Chapter 295: Their Determination

Seeing Clark's gesture, she recollected what he told her earlier.

"Zara, I want you to use that skill on me again."

"What?!" Zara opened her mouth wide and rejected him with a serious expression. "No. I'm not gonna do it."

"Please. This is my request."

"I won't. With your current condition, you're going to be hospitalized for at least a few months!"

Clark also understood this consequence and his face gave a feeling that he had accepted it. He sighed. "It's still better than getting third or fourth place. This is a battle that I can't afford to lose."

"Why?! Is your future not important to you?"

"It's important, but the present is my priority right now." Clark shook his head helplessly. "You know, I am an orphan and have been living in the orphanage this whole time. After getting my blessing, I can finally start repaying the debts that I can't wash away in my entire life.

"All I want is to give the kids the happy life they deserve. And winning silver gives me something better than bronze or nothing." Clark let out a long sigh. "Still, I have never thought that someone this strong will be our opponent. As expected from Nella's cousin."

Clark took a deep breath and looked her in the eyes. "Zara, please. If I can't see any possibility of winning, please use that skill on me again. This is the only way we can win."

"You—" She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. She obviously understood how hard it was to challenge them, especially with Alea fighting in the arena.

Just like Clark, Alea might be able to defeat both she and Scarlet. Hence, they first needed to take the hindrances, which were Laust and Phyrill.

And Clark's plan was to use this skill to destroy them.

Clark only smiled and patted her shoulders. "That's all I want to say. I'm leaving it to you."

"You jerk."

…

Remembering the scene, Zara, although reluctantly, still used the skill. "Berserk."

Clark's eyes turned bloodshot as they emitted all his killing intent. Phyrill and Laust attacked him without realizing he had changed.

"Lightning Flash."

"Moon Slash."

Both of them sent their attacks, but Clark suddenly stepped over to the side with the speed they never saw before.

'Five minutes. My body can only handle it for five minutes… In that case, I won't hold back anymore.' Clark grasped both their blades to stop their attacks, covering it with his ice.

However, Phyrill had another blade on his other hand. He plunged that sword to him.

Clark leaned to the back to avoid it, but the sword still managed to scratch the side of his stomach. Blood began to flow out of that wound, dyeing his clothes red.

Not wanting to be outdone by Phyrill, Clark sent a kick to Phyrill's side and blew him away.

"Gah!" Phyrill coughed up blood as if he was exaggerating it.

Phyrill was blown away to the ground while Laust struggled to pull his sword out.

When he was about to be hit, Laust changed his attack. "Raging Bull Strike."

"!!!" Clark furrowed his eyebrows as he stopped his movement and tried to counter Laust's extraordinary strike.

Bam.

A small crater appeared beneath their feet as Clark smiled and froze the entire ground, including Laust's feet, to prevent him from moving.

After sealing his movement, Clark sent another punch. The fist was covered with a layer of ice, so Laust knew it would freeze him if it landed.

Luckily, Phyrill had returned and struck his fist from the side, stopping it. "You're not going to hit Laust."

"Your strength is not enough anymore."

"Yeah, but we are enough." Phyrill smiled as he stomped the ground, cracking the layer of ice that trapped Laust.

Laust used that chance to kick Clark's lower abdomen.

Clark stepped back as if feeling the pain, but he didn't forget to grab Phyrill's sword. "I caught you both again."

Before anyone made their move, Clark pulled Laust to his side and used his knees to hit the same spot he kicked him.

"Gah!" Laust widened his eyes as he felt his organs were shaking.

Lightning sparked from his body and covered Phyrill's entire body.

"Lightning. I'm already resistant to it!" Clark gritted his teeth and endured that power.

Seeing it wasn't effective, Phyrill tried to make some changes, but Clark threw him to the wall.

Laust had recovered by that time, but Clark also wanted to finish it at this moment.

Laust and Clark sent a punch to each other's cheek.

"Kh." Both of them quickly recovered from it and sent another attack, but Laust decided to do another trick.

"Sonic Speed."

Since his sword was still grasped by Clark, he decided to use his speed to loop around him, twisting his wrist.

Even Clark felt his intention and quickly let go of the sword.

As Laust tried to stop the momentum, Clark leaped to Phyrill, who just recovered.

"Lightning Stab."

Phyrill covered his weapons with lightning and thrust the right sword to Clark's incoming right fist.

At the same time, he remembered Radvils' teaching. "My objective is to kill."

Phyrill's sword suddenly changed its direction, sliding next to Clark's arm and heading straight to Clark's chest.

"!!!" Clark drew a gasp and hurriedly completed his punch, blowing Phyrill away.

Phyrill rolled in the ground a few times. As soon as he came to a halt, he struggled to get up.

But Clark's condition wasn't that good either. He had a quite deep cut on his chest, shortening his time limit even further.

"He has prepared to take my blow and use it to kill me? If it's not due to his stature, I would have died." Clark gulped down, understanding why Phyrill was an assassin. Even if he needed to sacrifice a few bones or his arm, Phyrill would surely take down his target.

Phyrill rose from the ground as Laust appeared in front of him, covering him from Clark.

Phyrill released all his killing intent which wasn't inferior to Clark's.

He was the closest person to Laust in this group, so Laust took a deep breath and swallowed his pride. "You're the boss. I will match your movement."

Phyrill couldn't help but smile as he stated, "I am not afraid of you. Can you defeat me or can I kill you first? Let's see what will happen in this match."