They were both moving at their top speed, but despite all the effort and the fact that he was a miracle, Miret still couldn't help but think to himself, 'He is still faster. Is he even moving at his top speed?'
Miret was swinging with all his strength and using his concentration to the max just to keep up. He wanted to end this quickly, but now he really doubted if that was possible."'Is this the person that is tired of life, the person I am supposed to put to rest? He doesn't look like he needs rest!!'" Miret screamed in his mind.
To those in the weakest and weaker category of Hokori, their fight would be like watching supernatural beings at war with each other. The shockwaves they produced and their exceptional speed created small craters in their wake as they traveled around the entire arena.
But to those in the weak, strong, stronger, and a small number in the strongest category of Hokori, their fight was laid bare.
…
"He is losing," observed the adult female, designated to IQ120.
"What did you expect? That he would suddenly become more experienced and skilled than someone who has been at the same level for years, just because he skipped a level?" replied the adult male observer for MI124.
"Perhaps we expected too much. But this is the first time we've ever witnessed something like this," she continued.
"We get too excited when completely new information is uncovered. As adults, you should already be able to control your excitement," he chided.
"You can't blame us… this is new and significant. Look at the possibilities. If we could discover how to achieve a miracle like he did, we could not only quench our insatiable thirst for knowledge but also skip entire levels. What if… we could leapfrog entire stages of power? The potential is too enticing to ignore," she mused.
"Your 'miracle' is being toyed with, and he doesn't even realize it," he responded.
Her gaze lingered on him for a moment before she redirected her attention back to the arena.
…
It isn't true that IQ120 was significantly faster than Miret; it was merely Miret's delusion that made it seem so. IQ120 was indeed faster than Miret, but only slightly. However, even without that slight advantage, IQ120's skill and experience would surely compensate. Now, they weren't even on equal footing in terms of strength or speed. To IQ120, this fight had become a farce.
Miret was being guided through the entire fight without his knowledge. Each of his moves was anticipated and countered so gracefully that he wasn't even aware he was being manipulated.
'This fight is pointless,' IQ120 through his actions conveyed to the Humas. The victor had been determined the moment he Was pitted against Miret. All that remained was for him to decide whether to spare Miret's life or not.
'Is this all you can do?' IQ120 spoke for the first time since the arena doors opened, his voice deep, filled with disappointment.
'What?' The question caught Miret off guard; he had been using all his concentration in the fight, believing that IQ120 was doing the same.
He pushed himself back, creating distance between himself and IQ120, and finally, he saw the look that IQ120 carried—one of pure disappointment written all over his face.
'What is this? I am now also in the Hokori weak category? Why this difference?' Miret thought.
'Is this all you can do?' IQ120's dreadful voice rang out again.
'No, no, I can do way more. You are stronger than I imagined. For someone who wants to die, you're fighting really hard to win.'
'I do not seek a foolish death. I seek death in battle against a worthy opponent—to be able to release all my anger, carnage, and hate on—and for him to still win and set me free of this hell… It's been too long; I should have joined her long ago.'