BUTTERFLIES (Arc 2&3; The Undefeatable Class 192)

Chapter 101: Blackie Going All-out

  Zhangkong had not even moved a step back. If not for the after effects underneath his feet, it would have been hard to convince anyone that any of the things we just witnessed actually happened.

  Blackie stood up from the ruins his body had made of the field. His burly shoulders cast a bear-like figure of shadow behind him. His eyes were red, and his lips were swollen.

  "There's more from where that came," said Zhangkong with a taunting smile that really looked good on him.

  Now was Blackie's time to back out. He had obviously already gone all out, and exhausted his true essence, at most. So what did he do? Give up? Well, I was disappointed to hear him scream, "Well, I've got some more to give!"

  I could feel everyone give a facepalm. For me, I'd rather have given Blackie a facepalm of my own.

  Dusting off the rocky fragments on his class' uniform, Blackie began to walk towards Zhangkong, slow and steadily.

  I've never said this before, but Blackie really lived up to his name. His skin's complexion was pitch black like charcoal, and even his palms which should have been a little bit fair, was no different from the blackness of the back of his hands. He flicked his wrist, and a sword materialised in it, in the blink of an eye. Immediately, his killing intent began to transfer into the sword giving it a hungry-looking appearance.

  Zhangkong's smile turned into a grin. He made similar gesture as his opponent, and produced a spear from his storage ring.

  Soon, they both began to perform very complex sets of footworks, each searching for a loophole in the other's use of weapon. In all the flurry stab and slash movements, none had been able to injure the other. Once, when their weapons truck, Blackie could not help but stagger backwards three times, while Zhangkong remained rooted on his ground. Still, it was obvious that the strength had also had an effect on him, as his red face was current pale looking.

  Both somersaulted and displayed several movement techniques, until, finally, Zhangkong was able to find a slow response from Blackie's stab to counter the move with his spear, then stab on the latter's arm.

  If not for the fact that Zhangkong was a realm higher than Blackie, I really doubted if that spear would have been able to pass through Blackie's tough skin.

  "Agh!" Blackie roared and forcefully use his sword to slash for Zhangkong's chest, which only led the latter to jump backwards to evade, and relieve Blackie of the spear on his arm. Blackie immediately went cannon mode when he saw Zhangkong coming with a blow of his own. He immediately rolled away, knowing better than to go head on with Zhangkong. The latter's blow could literally fall a little mountain.

  Jessica's aura became unstable, and I couldn't help but notice, tearing my eyes off the bleeding arm of Blackie who had resumed his human appearance and was breathing heavily. I noticed that I was really sensitive to auras. The moment I looked at Jessica who was at the base of the same tree she'd been meditating at, I could tell this fight really caught her attention. Then, I noticed what had actually drawn my attention. Jessica had unknowingly released a very subtle killing intent which was just as tiny as Blackie's.

  I immediately traced her fixed gaze and saw it was pointed at Zhangkong. I suddenly felt angry that she could be harbouring weird thoughts towards Zhangkong for a fight that wasn't hers.

  Suddenly, she turned around and shot me a glare, and her killing intent immediately disappeared without a trace. It seems her cultivation instinct caused my stare to give her an uncomfortable feeling. She smiled when she looked up and saw it was me, waving a little. I smiled back and nodded slightly.

  The battle continued. Blackie began to charge at him with an incredible gracefulness. His long, curly black hair was flowing behind him, along with his sword.

  Zhangkong's eyes were fixed on Blackie's advancing figure, and there no longer was a smile on his face. He raised his own spear lazily and moved it to his left hand where he made a thrust.

  Seems Blackie saw this coming, because he made a left dive roll, partly in canon form, then brought his sword slashing sideways at Zhangkong.

  The slash immediately showed how sharp its blade was, because next came an unexpected groan from Zhangkong as his foreleg was given a white dash, and blood began to free flow downwards. What amazed everyone was how the Class 192 uniform immediately closed itself up.

  "Huh?" I couldn't help but blurt out. Even Roy found this odd.

  "The cloth heals itself? That too is possible? Humans are just too unbelievable."

  "The same thing I had in mind," I said. Zhangkong didn't seem to have found this odd, but gripped the spot where there had once been a deep tear on the uniform, pressing it to his lap, which immediately caused the trouser to be tainted with red. One thing was clear. He was still bleeding.

  While Blackie was jubilating in his glee, he was too slow to notice the swiped fist that aimed for his head, and was sent flying with blood spraying from his mouth and nose.

  'Crash!'

  "Zhangkong wins!" Teacher Haggz announced.