I currently have 95 points. It's really too much of an amount to give up. 100 from the test and I used 5. And now I am fight for this 95 points.
A punch was thrown in my direction. I was able to partially avoid it and get into a boxing position. I may not be the same person but I still have some pride as someone who lived as a demon king. I am going to fight back. I consider myself lucky in that we are not permitted to use our abilities at the Academy.
I can't use mine since it's sealed, and I can't handle having six people use their's on me. Despite having dodged one punch, two more came at me. I couldn't block or evade them and had to take a few steps back. A powerful kick collided with my body.
Even if I don't know anything about boxing, I'm still holding on to my boxing position. Their speed is incredible.
I feel like I'm up against professional fighters. If it had been my first life, I might have fainted. But that's the exciting thing. I also have a superhuman physique. Although it hurts I can hold on.
"Man! I really love this body. It's strong!" I said.
"Did he go crazy?"
"Damn! I think he's gone nuts."
More fists and kicks were thrown at me.
"Fight, bitch, fight."
"We'll simply beat you and take your points as a reward."
"Don't even consider surrendering right now."
'I'm not even considering surrendering.'
There was a lot of ridicule, but I tried to keep concentrated and think of something while dodging and blocking the attack of six people. I was being thrashed like a dog. My entire body is in excruciating pain.
Its odd, I just remembered another piece of memory. One of my friends was always wearing bandages on his hands and face. I knew he was a bit of a ruffian who fought a lot. But I never criticized about his personal life. One day, though, curiosity got the better of me, and I just had to ask: "What's with the constant bandages on your nose?" And you know what he said? Just two simple words: "Street fight."
The most effective move in street fight is crushing nose. It doesn't take much force and hurts a lot.
I adjusted my weight slightly and proceeded toward the boy with the shortest stature. I used the Rank 3 art Mirage Slide Footwork without mana. A art without mana is just a fancy movement, but not like I have anything better. It has a total of 12 steps. Although I didn't master it, I was able to take 2 steps from the 12.
I jumped at him, all my weight in my right hand. But I didn't get it done the way I wanted. I had previously overworked my body through workout. But my fist was still connected since he wasn't able to react quickly, and I broke his nose. He drew back on his buttocks. Blood poured from his nostrils.
I managed to injure one. But it came at a price. I gave my back to the other five. I felt a powerful kick to my back.
" Bastard."
"You're fucked now."
"I will make sure to break your limbs now."
Their curse and rage were directed at me. But right after the kick, I was able to create some distance between us. But I was dead tiered , and they noticed it as well. They surged toward me and encircled me on all sides, obstructing my escape route. Punches and kicks poured down on me once more. If I managed to trade one punch, three more were thrown at me. I was getting at least three punches every second. Its like buy one get three free.
My nose was bleeding, and my bottom lip was parched. I was doing my best not to get hit in the head. In the meantime, I managed to burst another nose. But that's all I've got. My other punches didn't do much.
My punches were ordinary. Their kicks and punches, on the other hand, were all precise and faultless.They were using arts after all. Every strike was lethal. Before I knew it, a kick from behind knocked me to my knee.
'Haha, they're really venting their frustration on me. This appears to be the limit of my capabilities. System use....
Suddenly, I heard a different voice.
"Stooooop!"
Someone shouted and ran toward us from the direction of the bathroom.
***
The silhouette dashed toward the group. The group of six person was beating a person mercilessly. The injured guy was fighting back unit now, but it appears that he has run out of energy to defend himself. The blood from his mouth and nostrils dripped over the red region of his garments and became one with it as if it had never been there.
After noticing the silhouette, the people held off on attacking the injured person for a moment.
His face became visible as the silhouette got closer. He had golden eyes and hair that matched his eyes. He had a feminine face, but his trained physique and piercing eyes told a different story. He had the aura of a friendly person, although his expression wasn't very friendly just now. He was dressed similarly to the others, indicating that he, too, was a newcomer.
"What do you want?" asked one of the group's boys.
"What exactly are you doing with him? Why are you guys gang upping on him ?" Asked the kid, pointing to the injured individual kneeling on the ground.
"It's none of your business. If you don't want to be beaten, f*ck off," yelled the boy who is most likely the leader of the group.
"How can I leave after witnessing you guys shamelessly gang up on someone?" the boy with golden hair asked as he approached. "Release him now!" exclaimed the boy.
The group surrounded the boy at the leader's signal, and he said, "You asked for this.Now handover your points too."
"So you were after his points?" asked the boy as he dodged the incoming punch.
"Don't worry, I'll finish it quickly and take you to the infirmary; just hang in there," the boy said to the injured individual.
"Big talk for someone about to be beaten," the group leader said.
When the fight began, one of the six participants tried to sneak up from behind with a punch. But the boy quickly blocked it, as if it had come from a kindergartener. He responded with his own blow to the stomach, sending that individual flying away. He landed on his back, unconscious, 3 meters away.
"Ops, I held back a lot though." the boy with golden hair said in an apologetic tone.
"Beware, he is an awakened!" the group leader exclaimed. "Everyone attacks at the same time."
"Come at me with everything you've got," said the golden-haired boy.
The conflict had only just begun when the injured individual yelled, "STOP!"