Chapter 8: FIGHTER Demon Fighter State
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Chapter 8: FIGHTER: Demon Fighter State
Head Instructor Keisha's stare was deep and sharp as she looked at them and said strictly, "Only the top ten performers will be announced by me. The useless ones, by my fellow colleagues.
"Nathaniel Bones, total score 65 percent - Tenth place."
...
"Seraph Jobs, total score 81 percent - Fourth place."
"Wade Frunze, 92 percent - Third place."
"Alicia Moxie, 97 percent - Second place."
"Tyrion Meth, 180 percent - First place"
The entire crowd of students wasn't shocked by this news but we're very dissatisfied.
Wade who had always been second place previously, was especially hostile when he looked at Tyrion, as if he had snatched something away from him.
"Head Instructor, there must have been a mistake! How could he be in first place?" Wade said, moving forward and pointing at Tyrion, unwilling to accept the result.
While he hadn't always been first due to Alicia's undeniably astounding talents he had always been second and was used to looking down on his peers.
In his eyes, Tyrion, who had always scored badly for the actual combat sessions, was trash among trash and he would not usually even spare him a glance. The source of this content can be connected to n0v3lb!n★
"Instructor, I too refuse to accept this decision!" Seraph said as she stepped forward, maintaining her dignified disposition. "Tyrion's actual combat scores were never as outstanding as ours, so why is his score higher than ours now?"
"That's right, I am unwilling to accept the results, too!"
"The first time was because he was lucky the Winged Python swallowed him without crushing him thereby giving him the opportunity to escape, killing it. The second time was simply luck! If it were out there, he would never be lucky enough to have survived. Why are his scores even higher than ours?"
The others were also unwilling to accept the results, and their faces said it all. During the assessment, it was a lot easier for the top ten to have killed the Horned Panther and the winged python than it had been for Tyrion.
Particularly Wade who managed to kill his opponent within ten moves and escape unscathed. In comparison, Tyrion fight could only be described as immense luck.
Its single eye locked into instructor Kiesha and an overwhelming brutality and viciousness exuded from it.
He was also a Demon Fighter and at the beast phantom level at that.
Noticing this, Keisha's crimson eyes that were previously glued on the information of Tyrion moved as it locked onto Mr Meddleton.
In that instant, a shiver ran through the latter's spine. Keisha's lips curled up to a smirk and then proceeded to ignore him as though he was empty air.
Mr Meddleton's fear seemed to have vanished as anger consumed him. "I've had enough of you."
He immediately punched downwards.
"ROOOAR!"
The air shook as shock waves rippled with great intensity. The surrounding space seemed to distort and contract as the one-eyed beast also punched its fist down at Instructor Keisha.
Dust rippled out of him like a dam as the wind shrieked from too much power.
"That's enough Meddleton."
Suddenly, the phantom image collapsed as though it was made of smoke, and the condensed strength as well as the accumulated moment faded.
"Who!?" Instructor Meddleton glared sideways only to see Fabian smiling at him.
Instructor Meddleton was a bit stunned and wanted to refuse but then he remembered his great-one-eyed fist had been easily dispelled by the other, he nodded his head reluctantly.
Giving a glare towards Instructor Keisha's way, he spat out.
"You don't deserve to be the head instructor, neither will you ever become one of us."
With that, he turned around and left.
The other six instructors glanced at Kiesha with complicated expressions and they also turned to leave to make their own preparations with the exception of Fabian.
"You know you've used up your death quota for this set right?"
For the first time, Keisha's expressionless face changed as she sneered. "Hypocrite!"
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Chapter 8: FIGHTER: Demon Fighter State
Head Instructor Keisha's stare was deep and sharp as she looked at them and said strictly, "Only the top ten performers will be announced by me. The useless ones, by my fellow colleagues.
"Nathaniel Bones, total score 65 percent - Tenth place."
...
"Seraph Jobs, total score 81 percent - Fourth place."
"Wade Frunze, 92 percent - Third place."
"Alicia Moxie, 97 percent - Second place."
"Tyrion Meth, 180 percent - First place"
The entire crowd of students wasn't shocked by this news but we're very dissatisfied.
Wade who had always been second place previously, was especially hostile when he looked at Tyrion, as if he had snatched something away from him.
"Head Instructor, there must have been a mistake! How could he be in first place?" Wade said, moving forward and pointing at Tyrion, unwilling to accept the result.
While he hadn't always been first due to Alicia's undeniably astounding talents he had always been second and was used to looking down on his peers.
In his eyes, Tyrion, who had always scored badly for the actual combat sessions, was trash among trash and he would not usually even spare him a glance. The source of this content can be connected to n0v3lb!n★
"Instructor, I too refuse to accept this decision!" Seraph said as she stepped forward, maintaining her dignified disposition. "Tyrion's actual combat scores were never as outstanding as ours, so why is his score higher than ours now?"
"That's right, I am unwilling to accept the results, too!"
"The first time was because he was lucky the Winged Python swallowed him without crushing him thereby giving him the opportunity to escape, killing it. The second time was simply luck! If it were out there, he would never be lucky enough to have survived. Why are his scores even higher than ours?"
