I Will Survive Till The End: Blood Extermination Academy-Chapter 103: A Marked Target

Arc 2, Chapter 103 — A Marked Target

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Finally, it was time for the top matches to start, the matches they’ve been waiting for.

As many spoke of the celebrity appearances that showed up, Levon and the others had long left the arena, heading to the fighters back room to wait their turn.

"Brother Levon, try not to think so much." Artilla did her best to comfort, knowing Levon still couldn’t hold his shard ability for long periods.

This was a crucial criteria for passing.

Even if he wins the fight... should the Host sense that he’s struggling to maintain his shard’s form at such a weak level, there’s no doubt he will be disqualified.

Levon frowned, knowing that should he show signs of struggle when ordinary things are considered ’ordinary and standards’ for his level, he will instantly lose the match.

Levon chuckled softly, a hint of sadistic glee still flickering in his pupils.

Truth be told, he held no fear for the impending battle. ’He is indeed stronger. Although I’m more than pleased to brawl with him, it doesn’t mean I’ll have to blindly go in.’

In the end, defeat wasn’t something he had a taste for.

Like that, time flew by in a flash.

Break time was over, and Viren, as well as another, slowly made their way through the dark tunnel.

Battle 5—Viren Vs Potchmay!

Viren, the half-pink, half-green haired gothic punk, walked beside the one called Potchmay, a guy from an older Bloodren 10 batch.

Levon was taken aback. ’Why don’t you just get a room then?’

The guy had a peculiar comb, combing his blond hair that gathered in a peculiar manner..

Potchmay’s obsession with his appearance was evident in his meticulously styled Rockabilly Pompadour.

Potchmay had a majority of his blond hair gathered on top of his head with its nose stretched far out beyond his face.

The guy seemed obsessed with his looks, combing his hair severally with 5 steps he took.

Could this be the battle of Hair?

One person’s hair was punk and gothic, and another person’s hairdo was equally eye-boggling.

Soon, they appeared on the stage, with the host quickly letting out the signal.

~BOOM!

The heat was on!

Viren’s Shard ability manifested as a silver gothic ring adorned with skulls and spikes.

As for Potchmay, he had long unleashed his shard before stepping onto the stage. But what was his shard? Of course it was the comb in his hand.

This was the 2nd time Viren was seeing something with a comb shard.

Cerine, the 2nd best Bloodren 9, used a comb shard too.

Without a doubt, her shard must be higher in quality and pile location than Potchmay’s. Her shard comb’s appearance also differed from Potchmay.

Still, one can’t deny the raw intimidating aura that Potchmay’s shard emitted.

8 minutes into the battle and the audience was leaning closer to the edge of their seats at the splendid performance from the duo.

"Missile Launch!" Potchmay yelled, as a single tooth from his comb detached from the comb’s center frame and made its way towards Viren.

’What a sneaky bastard!’

Viren dodged and weaved, but the projectile pursued him relentlessly, bending towards his direction like a true missile.

That’s right, it locked on him as its primary target, and would not stop until they made a landed impact.

’Dammit, I can feel its power! It seems it’s time for that.’

Viren advised himself, making a calculative move.

Then, everyone in the audience also saw 2 spiky heads on his shard also detach.

Sweet Mother of Pearls!

He did it!

His spikes met head to head with Potchmay’s, slowing their impact greatly.

Mind you, Potchmay has been here for longer, and definitely has more strength than him.

Viren understood all this, using this single moment of confusion to appear beside Potchmay.

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"CALL!" The host spoke out. "Viren, wins!"

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"It seems there are a lot of quick-thinkers in this year’s Bloodren 10s."

Several people in the audience understood how he managed to snag a win, despite being weaker.

Potchmay who had acted in defense, now had a face that morphed into something unfathomable.

Slowly lowered his gaze, he finally understood how he had lost.

HE WAS OUT OF THE CIRCLE!

The circle wasn’t some massive white circle or obvious perimeter.

