Chapter 11: Sleepy Bastard vs. Mr. Perfect — Round Two
The crowd’s cheers rang like gunshots across the arena, echoing between the ears of the two fighters.
Most of them shouted for Amon. But not all.
Some just wanted a good fight.
I was one of them. Yeah, no way I’d miss this. I had to see it—what it really meant to fight among the strongest.
My eyes locked onto the long-haired one.
Salazar. Don’t disappoint me. I’ve got a feeling... you’re a monster in disguise.
And across from him stood Amon il Sunfrost—the academy’s prodigy of High Magic. There’s no one here who knows more spells. Summoning magic. Rune magic. Even Resonance magic.
Honestly, the only thing he’s missing is "Activated Charcoal Magic," so I can cure my headache from reading his spell list.
Even the council professors showed up for this match.Dean Hellmaine, that girl with the obnoxiously big wizard hat, and even the Chemistry teacher—they sat in a private balcony above the ring, watching in complete silence.
From within the crowd, the other Top 5 fighters stirred. I made sure to note them. They all looked confident, sure—but their eyes lingered on Salazar a little too long. Nervous.
I get it. Rank 2 going up against a near-unknown freshman?
Fight rules: