Chapter 9 - Coincidence

Vincent felt fear for the first time. He hadn’t expected that Fang had learned Sonic Cut as well. However, it wasn’t just the fact that Fang knew the technique; it was that Fang’s Sonic Cut looked stronger, his arm outshining Vincent’s.

This was just Sonic Cut, but who taught Fang to control his energy to make it appear so terrifying? It seemed Vincent’s skill would only split a tree, while Fang’s would smoothly cut through a boulder.

Although Vincent knew Fang’s Sonic Cut was superior, he couldn’t stop and dashed forward, swinging his arm savagely.

Clink!

A loud cutting sound echoed across the grounds as Vincent slowly fell to the ground, his arm broken, void of energy.

Time seemed to stop for a split second.

A long red scar emerged diagonally across Vincent’s chest, extending from one side to the other.

Briefly, intense hatred flashed in his eyes.

Impossible, I couldn’t have lost. This must be a dream!

“Damn you…”

Blood poured from his chest as he tried to concentrate energy, but failing, his eyes went blank, and he collapsed on the ground.

While his opponent fell miserably to the ground, Fang stood calmly, showing no shred of compassion.

Even if Vincent had bullied him in his childhood, it was a trivial matter; after all, they were kids. But his life ended the moment he tried to snatch Mii away.

Cheers resounded through the field as the crowd snapped out of their stupor—no one could have expected this result.

Not only was Fang a 9th-grade novice, but he also knew Sonic Cut!

And on top of that, his Sonic Cut managed to slash Vincent twice.

With the same level of energy and similar physiques, to wield the technique so skillfully was something only a genius could achieve!

Trash?

They had been mocking such a genius for a long time; perhaps Fang’s silence kept his talent a secret, but a genius was like the sun—it could never be completely covered up.

Looking at the tall youth standing in the field despite the past insults, the crowd felt deep respect. No one in that small city would dare to look down on Fang again!

“You…!” In uncontrollable rage, Vincent’s father rushed at Fang with insane hatred in his eyes. The space in front of him rippled for half a second, and suddenly, the single female judge appeared, intercepting his path. This speed… it was characteristic of a 6th-grade master!

No wonder she presided as the head judge at such a young age; she was too strong—very few people in the entire region could match her power!

She gently waved her hand in the air.

1st-grade red skill – Dimensional Prison!

An incredible amount of pressure surrounded Vincent’s father, causing the space around him to vibrate uncontrollably. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t move forward. Realizing that her strength outclassed his by an immeasurable amount, he abandoned any notion of fighting against her.

His anger didn’t fade, though, and he angrily protested, “What are you doing? Don’t you see what happened to my son?”

The faint smile on the captivating face faded, replaced with a cold expression. “Sir, you are a warrior, aren’t you? Then it should be crystal clear that before we announce the results, no one should be allowed on the field. Under the country’s law, we could arrest you on the spot!”

This was the first time she spoke, her voice seductively low, yet filled with intense charm.

Although she sounded calm and reasonable, the pressure around Vincent’s father increased, and unmistakable fear spread across his face. The technique that commonly accompanied Dimensional Prison was Spatial Rip, which would cruelly implode the mass of energy and pressure in the confined area.

Seeing his expression, the attractive judge dissipated the pressure. “We’ll address the matter of Vincent’s injuries.”

A judge was already by Vincent’s side, enveloping his body in a light blue hue. He must have reached the master level, as the wounds quickly became invisible.

“Sorry, I was just worried about Vincent. After all, he is my son…”

Vincent’s father moved to the healer. Looking at Vincent’s pale face, he asked, “So, how is my son?”

“I’ve treated all his external injuries, but he has suffered severe internal injuries that may impede his future progress.”

Even if Vincent wasn’t dead, being unable to progress in his training would make him the useless trash he often taunted Fang as.

Unable to accept this, Vincent’s father glared at Fang and shouted in rage, “You son of a bitch! You were too spiteful, aiming your attacks to cripple Vincent. You deserve…”

The female judge interrupted him. “Sir, were you not listening throughout the entire fight? First, we informed both parties that it was a voluntary, fair fight, and any accident would be void of all responsibility. Also, when Vincent displayed his Sonic Cut, I felt it was full of killing intent, which violated the entire purpose of this competition. Thus, Fang’s response was completely acceptable!”

Drained and weak, Vincent’s father slowly picked up Vincent, shaking, and walked out of the testing grounds.

“As Vincent has lost consciousness, the top scorer of this year’s entrance examination is Fang!” She announced the results and then added, “Fang, you’ve earned this recommendation. I hope you will make good use of it.”

Fang quickly replied, “Thank you. I will definitely do so.”

The female judge nodded, admiring this curious youth.

Wondering why Fang’s performance yesterday had shocked the crowd so much, she looked into Fang’s background and understood why the reaction was so exaggerated.

A year ago, he wasn’t even at the novice stage, but now, he was a 9th-grade novice capable of using instant parry along with solid fighting skills. Moreover, he had held off using Sonic Cut until the last moment, despite Vincent’s attempts to make Fang’s life as miserable as possible.

Well, Valeria, it seemed sister Yume had found an interesting candidate for you!