You will find help, you will find strength. But time will also hide your true face and help you do things that you never thought possible.
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Crol was rushing toward Haste at full speed. He was so fast that he closed the distance between them quickly, even though the 'ring' was quite large.
And seeing him, Haste was quite amazed because even with Crol's big body, he could still move quite fast around. But since he didn't have the time to think about such a thing for too long, he decided to go into stance.
There wasn't any point in lamenting anymore. The fight had already begun, and even if he tried to escape from here, the people around who made the ring will push him back in, so there wasn't any chance for him to escape.
However, the moment Crol was about to punch him, Haste got an idea.
The latter immediately used his time manipulation to accelerate his movement and duck down, before making Crol fall.
*Bam*
Crol traveled for quite a distance before stopping and looking back in outrage. Haste was already on the opposite end of the ring, so he needed to rush once again if he wanted to beat him up.
'Is it I or did his movement get quicker the moment I was about to hit him?' Crol thought but quickly shrug that thought away. It didn't make any sense, and since it wasn't his type to think, he decided to take action instead.
Haste was waiting for him. He could have attacked Crol after he had made his trip, but for his plan's sake, he decided to not do it and instead stay on the defensive.
Before Crol could come to him again, Haste take a look at the clock. There were only 10 minutes left before the next class began and the professor who was in charge of the next few hours came. And once he will come, he would surely stop the fight.
When Haste's eyes returned to the fight, Crol was but a few meters away from him, ready to punch him again.
'Ten minutes will be long, but I'm sure I can do it.' Haste thought.
But the next thing he felt wasn't in his expectation. He was ready to use time manipulation at the last moment so he could dodge while not alarming anyone about his new power, but Crol's arm suddenly got longer and punched him so hard that he landed on the people behind who were forming the ring.
'Argh, I didn't see that coming,' Haste thought as he whined in pain. Even after all this bullying, he still wasn't used to pain. Not that he wanted to be used to it. It was something strange to be used to such a thing.
Crol didn't wait for Haste to stand up and he rushed once again toward him. His arms couldn't grow too long, so he still needed to be at a close range if he wanted to beat him.
Even though his head was still spinning because of the punch, Haste stoop up and began to run to be as far away as possible from Crol. It would be hard to fight against such a spell that could make someone's arms longer out of a sudden, so the best way was to stay away from his attack range.
Haste didn't know Crol's level, but he was sure that he was at least higher than him because even though Haste had improved his speed a little, Crol was still catching up with him. That only means that he had allocated more points to agility than him.
'Should I use my spell? But then they will know that I have something that could make me stronger and they will target me because of that,' Haste thought. Even though it was only a tiny possibility that someone could guess he got some sort of power, it was still a possibility. 'And now that I think about it, the professor from the morning class only stopped Crol only after the fight has began. Then I don't have anything else to do than that. '
Haste suddenly stopped running and turned 180°, facing a Crol that was rushing at full speed. He had so much momentum that he couldn't stop himself, even though Haste was swinging his arm to punch him.
*Bam*
Because of Crol's own momentum, Haste's punch had a lot more strength than if he had punched him normally, and because of that, Crol flew for quite a while before landing on the ground.
Everyone gasped seeing him, and even more when they saw his nose bleed.
No one had ever managed to do such a thing to him, so it was a first.
"You-... I will kill you!" Crol roared and speed up and rushed toward Haste again. But this time, unlike earlier, Haste didn't run away and instead, decided to fight him head-on.
"Is he going to face him?"
"Someone stop him, he will die otherwise!"
"Yeah, come on, fight for your life!"
Different opinions were voiced against each other. Some cheered for Haste while others were worried because he could seriously die now that he had angered Crol, thus they wanted to stop the fight.
But no one had the time to understand what had happened because the next thing they saw truly shocked them.
One of them made an uppercut, thus making his opponent fly upward.
But what truly shocked them was that it wasn't Haste who flew away, but Crol.
Earlier, before both Haste and Crol faced each other again, Haste didn't know if he should use his time manipulation. But after weighing the pros and cons, he decided to use it.
He wanted to change his life, and if he needed to show a little bit of his power, then he would have done so gladly. And the fact that Crol now rushed intending to kill him only reinforced his will to use it.
So after both of them began to run from both opposite sides of the ring, Haste used his time manipulation so that his body could run faster.
He became so fast that everyone thought that he got a spell that could improve his speed for a short amount of time. And even though it wasn't exactly that, it was good that they thought about that instead of something related to time.
As for Crol, he was so taken aback by the sudden increase of speed that he didn't see Haste's uppercut coming right under his chin.
*Bam*
Crol flew in the air, before beginning to flow down again.
Haste hadn't finished yet because once Crol was in range, he kicked him as hard as he could, making the former fly right toward the people who made the ring.
However, he didn't use his time manipulation for that because he 'couldn't'. He thought that since his full body wasn't in motion, he couldn't use it. Not that he needed it this time since Crol passed out after receiving the uppercut.