It was made to look very similar to its surroundings, making it harder to see to take note of when your body is reacting fast to danger.

"I lost," Poytchamy calmly stated, taking out his comb and fixing up his hair one last time. "Next time, such tricks will not be enough to save you."

"I know," Viren acknowledged with a chuckle.

For him, nothing was more important than securing the win.

And now, he was qualified to step into Phase 2 of the competitions, regardless of what the results for his next match with Potchmay will be.

Following behind Potchmay, Viren’s eyes narrowed with calculation. "2 weeks."

In 2 weeks, there’s no way he can compete in terms of strength compared to Potchmay.

But that doesn’t mean he will allow himself to be disgraced or dragged like a ragged doll.

Potchmay looked to be the same, but his tone told Viren that he was pissed to death.

The taunting from the crowd wasn’t helping either.

"This guy... Outsmarted by a newbie? Pfft, what an utter disgrace."

"Disgrace isn’t even the word here. If i were him, he would hang myself on a balcony railing to end my miserable life."

"Well, I guess when you keep failing so often, it becomes a norm for trash like him."

"Heh. If you ask me, this Potchmay should better stop combing his hair often, or he will likely comb all his intelligence away."

"Bahahahhahaahahhah~... Good one. But I’m just one to add that you are wrong. He didn’t have any iota of intelligence in the first place. So what is there to comb away?"

There was no doubt that Potchmay was PISSED.

Viren could tell... And who do you think this guy will take it out on? HIM.

Viren walked thoughtfully. ’There’s no donut that this guy will NOT hold back in our next matchup. It’s true that I tricked him into losing. But so what? I too have my own ego and reputation to protect.’

2 weeks...

Viren knew he had 2 weeks to perfect some hidden moves he had been working hard on.

With that, Battle 5—Viren Vs Potchmay, officially concluded with Viren being the Winner.

The arena was overly heated, with several people still brooding over Viren and Potchmay’s battle.

Worthy of being among the top 5 battles.

At this moment, there were too many emotions swirling within their chests, realizing how much potential these 2 had.

However, their main focus was on Viren.

"I’m telling you all, that although Potchmay is strong, don’t forget that he has already spent a year here. Even if his Shard ability is high, Viren, a newbie who has already secured a win, definitely has more potential than Potchmay."

"Yeah! Last year, he went off against another older bloodren 10 at the time and lost. Had he had the intelligence to trick that Bloodren 10, wouldn’t he have at least secured a spot for himself too? In the end, its incompetence and lack of enough brain cells that allowed him to fail."

"Pff, now you guys catch my drift. Last year, many people said that Potchmay was a very calculative and dangerous fellow in his batch. But what then? Didn’t he lose in the end? If you ask me, I think he was just bluffing about his intelligence back then."

Several people in the group spoke and ranting at the situation, but the Bloodren 9s had unbelievable expressions.

These people didn’t live with Potchmay, so they don’t know how calculative, vindictive, and scheming this guy was.

It was no rumor. He was actually all these things and more.

So for Viren to successfully do what he did, it can be seen that Viren’s potential to bend and twist in battle was stronger.

Rewind and replay a bit.

There was an impossible millisecond gap that Viren had calculated before making his move.

For him to also know which way Potchmay would jump or twist his body, means that he also has great observational skills, despite his punk hairdo and careless appearance.

"Viren, aye...." Delweather spewed the words, chewing on his straw of hay with his arms crossed against his chest. "This guy doesnt know the slumbering dragon he awakened."

"Yeah," one other Bloodren 9 agreed. "From now till many years and even decades, Potchmay will mark him until he is satisfied."

"Poychamy... This guy’s vindictive nature is quite chilling. That’s why this Viren better pray he doesn’t have to see much of Potchamy during Phase 2, or else..."

Everyone could already imagine the lengths Potchmay would go to make Viren live as though living in Hell.

Here, one cannot kill another.

However, there were still forms and ways of accidentally killing your enemies and rivals, no?