherwise, he would have lost already.
''RAAAA!'' Sariel roared and punched with his two fists on the ground.
*BAM*
His two fists pierced through the solid ground of the arena with ease.
Soru looked strangely at him.
Sariel's fists were buried in the ground for some reason.
''RAAA!'' Sariel again roared.
[Wyrward Family Technique - Hidden Beast Shall Awake Today's Misery!]
*BOOM*
*CRACK*
The ground cracked instantly, and from the cracks, a whirlwind appeared.
''RAAA!'' Sariel roared and aimed the whirlwind towards Soru!
Soru widened his eyes in shock and put his hands as a block.
But the whirlwind with ease sent Soru flying!
''AAHHHH!'' Soru flew through the air and crashed on Hall's wall.
Soru's unconscious body fell limply on the ground.
''Third match over! Winner, Sariel Wyrward!''
The Hall went quiet instantly, but shortly afterward, they woke from their stupor and started cheering like crazy.
Rafael and Ichiro looked at the scene with poker faces, like it was expected for Sariel to have at least this kind of strength.
Sariel wiped his hand and left the arena.
Giron entered the destroyed arena and shouted, ''MATCH OVER! Winner, High School of Fighting! Thank you Secondary High School of Fighting accepting our practice match request!''
Giron put his two hands together and bowed.
Markus sighed and bowed.
The members from Secondary High School were extremely defeated-looking.
Their three strongest students got defeated like nothing in the hands of 16-years-old brats!
Sariel sat down on his chair, in the middle of Rafael and Ichiro.
''Impressed?'' Sariel asked with a smirk.
Rafael snorted, ''Meh.''
''Fancy,'' Ichiro said.
Sariel gritted his teeth, ''Do you guys want to fight eh? I will defeat both of you!''
''FINE!'' Rafael roared and stood up, ''Because you two I couldn't fight!''
Sariel laughed madly, ''LET'S FIGHT!''
Ichiro stood up and cracked his knuckles.
Michael walked towards them with fighting intent filling him.
''ENOUGH!'' But then Giron roared angrily.
''Ehh…'' All the Kings said with disappointment.
Giron's eyebrow twitched, ''YOUR NEXT CLASS IS ABOUT TO START!''
''Lame…'' Sariel sighed.
''I didn't get to fight… unfair…'' Rafael muttered.
''I wanna fight…'' Michael murmured sadly.
''Party pooper…'' Ichiro said quietly.
But Giron could easily hear everything they said.
''FINE, YOU GUYS WANT TO FIGHT?! THEN FIGHT ME!'' Giron roared and threw his shirt off, showing his inhumanly huge muscular body.
The Four Kings sweatdropped.
''On the other hand, next class is quite important,'' Sariel said and left in a hurry.
Rafael nodded, ''Next class cannot be missed!'' After that, Rafael turned around and started running away.
''I don't feel like fighting anymore,'' Michael said and left.
Ichiro didn't say anything; he turned around and started running away.
Giron's eyebrow twitched, ''ICHIRO! AT LEAST TRY TO MAKE A EXCUSE!''
The Hall was already empty; after Sariel's match ended, it was cleared almost instantly because the next classes were about to start.
The Secondary High School members left with disappointment while their fighters stayed in the High School of Fighting to get treated for their injuries.
They all were severely injured.
The day went quickly.
The school ended quickly, and Ichiro and the rest returned to their dormitories.
Ichiro sat in his room and kept writing in his notebook.
*Brrr*
His concentration was disturbed because he got a message on his phone.
He opened the WorldlyTalk app and grimaced.
{Emperor: One of the Kings, well done~ Don't forget why you are there. In three months, preliminaries of the Underworld will start… Don't lose}
Ichiro bit his lips.
He thought about informing Abyss about this dilemma… but he can't.
Arkenthym is currently staying in Irio and will find out instantly if someone of Abyss' status entered Gensa. His status as the son-in-law of the Nightside family has already spread, which means that Arkenthym is keeping an eye on him more than ever.
Ichiro sighed, ''Once I am strong enough… I will hunt you down…'' He clenched his fist.
Ichiro shook his head, getting rid of these thoughts for now.
It will only make it harder for him to improve if he focuses on anger and revenge.
The Battle of the Cities will begin in a week.
The Battle of the Countries will begin in a month, but Ichiro and the Kings won't participate.
Then in three months… The Underworld tournament will be held.
It is not a team tournament… It is only an individual tournament, and dying is an everyday occurrence there.
And it is not rare for Heavenly Geniuses to fall there.