"He just has to prove himself."
When Kellogg said these words, everybody had weird expressions on their faces. In their minds, they were puzzled.
'How exactly do you expect a mortal to prove himself to you?'
Take for instance, if it's a battle you want, then are you not ashamed to suggest fighting a mortal? In terms of power… you are stronger than he is, in terms of technique… you have received training from the best of the best, what then is there to prove… is it who is more handsome?
Let's compare again, you have a more impressive background than your opponent and everybody knows this, so how do want him to prove himself?
Do you say to him… 'look, my daddy owns a planet, what does yours have?'
That's just absurd!
Currently, thoughts like these were running through everybody's minds now and even Kellogg's lackeys did not know how to respond to this.
Arran had to resist the urge to roll his eyes.
The arena was silent.Right now the situation was at an impasse, and Charmy had no way to resolve it. If she continued to rebuke Kellogg, then it would seem that she was not confident in Arran's chances of winning, but if she did not, then it would basically be sending Arran into Kellogg's trap to suffer.Actually, the situation itself was not too tricky, it was the choice of Arran's opponent that was very tricky.Omar may not be the most powerful cadet in this batch, but he had a very troublesome trait, or talent if it could be called that.Omar's presence was very weak and was almost nonexistent. If you put him in a crowd, by the time you blink he would already have vanished from your senses. He may be right by your side, but because of how weak his presence was, you would find it almost impossible to notice him.On a normal day, this trait was not a problem for other people, but in combat, this trait was a nightmare. Because of how it is difficu
The technique that Omar used in his strike was a very simple one.In principle, it was very similar to what Arran used when he sparred with Brendell in the outpost.At that time, during the final decisive moment of the fight, Arran performed a feint with his leg by reducing the amount of force used in his kick. By doing so he did not fully extend himself which left him with enough strength to pull back his attack in time and deliver the winning strike.In this sense, when Omar stabbed at the dummy, he did not immediately use his full strength but instead delivered it in short, rapid bursts which enabled him to stab three times in a single moment.A technique like this was too simple to perform by anybody who had received professional training. There was nothing about this technique that would spur the amazement of the cadets.Why were they amazed all the same? You would ask.That was because of the simple fact that Omar was even able to hide
Instructor Fel was slightly worried, but after thinking for some time, she decided not to interfere. She decided to watch how the situation would further develop. If she saw that things were going too far to be reasonable, then she would have to step in then.Omar who had been silent and expressionless all this time finally showed some emotion. Deep in his eyes there was a sharp gleam that showed his resolution to finish this with his next move.Even if he was not concerned initially when he was facing Arran's challenge, but seeing how Arran was able to overcome all the tests that he had put forward, Omar was finally resolved to do his best. After all, it would be in bad taste if he were to lose to a mortal.Omar raised his dagger and got into a proper stance. Suddenly, the air around him changed. If before Omar was casual in the way he conducted himself, then at this moment, Omar was like an unsheathed weapon of mass destruction. The deterrence effect that he e
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