Chapter 112: Ninety-five: The Edible Maid_3
"Malin! I demand a duel with you!" That’s how the silly boy kicked things off.
The senior students training not far away exploded with commotion, looking at this unknown warrior with both surprise and admiration.
"Does this guy even know what he’s doing?" one senior asked, eyeing the kid as if he were a lunatic on a suicide mission.
"How should I know? Probably just a fool, since fools don’t need to think, just rush in and die," his friend lamented from beside him.
"I’ll open the betting, he won’t last beyond one move," another student declared.
"Who would bet with you? I can only last up to Malin’s third move, and after that he lifts his limits, his speed shoots up by at least 4 points, impossible to guard against. This kind of fool that demands a duel out of nowhere won’t last more than one move," a top student shook his head, suggesting that the bookie was simply scamming everyone.
"Then let’s bet on how he’s going to die," a less scrupulous student suggested.
"That’s too cruel, he is a warrior after all. Let’s bet on what Malin will use to finish him off instead," a little girl came up with a better idea: "I’m the bookie, Malin is definitely going to punch him to death."
"I bet on the tall metal pole from the training ground, Malin is definitely going to love that feel," a senior student said.
"It can’t be barehanded, when Malin hits someone, he’s gotta use something like bricks, chairs, or wooden sticks," another student expressed.