女子高生暴力教室

Wain burst out of the cloud of dust like a dragon flapping his wings. Axalt was immobilized for a while, as he did not risk moving and stood in a protective stance so that Wain could deal with the girl.

She activated a special skill to see the energy flow through any obstacles and was horrified to realize that Wain was running in her direction.

The girl tried to move away and get a safe distance away, but the bone wings swung again, and Wain was in front of her.

He grabbed her by the arm and threw her high up. The girl had no means of dodging in midair, so she was virtually defenseless.

Wain jumped up, level with the girl, and his eyes flashed. A phantom snake tail appeared behind him, and Wain somersaulted in the air so that the tip of the tail collapsed on the girl from top to bottom.

She could not defend herself against this unexpected and speedy attack and flew down like a projectile. A crater formed on the ground, and she threw up a mouthful of blood.

The girl was seriously injured, but she knew she should not have given up, especially this time. She had to use everything she had to last a little longer and get better.

,m "Shit!" She shouted, and her hair lit up in blue flames.

Several phantom bows appeared beside her and simultaneously fired dozens of arrows at Wain.

Wain waved his cloak, and dozens of spirits flew out of it, absorbing the arrows. He landed next to the girl and was ready to plunge his sword into her heart, but suddenly she screamed something and her body began to glow.

Hundreds of souls flew out of her and headed toward Wain, and she herself disappeared from the arena.

"What was that...?" Wain was puzzled. He thought he was about to deliver the final blow and finish off one of his opponents, but instead, the girl just ran away.

"Huh, she lost too easily, though I wouldn\'t expect anything else from an Elf girl." Axalt said, slowly pacing toward Wain.

"How did she do that? Was it some kind of artifact?"

"What? What are you talking about? She just used one of the functions of this arena."

"An arena function?"

"Hmm? Apparently, you\'ve only been in arenas a few times. Right?"

"Yes, this is my second time. I\'ve had other things to do and haven\'t had time to visit this wonderful place." Wain shrugged.

"I agree, we\'ve all been shaken up recently, but it\'s even better. Now we\'re all on the same ground, and we can achieve goals that no one ever dared to dream of before."

"This is an ordinary arena like the vast majority of all arenas. If you still have strength left, you can sacrifice all your souls, and the arena will return you to the space gap. However, if you are under death or don\'t have enough souls, this feature will not be available to you."

"A regular arena? Are there other kinds of arenas?"

"Yes, but I wouldn\'t recommend going there because you won\'t be able to give souls to the arena and survive. You\'ll have to fight to the very end. Such arenas are called blood arenas, and only the strongest can survive there. If you haven\'t reached the peak of your Chronicle yet, don\'t even think about it unless you want to die."

"There you go, that\'s pretty interesting. Okay, I hear you." Wain uttered and held his sword out in front of him.

Axalt nodded, "It\'s time to continue. Now we can fight one-on-one, so I suggest we get right to the fun part!"

His aura intensified considerably, and fire bracelets appeared on his arms, and two wide flaming wings appeared on his back.

Wain grinned and activated his Beyond as well.

He swung his sword and sent a gray wave of creepy jaws toward Axalt.

"Decided to use your Martial Essence? Good, I like that!" Axalt exclaimed and attacked back.

His eyes sparkled, and flame particles flew out of his wings and turned into fiery feathers. They collapsed onto his jaws with a wave of fire from the swing of his sword.

The jaws absorbed the flames but were burned by the feathers, and Wain\'s attack went down, as did Axalt\'s.

\'Judging by his aura, our stats are about equal. This should be interesting.\' Wain thought and swung his hand, sending a devouring stream.

Axalt felt threatened by it but didn\'t dodge it. He flapped his wings, and his feathers burned the gray energy again.

"You have good power, dangerous and creepy, but it\'s useless if it can be burned."

The fiery bracelets flashed brightly, and Axalt sped up. He was in front of Wain and began to land deadly blows on him, aiming at his vulnerabilities.

Wain blocked the attacks, but the flames from the sword continually burned him, and Axalt was gradually squeezing him. Every few blows, Wain had to take a step back. Axalt\'s sword was more powerful and heavier.

\'Damn, if this keeps up, he will punch through my defenses. This is bad!

"What? Are your hands shaking already? Don\'t know what to do? That\'s good! Only when you see your blood on the enemy\'s blade can you feel the pleasure of battle!" Axalt exclaimed and got even faster.

His hands were like a blur, and each swing of his sword left a trail of fire in the air, which in time began to look like dozens of flaming streaks floating in the air.

He had the mark of the moon, which spoke of his tranquility, but the power of the flames he chose was in stark contrast to his Spirit. He became overly impulsive or even aggressive during combat.

Bam.

Axalt struck with all his might, and a fiery explosion tossed Wain aside. His skin burned, and he barely managed to regain his balance.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, a torrent of flaming blades and feathers rained down on him again, only the power of devouring saved him from defeat.

\'Hey, why are you slow? If your opponent is faster than you, all you have to do is know what he will do next. It\'s that simple.\'

Suddenly Wain heard the voice of Blind Sorcerer.