Quash opened his eyes in a landscape that has become familiar by now. He looked at his opponent and it was a female. He looked dignified and refused like a noble lady. Probably because she was one. She elegantly took out her reaper.

Her body was slim and her gaze was sharp. Her guard was all time high. She was preparing her self to go all out from the start. Start with her strongest attack.

As Quash studied his opponent, he quickly realised that she was a speed type. Meaning he will be sliced and diced the moment the match started if he couldn’t match her speed.

Quash smiled. His heart racing. Not because he was thrilled to fight but the thought of what he was about to do.

Quash let out a deep breath, he let go of all the logical restraints he has when using energy.

He used Attribute Superimposition to make his Pure Aura act like lightning at maximum output je could muster now.

*VOoM~!!*

*Crackle~!!*

White Lighting crackled around him chaoticaly. Discharging from his body into the ground. Quash felt very high on power. But he also felt that his nerves will be fried if he can’t finish this quick. His body felt warm inside and I was slowly intensifying.

Without waiting for anyone’s consent, the match started and the moment the bell rang, both of them charged at each other. Meeting in the middle. Quash dogged her reaper while trying to get a hit. But she was as agile as him and dogged just as quickly.

They moved around the arena so fast that they looked like beams of light instead. This went on for a while before Quash found an opening to strike when both of them separated for a moment. He took out the chain and swang at her.

She barely dogged while trying to maintain her balance. Quash didn’t give her any chance to recover, he forced all the lightning into his legs making him feel like his legs were being fried inside out.

But the chance was too good to miss. He launched towards her like a bullet. Leaving a trail of white lighting behind. He arrived near her, and punched her in the face. The hit landed and she was sent flying.

The match wasn’t over, gathering every bit of will, he chased after her flying body. She wasn’t knocked out. She tried to regain her balance faster by twisting her body mid air. She skidded the ground and before she even came to a stop, she found a chain approaching her rapidly.

There was nothing she could do because she noticed it too late.

*Crash~!!*

The chain crashed onto her so hard that it split her body in two. The chain continued and slammed into the tiles. Caving in.

Her body disappeared shortly after.

[Winner! Quash Ogmore!]

A breath of relief washed over Quash and he stopped Attribute Superimposition. The Pure Aura stopped acting like Lighting. He then stopped circulating it, called back what remained what remained inside his Cardiovascular System.

The moment relief washed over him, his legs gave out. His legs looked churned and burned. Black smoke rising and sizzling sound ringing out. Some part of his skin were also burnt. But internal damage was the most severe. But before his knees could touch the ground, he was pulled out.

He came back to the bleachers. Standing in the same position he has been pulled in. His body completely fine. As if the pain had never been real. But he knew it was. His body knew it was. Because he still felt the phantom pain in legs.

They felt a bit numb but it quickly disappeared.

But most astonishing part is that he felt no shock of the intense pain he experienced moments ago.

Even when he wanted to think about it deeply, something prevented that experience from settling in and taking root.

’...Truly marvelous. This is what I call magical technology. Not the flashy for no reason the Authors claim from my previous life claim it to be. But this deep, subtle but inevitable kind.’

Quash marvelled while he sat down. He looked at Alan who was looking at him like he was looking at someone else. Quash just scoffed.

"Hold on Quash! I almost forgot about it because of your crazed performance! You told me to hold your beer but you didn’t actually give me any!"

Quash who had turned his head away after scoffing a Alan looked back at him in disbelief. He shook his head and face palmed. Alan froze for a moment before he realised his blunder.

His chin trembled, fearing Quash’s teasing. So he didn’t say anything or try to make any sound. He sat straight like a statue. Hoping the match making would be faster and pull hik out of rhus embarrassing situation.

Why would he take that at face value!?

He couldn’t help but cry internally. He felt that he was getting more and more idiotic each time he interacted with Quash. No. It was Quash who was getting more unpredictable with each passing day.

Quash noticed Alan’s reacting and chuckled internally. He didn’t tease the poor guy. He was already torturing himself anyway. He would anticipate Quash to tease him but since Quash decided not to, he will be on edge for a while.

That, in itself is a form of teasing.

But Quash didn’t think much about Alan. He looked around and found may looking at him very displeased. The same guys who were mostly indifferent before.

Not because he brutally murdered a girl, that was part of it, but because of who his opponent was.

Quash remembered her from the novel. She was prodigy of the human race. She was unmatched in speed... within class limit that is. But she now has a match. Quash himself. Even if it’s on steroids.

Game is game. Skill issues.

But that wasn’t the only reason, she was the precious, one and only grand child of Saffron Fruma.

Alicia Fruma.

She was an important charecter in the novel. The only weakness of Saffron Fruma. The man whose name alone can make many drop any kind of retaliation. The absolute pillar of Academy City. And many tried to exploited it... or will try to in the future.

Although Quash had brutally murdered the man’s granddaughter, he couldn’t help but smile, fearless. Because both grandfather and granddaughter were quite like minded. They valued talent.

And chances are, she might even approach him. Although it was low, it wasn’t zero.