I Will Survive Till The End: Blood Extermination Academy-Chapter 140: Battle ONE!

Arc 2, Chapter 140—Battle ONE!

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Indeed, Never say Never.

Bah-Gawkakakakakakakak~

The red-Haired destroyer was in a good mood.

"It’s funny..." A sly smile played across Gaara’s lips. "I feel sorry for their confusion, as well as yours."

Hmm? Lloyd raised a brow, not in the least bit offended. "Confused, I?"

Gaara nodded casually. "Many times, it’s hard to put a final dot on an ’i’, until the word is written out. So don’t be so quick to judge, Lieutenant."

Really?

Lloyd narrowed his gaze dangerously, staring at the lone figure that now emerged from the tunnels. Well, he just didn’t believe it. Nevertheless—

’Levon Belmont, huh?... What makes my great Head so drawn to you?’

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BOOOOOOO!

Although the crowd didn’t scream it, they were thinking it in their hearts.

This guy must be punished, especially for allowing the floating box to scribble out his name.

Bloody son of a Fish.

Now, for a bit longer, his name will have to live rent-free in their minds, the name of a wastrel, a sewer rat not privileged to dine on the same tables as they.

Victorio walked out first, followed by Levon who had his hands in his pockets.

[Human Levon, it seems you’ve got a bad rep.]

’Yeah.’ Levon shrugged, while Yaeger laughed in amusement, his eyes slowly settling on Victorio.

Then, Yaeger’s smile slowly faded.

This guy... this Victorio...

[Human Levon, There’s something off about this Victorio... For now, I just can’t place it. However, one thing is clear—HIS STRENGTH!]

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Shit like him deserves to die!

The crowd was cursing and spewing viciously.

With hands still in his pockets, Levon waltzed behind Victorio. Then, he paused, staring at his name on the floating cube.

Their names showed up on the Floating Cube.

Booo!

The crowd wished they could take off their shoes and stun this shameless bastard.

You know you’re weak and you dare smirk Victoria when looking at the cube? Are you happy that they’ll have no choice but to remember your name for the next few days?

Dammit!

Where are their 22 feet long swords?

If attacking contestants wasn’t allowed, they would have long blasted the arrogant Buffon into oblivion.

Victorio chuckled, slowly stepping onto the stage in wait.

’This guy...’ Levon could sense the hurried desire for battle oozing from Victorio’s ’relaxed’ demeanor.

Just how badly do you wish to fight him?

Then again, there’s the matter of hate Levon picked up within Victorio’s eyes.

’Buddy, again... do we know each other?’

With unhurried steps, Levon made his way onto the arena’s floors, separated from the base by 3 Stony brick steps. And at this moment, time seemed to freeze for a few.

Now, things were really getting interesting.

Back stage, Florianna woke from her slumber, Hendrix pushed his glasses further in, Payne stopped his pushups, and Artilla could only stare silently.

In the crowd, Yimu stopped looking at her nails, Rita stopped twirling her toothpick, Shugo stopped munching, and many others paused with narrowed gazes.

One would think their focus would be on Victorio the soon-to-be obvious winner, but you would be wrong.

Looking deeply, no one knew what was going through their minds.

What was this heaviness in the air?... It was so strange.

The thickness in the air made the crowd’s breaths rush out from within, in a strangling nature.

Many still booed, uncertain why the atmosphere became more intense than that of the many other battles before him.

Just why was the atmosphere more toxic than before?

Perhaps it was also because some within the gathering wished to truly understand why a no-body would be paired to battle against a shining star.

On the stage, Levon swirled his lollipop around his tongue, and Victorio only wore a sardonic smile that truly looked fake and unnatural.

Both were relaxed, and unhinged.

The host looked at the duo, then slowly raised a hand for all to see.

BEGIN!

Many waited for Victorio to appear beside Levon, teaching this fake bastard a lesson.

However, Victorio remained in place, as did Levon.

None of them had unleashed their shards yet.

"Levon Belmont." Victorio Began. "The last time we stood here, I said I won’t be fighting a weaker version of yourself. So now, I guess the question to ask is if you are that better version I wish to sprawl."

A better version?

The crowd felt Victorio was amused, feeling he was taunting Levon.

Pfft.

What better version can a Pile one Shard user grow to in under 2 weeks?—Please, this was obviously a physiological taunt from Victorio right?

