Chapter 16: Battle Arena (3)

Chapter 16: Battle Arena (3)

Bazz, with a fierce roar, launched the Gustful Fist toward me. The ground trembled as the massive form of a fist hurtled through the air, threatening to crush everything in its path.

In that critical moment, I activated 'that' ability. Lunging towards the oncoming fist, my hand radiated an eerie glow—a dark lightning that crackled with an intensity, Sparks of crimson outlined the shadows, dancing with each surge of the black lightning. A shockwave rippled through the arena, and for a moment, it seemed as though time itself had frozen. The impact resonated through my arm, but my grip held firm.

one second went by and another passed, as I kept holding onto the fist that could've beaten me long ago... it felt like a year. and the system response echoed in my consciousness,

[Successful Parry!]

[Luck has manifested! The parry has been sent back 2x stronger.]

I couldn't believe it. As the Gustful Fist, now redirected, soared back toward Bazz.

His eyes widened with surprise as his skill became a weapon against him. The holographic screens captured the dramatic turn of events, and the announcer's voice boomed, "Unbelievable! Absolutely BREATH TAKING! ShadowWriter turns Bazz's power against him with what looks like the perfect counter! Are you guys seeing this? He's just an Archer???" The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

In a split second, the manifestation of power crashed into Bazz, sending shockwaves through the arena floor. Bazz caught off guard, attempted to stop his attack, but the sheer momentum proved insurmountable.

The moment of impact was chaos. The Gustful Fist, a swirling maelstrom of unleashed power, crashed into Bazz with a thunderous roar. The arena reverberated with the force of the collision, sending shockwaves through the air.

For an instant, the gusting winds merged with Bazz's aura, creating a breathtaking display of elemental fury. Spectators could almost feel the sheer force of the wind, a tornado in the form of a fist, as it clashed against Bazz.

Despite his strength, he wasn't strong enough in the face of his ability. The impact sent him staggering backward, his attempts to resist the force proving insufficient. The crowd, witnessing the spectacle, held their breath as the Gustful Fist launched Bazz straight towards the wall and crashed towards it.

As the winds subsided, leaving only echoes of the wind, Bazz lay sprawled on the arena floor. With just a small ounce of luck, the creations of what was my imagination were now unconscious, I had beaten A Main character.

The holographic screens blinked, and the announcer's voice declared the victor. The arena fell silent.

I stood there exhausted, hurt, and bloody. Breathing heavily, I stood victorious, bruised and Injured. The crowd erupted in cheers, And I could barely walk as the workers of the Organization escorted Bazz and me out of the arena.

[Main Story Quest Completed. Quest: Knock Bazz out of the tournament!]

[Rewards are now being transferred... Transfer complete!]

[All Stats with numerical value have been given a 1+! (Percentage) or (Point)]

[55 Battle Points Have Been Awarded.]

I was really pleased to see how far I'd come, but I don't think I could survive against Bazz, who was weak at the beginning of the story. I knew I could manage, but I still needed to get even stronger if I wanted to return home one day.

The workers, clad in their black attire, approached. One of them, a technician, spoke up, "ShadowWriter, amazing work out there. We will be taking you to the Hyper Stasis Chamber." he said in a formal yet serious tone as he put my right arm over his shoulder and walked me out.

"Ah yes thank you," I said in a polite tone, acknowledging the workers who were now escorting both Bazz and me out of the arena.

I grunted in response, the soreness evident in my voice. "What happened? Did I lose?"

The medic nodded, "Yes, ShadowWriter managed to redirect your Gustful Fist, and it hit you back. You took quite a hit, but the healing process is going well. Physically, you're all healed up, but you might still feel the injuries from the battle. It'll take some time for everything to settle."

I scowled, the bitter taste of defeat lingering. "I never expected an archer to pull off a move like that."

The medic chuckled, Yes, I don't think anyone expected to see an archer pulling that off in broad daylight. There are many rumours of him being a smurf within the arena, but many analytic experts doubt this, so it's safe to assume he's probably an Academy Star Prospect from somewhere." The medic paused to check her clipboard, ticking off items as she stared at me, then looked back at her list before continuing.

"The Organization's boss watched the match in awe. He was impressed by young talents like you and that Archer. But don't let it get to your head. Just take it easy for now, and when you're ready, you can leave anytime."

As I rested my head, I wondered if he went to our academy. If he did, I needed to see his true power upfront because nothing leaked out of him during that fight—no faint traces of mana or qi.

Who could be such a talented archer? Maybe it was Jae Yoona, but that's impossible. I'm certain Shadow Writer is a guy. Perhaps it's the lunatic in our class? No, he uses a crossbow, so it couldn't be him. I chuckled and laughed it off. There's no way a low-performing student could be as strong as Shadow Writer, that damn skilled Archer.

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[Dawnblade's Main Stage Arena]

"I am proud to announce that Shadow Writer has advanced to the D-League's Grand Finals! A triumph for a rookie who uses the bow and arches like Robin Hood himself. Incredible!" exclaimed the announcer.

After winning my semi-final round, I faced off against Silent Phantom. Though he was tricky to figure out, he was a no-named character, so I knew I could dispose of him with ease. All I had to do was spam vulnerability reader to find his weaknesses and defeat him. It was already hard enough to beat Bazz with just sheer luck, but I already knew who my final opponent was.

As I watched the fight that followed, I saw an imposing figure standing six feet tall with a muscular build that spoke of countless hours spent honing his body. He carried a long broadsword that seemed almost as tall as me. It was Jasper, one of the fodder villains, who I created as a stepping stone for the main characters.

However, it was way too early for them to meet Jasper since he would be over at the first destination of the breakfast club's activities, France.

But the time wasn't right now since I had a week to think about the plans of Jasper.

As the hour approached for my confrontation with Jasper, I found myself in the waiting room. Looking at the final part mission for my quest. The air was thick with anticipation, and it would be wise to rest and gather my thoughts.

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New Ability Learnt!: Projectile Disarm: The ability is a precision-focused skill that allows the user, to actively deflect or parry incoming projectiles with remarkable accuracy.

>Health: 67 -> 68

>Strength: 20.5 -> 21.5

>Stamina: 33.5 -> 34.5

>Speed: 62 -> 63

>Luck: 0.08% -> 1.08%

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