2025-02-18 01:01:33"I am afraid that won't happen." Oliver stood his ground and glared right into the eyes of Ken.
"What did you just say?" Ken questioned in disbelief.
"I said that won't happen!" Oliver responded.
Hearing the words of Oliver, Ken's face became bright red in anger and he stretched forth his right hand, aiming to grab Oliver's neck. Oliver saw the hand heading towards him, and he took a step to the side, allowing Ken to grab nothing but thin air.
"I just dodged his attack easily?" Oliver exclaimed internally after preventing Ken from grabbing his neck.
"Hey, Ken, what's the matter over there? If he's not willing to cooperate, then make him cooperate!" Christopher voiced out right where he sat with his legs crossed on the table.
After receiving the order from Christopher, Ken clenched his right fist tightly and threw it out towards Oliver's face. Oliver stood there, his gaze fixed in the punch traveling towards his face at a tremendous speed.
When the fist was only few inches away from his face, Oliver swerved his body sideways, dodging the punch by a hair length. Watching Oliver dodge the second strike from Ken, the students faces were now filled with disbelief.
Ken retrieved his outstretched arm swiftly and punched it out towards Oliver's face once more, thinking it was due to luck that he dodged the first one. Oliver moved his body to the left, dodging the punch easily.
"If I can dodge this way in my current state, imagine what would happen if I add few points to my perception attribute." Oliver mused as he added five points he got from the daily quest to his perception attribute, while placing the remaining three in his strength.
After placing the points into his attributes, Oliver found another fist heading towards his head with full force. Gazing at the incoming fist, Oliver could see the decrease in speed and found it too easy to dodge.
He moved his body sideways, dodging the punch easily, and Ken's fist kept traveling forward due to the immense power behind it.
"Time to feel what it's like to be on the receiving end!" Oliver then clenched his right fist tightly, his bones popping out as he channeled all his hatred and anger. Oliver then swung out the clenched fist towards Ken's jaw.
Ken who was yet to retrieve his outstretched arm, had less time to react. Even though he could see the punch heading towards him, he was still unable to block.
BAM!
Oliver's fist slammed heavily onto Ken's jaw, and he got lifted two meters into the air and sent flying backwards. His body flew across the cafeteria until he crashed into the table where Christopher sat, and passed out instantly.
The students spectating the fight gave a collective gasp after witnessing what just happened. The supposed trash knocking out a high ranked student like Ken with a single punch.
"What just happened?" Christopher pondered internally with a look of disbelief etched on his face as he glanced at Ken who laid down in front of him unconscious.
"You scumbag! How dare you!" Christopher's second minion rose from his seat and stepped forward. The boy had muscular body that was like that of a professional body builder, his long blonde hair tied up in a pony tail, and his face fierce and evil.
His name was Dan.
"How dare you lay your filthy hands on my brother!" Dan voiced out, his voice dripping with anger as he clenched his fists tightly and stood few meters away from Oliver.
Oliver placed his food tray on the table nearby and also clenched his fists, and his gaze fixed intently on Dan.
"You are corpse!" Dan voiced out as he charged in at a tremendous speed, and the speed at which he moved caused dust to rise from the floor and the students around couldn't hardly see him move.
In a blink of an eye, he arrived directly in front of Oliver, and he wasted no time in punching out his fist.
"He's quite fast." Oliver commented internally as he moved to the opposite direction, allowing Dan's fist miss him by a hair length and he ended up punching nothing but thin air.
Before Oliver could catch his breath, he caught sight of Dan's second fist heading towards his head from the other side. Even though the fist moved in an incredible speed, Oliver still managed to react by ducking low and making the punch go over him.
With Oliver below, he clenched his fist and sent out a punch of his own.
BAM!
The fist collided neatly with Dan's chest, and Dan was forced to cough up saliva as he got pushed several steps backwards.
"What's with his strength? Isn't he the same trash of yesterday?" Dan pondered internally as he kept sliding backwards, until he finally stopped himself and wiped the saliva from his mouth with his sleeve.
"I didn't plan on using this, but to avoid getting humiliated in front of Christopher, I have to." Dan mused as he widened both of his palms, and long sharp claws grew from his fingers.
His two hands were now resembling that of a vicious tiger.
"Oh no, Dan just activated his beast Talent!" A student watching from the side exclaimed with his hands in his head and his eyes widened in shock.
"About time, Dan!"
"It's over for that trash!"
Dan glared at Oliver for a few seconds before launching forward for another attack. Arriving within striking distance, he slashed his claws towards Oliver's chest.
"It's not just the claws." Oliver mused as he swirled his body sideways, dodging the claws by a hair length, but the tip of the claws still scraped his chest and had caused blood to be drawn. "He now possess both the speed, strength, and agility of a tiger." Oliver pondered internally as he glanced at his chest that had blood dripping down from it.
"Time to die, trash!" Dan spar as he slashed his claws towards Oliver.
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