The knee kick sent Donovan away with a powerful force, causing him to stumble backward and lose his balance. Then Nathan threw a punch, and leaves swayed in the fist's direction as they sliced through the air. A strong force struck Donovan's jaw, causing his head to snap to the side. The impact of the blow sent him crashing to the ground, dazed and disoriented.
He didn't have to react, as Nathan threw multiple punches in rapid succession, each one landing with precision and intensity. Donovan's body convulsed with each hit, unable to defend himself or counterattack. The relentless assault left him gasping for breath, his vision blurred, and his will to fight diminishing rapidly.
Kramer cautiously rushed to Nathan's back to launch a surprise, but the latter noticed him out of the corner of his eye. With a swift turn, Nathan redirected his focus and unleashed a powerful strike, catching Kramer off guard. The blow connected with a resounding thud, s
Nathan had received a quest to escape from the gous. That was also what the organizers wanted; they set it up that way. They knew that the strongest participants were at ordinary level 7 and wouldn't be able to defeat ordinary level 9 gous. Thus, they were sure that every participant would run away. However, they weren't aware of people like Nathan. The moment he saw the gous was ready to fight it, only the system saved the organizers' goal. Nathan prioritized the quest due to its reward; it offered him 1200 EXPs and 60 EPs, while defeating the gous could have given him 900 EXPs and 45 EPs. How could Nathan have gone for the lower-reward quest instead of the higher-reward quest? Not long after Nathan disappeared into dense foliage, escaping from the gous, two gouses emerged, frightening the couple. In the next moment, two more gouses appeared, terrifying and horrifying them even more. All gouses were at ordinary level 7.
The period to be in the field was over. That was great. He sluggishly got up and wandered his eyes in the dark. He sighed when he could catch a glimpse of anything. Boom! Not long after, gusts of wind swept across the atmosphere. The sound was followed by a dash of light that dashed in, chasing the thick darkness. Actually, the gate of the field had been opened, letting the rays of light rush in. Only at this moment did Nathan notice other participants standing close to him, their faces illuminated by the sudden burst of light. They all looked surprised to see each other, as if they had been unaware of their presence in the darkness. Some participants were talking to each other, while many others were just looking around. "The first phase of the competition is over!" The MC announced, causing the crowd to erupt in cheers and applause. However, some people were left disappointed as their friends and family members did not make it to the next phase. Others were relieved and excited
Nathan decided not to argue anymore. He was unaffected by his teammates' reactions. He was at ordinary level 9 and probably stronger than any of them. Smith had a smug expression on his face as he watched Nathan's teammates make bad comments about him. Nathan was defeated! "Let's forget about it and concentrate on how we are going to deal with the unknown coming challenges as a team." A young woman who had been quiet finally said things that made sense. "Moreover, whether he's pathetic, weak, or not, he's still our teammate, and no one can change that." Her words resonated with the rest of the team, causing them to nod in agreement. That's when the topic came to an end. "Preparation time is over. I hope everyone has a team now, and we will proceed." The MC announced it after some time. "The next phase, that's the second base, is the inclined plane!" The MC's voice echoed through
Unfortunately, Nathan had to be saved from rolling iron balls several more times, becoming a source of frustration for his teammates. This led to a growing resentment towards him within the team and insults being hurled at him on a regular basis. "You owe me a lot, b*tch! You'll pay me real cash, and don't think I'll forget it," Smith sneered, his anger palpable. The tension between them continued to escalate, poisoning the team dynamic even further. "Me too, and I've had enough of your incompetence," the red-haired boy added, his voice dripping with fury. The constant distractions caused by Nathan's repeated mishaps were hindering the team's progress and morale. More of his teammates commented against him. By that time, three teams had been expelled from the competition due to their teammates' costly mistakes. They were about to reach the edge, jump off, and complete the trial wh
"Participant Number 12 from Team 3 on Stage 2 with Participant Number 66 from Team 8!" The announcement sent a wave of nervous anticipation through the participants, as they had no idea what kind of opponent they would be up against. The random selection process made it even more nerve-wracking, as they had no time to prepare or strategize specifically for their upcoming battle. The pressure to win and contribute to their team's success was palpable in the air, as everyone understood the importance of each fight in determining their team's fate in the competition. More fights were declared, and the fighters made their way to the stage. The remaining participants felt their hearts racing, not knowing if they would be chosen next and, if chosen, what would be the nature of their adversaries. None of Team 11 was mentioned in the first round. None of the Team 11 members had been selected yet, adding to the anticipation and uncertainty. In fac
"You're amazing, Smith." "You did a great job!" "I knew you were going to win; you're outstanding." Smith was being overwhelmed with praise from his teammates. He smiled smugly with his gaze fixed on Nathan, who was just in front of him. Nathan never spared a glance at him. "You know what? These gifted people are just being overestimated, but they are a bunch of weaklings. I can easily take them down," Smith muttered to the redhead on his side, his voice filled with arrogance. The redhead nodded. "I see; it looks like strength is still the key factor here. It doesn't matter if you're gifted or not; if you're a weakling, you're a weakling." The redhead's gaze stuck on Nathan when he said these words. He also made sure to speak loud enough for Nathan to hear, emphasizing his point. Then he whispered to Smith. "Should we remind hi
"It's...It's impossible! How can you be that strong?" The bald man asked in disbelief, his voice filled with astonishment. "My nephew is at ordinary level 7, but you effortlessly defeated him; how strong are you?" "Sir, I'm not willing to tell you how strong I am. Just know that I'm capable of defeating your ordinary level 7 nephew." Nathan's response left the crowd in awe, their jaws dropping in amazement. The mysterious aura surrounding him only intensified, leaving everyone wondering about the true extent of his power. "Yeah, you cannot reveal it. Because you know that you'll expose yourself and your despicable deeds." Muttered the bald man, sounding cold and filled with hatred. "The strength you have just exhibited is that of someone of extraordinary rank, or at least at the peak of ordinary rank. There's no way someone who is not yet a military student could possess such power. You should've already joined the military a long
Nathan was surprised and confused, but soon came to a realization. "I have no idea about Gifted Academy." He sounded genuine, causing everyone to be dumbfounded, but they also came to a realization. Nathan was new to the city. He had no idea how things worked and had not yet been informed about the existence of Gifted Academy. The general's skepticism turned into understanding, and he nodded in acknowledgement. "I see," he said, his tone now filled with curiosity rather than disbelief. But in the next moment, he retained his previous demeanor and continued, "I have never heard a Gifted leveling so quickly like that. It's still impossible for the Gifted to do what you claim to do. Colonel Hughes, you're from the gifted academy; have you seen or heard something like that before?" Colonel Hughes paused for a moment, contemplating the general's question. "Sir, while it is true that the Gifted Academy has witnessed remar