Shing!
As soon as the match started, Marsha brandished her bronze class butterfly sword and thrust towards Bas' heart at a rapid speed. Bas pushed himself off the ground with his left leg and deflected the blade to the ground with his right leg, causing sparks to fly. 'Tsk, I could end it right here.' He thought.
However, Bas felt this would be too easy. He wanted to put on a show. While Marsha was still recovering her balance, Bas used his forward momentum to front flip into a dropkick. Marsha felt like a nine-ton mallet landed on her chest as she was launched backward crashing into the cage. The cage repelled her body back on the stage where she slid pathetically.
Marsha coughed out a mouthful of blood but quickly rose back to her feet. She never once loosened the grip on her weapon.
Bas was quite impressed by this. In his opinion, even a ninth level Hunt Foundation rank hunter would have been injured by that previous attack. He used two-fifths of his strength in that kick.
"Hmph, you're actually pretty tough," Bas King complimented his opponent, for she had won his respect.
"Yeah, and you're not all that, at all!" Marsha spat on the ground and lifted her sword, panting heavily. "Come on, let's fight! HURRICANE SWEEP, KILL!"
Bas felt a reaction from the hunt qi in the surroundings as a mild wind moved his hair. Before he could react, Marsha appeared in front of him with her blade lashing out in the same whip-ish manner as her legs in the previous match.
"Dodge!" Bas King was smart enough to not be hit by a bronze class weapon, those things were more than enough to take his little life! He dodged the movements of this crazy woman by a hair's breadth. Cold sweat crept up his back, but Bas suddenly noticed an irregularity in his body. As he dodged these attacks by the skin of his teeth, his Soul Record was operating on its own. One of his runic imprints was starting to shine. "A premium soul skill is developing? Could this be the will of the dragon sovereign? If only I could try to find the matching constellation right now."
Premium soul skills were Hunter Skills developed by a premium Soul Record of any class. These skills would take shape based on the experience of the hunter in relation with the Soul Record. However, without refining a will into the record, it would only be a hunter skill and not a soul skill. Bas' life suddenly being in imminent danger provoked the production of a new soul skill. Of course, it was unlikely that this skill would be primed by the end of this battle. On the contrary, Bas would need some time to comprehend it. After all, he had yet to connect with the will of an Evil Dragon, let alone the Evil Dragon Sovereign.
For now, his dodging efforts were just becoming increasingly easy. For this reason, Bas chose not to attack, simply using his opponent's fury to temper himself. He would always have time to win the match afterward. Where was he supposed to find such a good performance dummy in the future?
"Enough!" Marsha grew irritated as none of her attacks landed on this punk named Bazzy. She was almost starting to doubt herself, so she fell back five meters and released a battle cry. Her atmosphere exploded and her face was flushed red. A sinister aura leaked from her body.
"MARSHA, STOP IT NOW!" bellowed a masculine voice from the crowd below. "Young sir, this battle is your victory, I will surrender on behalf of my disciple."
"Master, no! I can still win!" Marsha Logan was completely unwilling to accept this outcome.
"At what cost?!" bellowed the middle-aged man with an imposing presence. Merely, Bas felt this man looked older and older the closer he approached. The older looking man glanced at this young man who was clearly superior but hadn't even attempted to attack. The old coot felt this so-called Bazzy Dagod had shown him sufficient respect after the former's earlier warning. The ancient guy looked at his disciple and lost his patience, "Leave the ring, now!"
"This...I..." Marsha's eyes were filled with reluctance, but she didn't dare to disobey. Marsha started to get off the stage, "Yes, master."
"Wait." Bas King called out from behind Marsha without turning around.
"Don't push it, punk! You're being spared today, okay? Spared!" Marsha gnashed her teeth in anger. First, her master makes her concede in public before she could risk it all with her trump card, and now this brat dared to humiliate her? Marsha almost blew a gasket.
Bas didn't bother with her and turned to the middle-aged man in the crowd. Bas felt that this man should be at the tenth level of the Hunt Foundation, Fifth Class. Bas didn't fear that level of strength, and he knew this elderly gentleman stopped his disciple Marsha because the former was more familiar with Bas' speed than his disciple at this point. "Your disciple can leave the cage old man, but only if she surrenders her butterfly blade."
"Why you!" Marsha was about to hack down with that very sword when she heard his words.
"ENOUGH!" called out her master. He looked at Bas King very deeply. That the boy referred to him as old man only further accented how young a talent he was. Bas simply stood there casually before waving a hand at Marsha, who was on the verge of explosion. Her master sighed in defeat. This masked brat was unfathomable. He clearly wasn't using all of his strength. The awful thing was, Bazzy was able to play around with the middle-aged man's disciple in the same manner as her master himself. "We have surrendered Marsha. Give it to him."
"WHAT?! But master..." Marsha felt so confused. Her master had never behaved like this before, so spineless!
So cowardly!
However, she didn't know that it was only for her sake that her master would ever behave in this manner. He could sense a dangerous indifference coming from her opponent. This was not the temperament of a wet noodle, and his disciple had never taken a life.
"I said GIVE. IT. TO. HIM." Marsha's master had totally lost his patience.
"Yes, master." Marsha Logan slowly approached Bas, handing him her butterfly sword. Bas immediately wiped away her mental imprint, causing Marsha's body to shudder as she coughed up more blood. She was shocked at the speed in which he erased her connection with that sword that was built over five years of blood, sweat, and tears. Now it was gone just like that, vanished into the wind.
"You may go," Bas King waved his hand as if the rest didn't matter to him. He was now admiring this bronze class qi tool. It was rather powerful and agile. He injected his internal hunt qi into the blade and felt his strength, agility, and stamina nearly double. "Good find."
Hearing Bas' words as she walked out the cage made Marsha drop to her knees and cough out more blood.
"Winner, Bazzy Dagod, Rank 51st!" said the old man battle announcer as he held up Bas' arm in victory.
The crowd cheered, but many of them were lost in the discussion about Bazzy Dagod. Who was this black horse? He had just leaped ahead of more than 50 ranks in one battle, his very first battle at that! Who wouldn't be impressed? After honoring Bas as winner, the referee handed over 500 silver credits inside of a little jade chest. Bas used his spiritual hunt qi to absorb it inside his mother's storage ring, the only qi tool he possessed before today.
Outside the battle cage in the bleachers, Little Piggy stared with wide eyes and a hanging jaw. She was still anticipating battling this new friend before the match. After all, her rank was higher. She was planning to tempt him with it. However, before she had a chance to speak, Bas directly insulted the 51st ranked! Afterward, he directly clobbered her!
"Rank 3rd Francis Stratus won't be very calm once he hears about this." Little Piggy looked worried.
Francis Stratus was a ninth level Hunt Foundation hunter who has always pursued Marsha as a love interest. He was certain to pop his top over this matter.
In the middle of the battle cage, Bas performed some ancient sword dances that he had created in the past. They were so dazzling and impressive that the loud crowd gradually quieted down to watch Bas perform in silence. After five minutes, Bas stopped the sword dance, and looked at the hundreds of people around him, "All right. The great I, Bazzy Dagod, am initiating an open challenge. Whoever wants to challenge me, step up now! I declare that I will remain undefeated before the Top 5!"