The others were also unwilling to accept the results, and their faces said it all. During the assessment, it was a lot easier for the top ten to have killed the Horned Panther and the winged python than it had been for Tyrion.
Particularly Wade who managed to kill his opponent within ten moves and escape unscathed. In comparison, Tyrion fight could only be described as immense luck.
Its single eye locked into instructor Kiesha and an overwhelming brutality and viciousness exuded from it.
He was also a Demon Fighter and at the beast phantom level at that.
Noticing this, Keisha's crimson eyes that were previously glued on the information of Tyrion moved as it locked onto Mr Meddleton.
In that instant, a shiver ran through the latter's spine. Keisha's lips curled up to a smirk and then proceeded to ignore him as though he was empty air.
Mr Meddleton's fear seemed to have vanished as anger consumed him. "I've had enough of you."
He immediately punched downwards.
"ROOOAR!"
The air shook as shock waves rippled with great intensity. The surrounding space seemed to distort and contract as the one-eyed beast also punched its fist down at Instructor Keisha.
Dust rippled out of him like a dam as the wind shrieked from too much power.
"That's enough Meddleton."
Suddenly, the phantom image collapsed as though it was made of smoke, and the condensed strength as well as the accumulated moment faded.
"Who!?" Instructor Meddleton glared sideways only to see Fabian smiling at him.
Instructor Meddleton was a bit stunned and wanted to refuse but then he remembered his great-one-eyed fist had been easily dispelled by the other, he nodded his head reluctantly.
Giving a glare towards Instructor Keisha's way, he spat out.
"You don't deserve to be the head instructor, neither will you ever become one of us."
With that, he turned around and left.
The other six instructors glanced at Kiesha with complicated expressions and they also turned to leave to make their own preparations with the exception of Fabian.
"You know you've used up your death quota for this set right?"
For the first time, Keisha's expressionless face changed as she sneered. "Hypocrite!"
Chapter 8: FIGHTER: Demon Fighter State Head Instructor Keisha's stare was deep and sharp as she looked at them and said strictly, "Only the top ten performers will be announced by me. The useless ones, by my fellow colleagues. "Nathaniel Bones, total score 65 percent - Tenth place." ... "Seraph Jobs, total score 81 percent - Fourth place." "Wade Frunze, 92 percent - Third place." "Alicia Moxie, 97 percent - Second place." "Tyrion Meth, 180 percent - First place" The entire crowd of students wasn't shocked by this news but we're very dissatisfied. Wade who had always been second place previously, was especially hostile when he looked at Tyrion, as if he had snatched something away from him. "Head Instructor, there must have been a mistake! How could he be in first place?" Wade said, moving forward and pointing at Tyrion, unwilling to accept the result. While he hadn't always been first due to Alicia's undeniably astounding talents he had always been second and was used to looking down on his peers. In his eyes, Tyrion, who had always scored badly for the actual combat sessions, was trash among trash and he would not usually even spare him a glance. The source of this content can be connected to n0v3lb!n"Instructor, I too refuse to accept this decision!" Seraph said as she stepped forward, maintaining her dignified disposition. "Tyrion's actual combat scores were never as outstanding as ours, so why is his score higher than ours now?" "That's right, I am unwilling to accept the results, too!" "The first time was because he was lucky the Winged Python swallowed him without crushing him thereby giving him the opportunity to escape, killing it. The second time was simply luck! If it were out there, he would never be lucky enough to have survived. Why are his scores even higher than ours?" The others were also unwilling to accept the results, and their faces said it all. During the assessment, it was a lot easier for the top ten to have killed the Horned Panther and the winged python than it had been for Tyrion. Particularly Wade who managed to kill his opponent within ten moves and escape unscathed. In comparison, Tyrion fight could only be described as immense luck. Its single eye locked into instructor Kiesha and an overwhelming brutality and viciousness exuded from it. He was also a Demon Fighter and at the beast phantom level at that. Noticing this, Keisha's crimson eyes that were previously glued on the information of Tyrion moved as it locked onto Mr Meddleton. In that instant, a shiver ran through the latter's spine. Keisha's lips curled up to a smirk and then proceeded to ignore him as though he was empty air. Mr Meddleton's fear seemed to have vanished as anger consumed him. "I've had enough of you." He immediately punched downwards. "ROOOAR!" The air shook as shock waves rippled with great intensity. The surrounding space seemed to distort and contract as the one-eyed beast also punched its fist down at Instructor Keisha. Dust rippled out of him like a dam as the wind shrieked from too much power. "That's enough Meddleton." Suddenly, the phantom image collapsed as though it was made of smoke, and the condensed strength as well as the accumulated moment faded. "Who!?" Instructor Meddleton glared sideways only to see Fabian smiling at him. Instructor Meddleton was a bit stunned and wanted to refuse but then he remembered his great-one-eyed fist had been easily dispelled by the other, he nodded his head reluctantly. Giving a glare towards Instructor Keisha's way, he spat out. "You don't deserve to be the head instructor, neither will you ever become one of us." With that, he turned around and left. The other six instructors glanced at Kiesha with complicated expressions and they also turned to leave to make their own preparations with the exception of Fabian. "You know you've used up your death quota for this set right?" For the first time, Keisha's expressionless face changed as she sneered. "Hypocrite!"
