Chapter 115 Dystopia I



Swoosh—!

Deftly dodging the straight punch launched at him, Zio counterattacked with his own unpolished bare-fist combat technique.

Zio was currently in a joint sparring session of the Training Combat Class, his opponent was someone from the Serpent class who excelled in hand-to-hand combat.

Despite that, he managed to fight on par with him because of his prediction ability. 

His opponent couldn't hit him because Zio was constantly dodging. Meanwhile, Zio couldn't hit his opponent because his technique was too basic for his opponent to parry and dodge.

As the fight continued, his opponent's attacks were becoming faster. But, no matter how fast his opponent's attack was, his Clairvoyance could still follow it as long it was still in his prediction time range, allowing him to see and predict any danger that would happen in 5 seconds to the future.

Though he could predict dangers, it didn't mean he could avoid them unless he was ready. His thinking process (brain) and body had a significant role to avoid danger, and his mental fortitude also.

In the end, the spar between the two of them was turning into an endurance fight rather than techniques and skills.

Zio could reinforce his speed and power with mana coating but that would be breaking the rules of the spar. If only there was no merit reduction penalty, Zio would gladly break the rule to win his spar.

He didn't afraid of getting a bad reputation among his peers or instructors for breaking the rules. But, he was more afraid of his merit point would get deducted.

Swoosh—!

An uppercut came at him at high speed but as always Zio dodged it and launched a quick counter. Taking a step back to dodge, he pulled his torso down as he twisted his body, toppling his opponent with a sweep kick.

It was supposed to be impossible for his opponent to drop that easily but, he was already exhausted and his focus was distracted.

Thud—!

Zio inhaled the oxygen before rushing to intercept his opponent who was about to get up, locking his neck like a snake to its prey but quickly releasing him as soon as he remembered one of the rules forbidding the use of lock or submission grappling.

So, after freeing his opponent, they both rose to their feet and started over.

Face to face, their eyes locked as if they were having a staring contest.

Then, as if someone was blowing the whistle, they began their move, their decider move. Who would win?

The Serpent class student launched a straight punch but was dodged by Zio. Unexpectedly, he quickly pulled his punching hand and twisted his body, attacking Zio with his left elbow.

Zio backstepped while his palm reached for the elbow. Pushing the elbow, he broke his opponent's balance and quickly followed up with a hook.

But, his hook was only a feint for momentum to spin his body to do a spinning back heel kick, perfectly landing on the Serpent class student's jaw, leaving him standing unsteadily.

"That's enough."

The instructor's voice stopped Zio from doing a follow-up move as the instructor noticed that the Serpent class student couldn't continue the fight, he was already on his knee the moment Zio realized it.

Feeling the adrenaline gradually fade away, Zio flexed his fist, opening and closing it over and over as exhaustion started to burden his body.

"You did a good job for canceling your lock back there, or else you'd have been got a penalty."

Praising Zio was one of the four instructors that oversee the Combat Training Class' spar session, Clara. Her blue eyes almost captivated Zio, but not as much as how Carolina's turquoise eyes did to him, it was to the point that he wanted to gouge her eyes out and collected them.

"Ahaha…"

When Clara dismissed him, Zio regrouped with Enzo and Hulio.

"That was a nice move you did right there, that guy was really caught off guard by your feint!"

Hulio said, his voice filled with amazement and excitement.

"I'm just lucky."

Zio settled on the bench to Enzo's right side. The three of them had a small talk before turning their attention back to the sparring floor, solemnly watching as the students exchanged hits on each other.

Zio was focused, at least until a group of students wearing blue cloaks and hats, with some red colored cloaks, designed like military uniform cloaks, showed up on the training center floor. Zio furrowed as his eyes locked on and followed them.

A familiar figure was walking among them. Flowing red hair like a flame with curtain bang, eye color as red as a burning fire, complementing the red coat she was wearing.

"She really joined the student council?"

"Who?"

"Ember."

Zio pointed at the group, and Hulio tracked where Zio's finger was pointing, finding out the group of student council roamed the floor. One of them, a small girl with white hair styled in a ponytail and wearing a chain monocle was approaching instructor Clara.

Upon focusing his attention on the girl, a window screen popped up in Zio's vision as he acquired the information about the girl whose name was 'Bianca Madeline'.

He closed his eyes as he tried to remember who Bianca Madeline was in the novel only to find out just insignificant information about her that she was only a character that showed up only in a few chapters and then vanished until the end of the story.

"What are they doing here anyway?"

Hulio asked, his expression seemingly clueless about them.

"It's because of Shiro Oni."

Enzo who was quiet since the beginning finally speak up.

"Shiro Oni? White Demon? You mean that wannabe villain who recently caused a ruckus in Singapore and some other Southeast Asia countries?"

"Yes, that one. I heard rumors about him roaming around Octagram Island and the academy's vicinity. Maybe that's why the student council tightened their patrol, in case Shiro Oni planning something in Octagram."

Someone chuckled as Enzo spouted nonsense. It was Niah, just arrived after her spar session and lose miserably.

"Hahaha! Planning something here? In Octagram? He must be an idiot! Who in their right mind doing 'something' in the land of heroes?"

As someone who heard and felt Niah's words stabbing him with facts, Zio could only scratch his cheek, though his eyes were still locked on the group of the student council.

'Well, sorry about that…'