Book 1: Chapter 96.4: Challengers Part IV
Back at the Dome
Anthony has yet to be disappointed by the girl he found the name of to be Scarlet. Even with her lacking skill in actual combat techniques, often opting to go with a more instinctive and brute force manner of attack, she still always goes with the right choice in the battle. And while others mightve believed her staying back and weakening Sentinel over time was a cowards way of fighting, Anthony fully supports it.
And seeing Sentinels manner of challenging Scarlet almost had Anthony bursting out into laughter. But he had to hide it. After all, that wouldnt make a good impression on the person he wants to impress.
The reasoning for Sentinels actions are rather obvious when one knows where he is from, since overly familiar actions like that are extremely common there. Which Scarlet might not know. That or she just doesnt know where hes from.
Amusing regardless.
After a second though, the amusement on Anthonys face dies at the sight currently going on in the screen.The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.
A few seconds after the man was mauled, the glowing golden light grows brighter and brighter, with his eyes being the brightest of all. He then spreads his arms out on either side of him and lets out a roar before charging straight towards Scarlet.
Some sort of berserk skill? Probably at least epic rarity too if it lets him completely ignore a wound like that.
It might even be legendary, the voice of Anthonys fae echoes in his head, surprising him for a second.
So, you finally decided to show up? After most of the first round duels of interest are already over? Just skip the rest of the tournament why dont cha?
You dont need assistance from me in a game of petty battles between children, Artoria answers, used to Anthonys personality after having been contracted with the strange man for months already. Many of those having her wish she had chosen a different person to contract with, even if he is an extraordinary talent.
If thats so, then why did ya come here at all?
You know why, she answers, and Anthonys eyes gravitate towards Scarlet on the video feed. It would appear as if both of my brothers without contracts decided to contract in the same year. And father wont give any of us details on their contractors.
Couldnt you just ask him? Hes your brother after all.
I cant help but grimace as I get back up from the ground, very much pissed off at the state of my jacket. Even if a hell of a lot more of it is intact than if this was before it was turned into magi-tech armor.
But I dont want to waste a repair on it since thatll cost mana. Which is something I need to spend carefully in this fight. And all of his attacks are hitting my sides, shoulders, arms, and legs anyways, so nothing too important is exposed. Not that that would matter since they censor it anyways.
Doesnt change that itll feel weird if it happened.
Damnit, what type of skill does this anyways?! Its absolutely broken!
Well, itll most likely have a backlash as well, not to mention that hell probably die the moment it runs- Tar pauses mid-sentence when the golden light vanishes in an instant and the man who was currently charging at me just face plants into the ground. Then Tar finishes. Runs out. Like that.
I blink in surprise before finding myself in the dome again.
The heck?
All of the damage you dealt to him while he was berserk shouldve been kept in a sort of stasis, where it didnt affect him until the skill ran out its duration, Tar explains, making me understand that I probably wouldve been a lot happier if I had just avoided him most of that fight.
Anyways, I quickly notice the many, many people staring at me and Sentinel in the dome.
I look up to find that there arent any duels going on right now.
Guess they all watched our duel?
Then clapping can be heard from above us all, making me raise my head to find Viper looking directly between me and Sentinel. And as if copying her, a large majority of the students join her.
Okay, whats happening?
Dont ask me, Tar says with the mental equivalent of a shrug as if I wasnt just talking to myself and was asking him.