Back in the battle cage, Francis was running sideways on the cage as he shot at Bas.
Bas was unbothered as he cut down the attacks swiftly. He didn't know what was going on, but he felt a strange connection to the Evil Dragon Sovereign Record whenever he entered a fight. A thrill of excitement raced through his veins as he sensed every movement of his opponent while strengthening himself simultaneously.
Francis felt the terror as Bazzy calmly stood in place, slicing through his attacks without a worry. If he had no other choice, he could use his strongest weapon, his half-condensed hunter badge. But once he did this, wouldn't all his efforts in condensing it go to waste?
Suddenly, Francis leaped up high and used his gun as a pole to vault higher and higher. Instead of hunting bullets, he lets out a volley of soul bullets.
He wanted to crush Bazzy Dagod from the sky!
Bas, however, didn't even bother to look. Instead, he casually pointed his knife into the air and engaged the switchblade function. Bas's hand flew down, and then an explosion of bullets filled the air. The silver spray hurtled toward Bas as he seemed to draw his arm back, except that in a matter of milliseconds, it was inches away from him.
Luckily, his knives were already out.
They glinted in the sun like little steel stars as he moved his fingers slightly, and they danced through the swarm. Every bullet Bas struck was cleaved in two, but many were deflected or knocked backward. Francis was in a sorry state as he fell with his own attack, backfiring and causing minor injuries.
Bas laughed and then said, "I suppose that is what you get when you want to fight me like a child."
Bas' Evil Dragon Sovereign Record lit up in his soul pool, operating at top speed as he continued to defend. Many runes were lit up as he fought, nurturing new hunt skills that he could master in the future. This was a benefit of having a Premium Record; the growth rate for his hunt skills was incredibly high. As he grew more powerful, Francis grew weaker and weaker than Bas. The black horse was performing increasingly explosively and touching on the ranks of veterans and experts.
Bas was just the same as before on the outside but with a powerful aura of mysteriousness. It was clear then that Bazzy Dagod was not as simple as he seemed.
"This boy...is a bit of a freak." Sid Evans was sitting forward, his eyes not moving from that dancing blade.
He never imagined this brat would be so talented! The boy was showboating at this point. How could such an appearance crawl out from Mortalee? It started to dawn on Sid why people called Bazzy a black horse. This young man was far too talented for his age, a terrifying genius, and no one would expect this level of prowess from such a youth.
"What an interesting character." Sid began to see Bazzy in a new light, perhaps one more akin to a peer than a youth.
Bas' moves with his blade were as effortless as picking up a toy. They were beautiful and difficult to predict. He was almost at the level of an expert swordsman as he blocked Francis' attack.
The battle seemed to be drawn out a little longer than expected, but eventually, Bas made his move and seized the opportunity to break Francis' soul power. He then cut off Francis' right arm, effectively ending the match.
Or so he thought...
Also, thinking the fight was over, everyone in the arena was silent as they stared in shock at Bazzy Dagod's terrifying might. He had used a single weapon to defeat a powerful hunter like Francis Stratus easily. No one could believe it.
Bazzy Dagod...was truly impressive!
"You rat bastard!" Francis' guttural screech echoed throughout the sewers, snapping everyone's attention to the center of the cage.
Bas narrowed his eyes, truly not expecting this guy to have more fuel in his tank. Was he a cockroach? He wasn't so easy to squish, after all.
"Well, so much for showing mercy," Bas shook his head, thinking it to be a pity.
"Cisco, I need you to find out everything you can about this boy." Sid Evans stood up from his seat and spoke to one of the men behind him. "This is a priority order. If he comes from a faction, I want to know which one. If he was born as a mortal, I MUST know. Follow Brenda's instructions until I return."
Sid descended the platform in between his two personal guards. He stood in place on the stairs to see the conclusion of the contest. He didn't believe he would need to stand here long.
"I'll kill you; you punk!" back in the battle cage, Francis holstered the hunter rifle in his remaining hand and suddenly dashed forward.
Bas had a bad premonition, so he immediately retreated. Even though this opponent wasn't one he could take seriously, eons of experience had taught Bas never to mistake the feeling of danger.
Francis frowned at the fast reaction but executed his hunter ability anyway. "Here we go! Toxic Fury Hunter Badge!"
A dim copperlight half-badge condensed in front of Francis. It wrapped his body in its copperlight atmosphere, pushing the youth's own aura to new heights. Francis' body released a sanguine light as his legs twisted in a strange manner, unleashing a series of kicks.
Bas dodged the first kick easily, but the sanguine light made his hair stand on end. This strange light was highly poisonous!
"Innate poisonous hunt ryms! He's even started to form the hunter badge with innate ryms," Bas was stunned. This was a rare constitution, definitely a rare constitution! And for Francis to condense half his Hunter's Badge? What a waste for him to use it here! "This mortal must be truly talented. What a waste to be born in Mortalee. Wait...how?"