"Hey, just get on with it and pulverize him already."

"Yeah! Enough with the Psychic stuff. Smash his brain for us already."

"Hey there.. Hold ya horses. Maybe the trash can really...Pfft... BAHAHAHAHA~... I almost peed myself saying that. What better version can this chump have?"

No one took him seriously. However, only a few others knew just how serious Victorio was.

"Am I a stronger version of myself?... You have the answer in your heart, don’t you?"

"Heh..." Victorio giggled darkly.

Comparing the Levon now to the Levon 2 weeks ago, there were some obvious changes.

Levon back then, activated his shard in a haste, with signs of worry lingering in his eyes.

But this Levon... Well, he was not in a rush to prove his point.

"Good." Victorio replied, raising his hands innocently. "Just making sure, that’s all."

There’s nothing worse than being in an uninteresting match, battling a fight you’ll be able to win FLAWLESSLY.

Whoosh!

There it was, their SHARDS!

Victorio unleashed his Executioner sword—a thick and broad heavy metal; while Levon unleashed his Katana.

Then it began.

A colossal clash erupted that made the hairs of many in the audience fly backwards. These were those closer to the stage.

WHAT?!!!!!!

Such power...

One action left a thick mist of dust floating about sporadically.

"This just ain’t right! What’s going on?"

What the bloody Fish was going on here? Many gripped their seats tight, leaning forth in disbelief.

"Didn’t they say he was a Pile-one trash?"

This... this...

Levon stood amidst the rubble, his weapon clashing firmly with Victorio’s.

Wiping their eyes, many couldn’t believe he was heavenly matched with this guy. The strength unleashed from the duo’s attacks also proved just how powerful their attacks were.

"Levon Belmont..."

They muttered his name in their hearts, feeling their hearts pounding wildly.

Gawkakakakakaakkakakakakak~

Gaara laughed boisterously, despite Llyod’s shock.

Viletta chuckled softly, and both Roka and Sayako felt the slap in their faces. Perhaps the one who felt the biggest slap was Winhest who gave up on Levon.

Recalling his crazy absorption of the murky waters during shard assimilation, Winhest’s eyes flickered with interest.

’How interesting...’

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BOOM!

A transition of attacks and defense played as the duo fought ruthlessly.

Hahahahahhahahaha~

Victorio laughed gleefully, swishing his executioner blade with precision.

"It feels good... It feels so good... Can you feel it, Levon Belmont."

Levon quickly ducked, avoiding the attack aimed for his neck. Well, he felt it... the joy of fighting a storing contender.

His body was pumping with adrenaline, and his heart was now in a blissful intoxicating state that was too addictive to wake up from.

However, he could tell Victorio was holding back.... But so was he.

Victorio pumped backwards, pausing with an unnatural smile as he duplicated his gigantic Executioner Sword into 10.

WHOA!

"Holy Mother of God!!! At the stage of Bloodren 10 Phase 1, he can already duplicate his shard into 10 equal sizes?"

"Incredible! The most many can do is 2 or 3. But 10? I’ll be damned! Worthy of his big name!"

"Yeah! He deserved to fight in the top Battle!"

This was insane. Many in the crowd, even at their current Bloodren ranks, could only do 5~8 at a time. Even those who could duplicate into 10 and even 12, knew it didn’t happen overnight or in such a short time.

It took years, decades and for some centuries to get to this point. So if Victorio wasn’t a Super genius, then they didn’t know what else to call him.

The top major forces, Department Heads, Lieutenants and Coteries, staff and others sent to watch, also secretary took down Victorio’s matter.

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If at this stage, he could duplicate into 10. Then imagine how much more he will do after a thousand years?

Gaara himself could create 800 weapons, heading into a battlefield all on his own if need be. Gaara alone was an entire Legion.

Sayako could create 700... and Roud... well, no one has ever been able to accurately predict or see just how many he can do.

"Mass Duplication!... It’s actually MASS DUPLICATION!"

{*** Any duplication from 10 upwards was called Mass Duplication.****}

The crowd felt dizzy when realizing just how incredulous Victorio’s situation was.

How can this be?

HOW THE HELL WAS A Bloodren 10 DOING THIS?

Fufufufufu~

Victorio smiled weirdly, as he now planned to end thing since and for all!