Novel Full Chapter 235: I Didn’t See You Fight?
Chapter 235: I Didn’t See You Fight?
Chapter 235: I didn’t see you fight?
“Those students might be sitting right beside you right now, or maybe just chilling in their own territory. Who knows? But one thing is certain—sooner or later, we will see them in action! If any other top 10 student challenges them, then we get to see them early. And if not, no worries at all! We just need to wait until the 9th day, when all the top 10 students clash with each other!”
The crowd immediately began looking around stupidly, as if they might actually spot those students among them. A few people sitting near Leo and his group glanced their way, lingered for a second, then dismissed them entirely. It wasn’t surprising—when all 3 of them sat there with stone-cold expressions and eyes fixed on the Host, they blended far too well into the background.
By then, Tavian had already been teleported away for healing, and the Arena was shut down. Many spectators started moving toward Arena-1, where Tier-2 matches were likely still ongoing. Meanwhile, Leo and his group called Brok and headed back toward the territories.
“Boss! Aren’t you a fresher?” Brok asked loudly as they rode the eagle.
“Why didn’t I see you in any match? I watched the whole Tier-3 bracket and even part of Tier-2 before heading to see the dark horse fight. Did I miss your match somewhere?”
He didn’t get a response.
Frowning, Brok looked back, only to see all of them glued to their phones, replaying Tavian’s match again and again. Miho alone was replaying her own fight, carefully checking every exchange to see if she looked bad anywhere. Occasionally, Leon would point out a specific moment and compliment her, earning a soft blush in return.
Brok figured he must have missed their Tier-2 matches, which were held in Arena-1—either that, or they fought while he was at the Grand Arena watching Tier-1 students, or maybe when he was busy picking people up for rides.
They surely couldn’t be low enough to end up in Tier-4 or Tier-5… right?
He chose not to disturb them.
When they finally reached the territory, Leo spoke up.
“When are you joining the territory?” he asked calmly. “Just so you know, the earlier you join, the higher the position you might get—and a better place to work.”
“Boss, I’m still collecting credits,” Brok replied with a sheepish grin. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be done by the end of the competition.”
Leo raised a brow.
“Do you need a loan from me? For your High 2-star strength, I guess only 8000 AC would be needed at most, even if the leader is money grubber.”
Brok grimaced.
“Boss… your only 8000 AC is something I’d need 4 to 6 months to save up,” he said seriously.
“As for the loan, I’ll humbly refuse. If I’m going to set foot in your territory, I want to do it with my own strength. As a man, it wouldn’t sit right with me to rely on others for my own benefit.”
Leo studied him for a moment, then nodded.
“Alright. Just know this—if you ever ask for credits, it won’t be a burden to me.”
With that, Brok took his leave.
Later that evening, Leo and the others gathered for dinner, the topic inevitably shifting back to Tavian.
“I didn’t know life-type talents could fight that well,” Lily said, still sounding impressed.
“It’s not just his life-type talent,” Leo replied. “It’s his resources too.” He was clearly referring to Tavian’s Peak-Yellow-Tier staff with its 5 preset arrays—the same ones Tavian had relentlessly spammed against Lyra. Thoug he didn’t specify the abilities, that would reveal his system.
“But you can’t deny Tavian’s genius,” Leon added. “Very few could stand against someone like Lyra, whose speciality is speed. And despite fighting like a mage, Tavian held his ground. That alone proves his talent.”
“I kept thinking the same thing,” Leo said. “If he can fight like that as a support type… I can only imagine the enemy’s despair when he fully supports allies and locks opponents down for them.”
All 3 nodded. Someone like Tavian could easily become a game-changer on any battlefield.
Then Lily spoke suddenly.
“But… how do we defeat him?” she asked softly. “I-I mean, I couldn’t find an opening. If even a lightning-speed swordsman struggled… I don’t know if I could beat him with his wind speed.”
She swallowed, clearly uncomfortable admitting that weakness.
Leo and Leon looked at her with identical calm expressions.
“”Wasn’t it obvious?”” they said almost at the same time.
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“Brother Leeeoooonnn! Sleeeepppp!” Miho groaned, watching Leon balance in a single-hand, 3-finger stand. Beside him, Bigfoot attempted the same pose, wobbling badly before tumbling down under the weight of his bulky body.
Leon straightened and glanced at Miho.
“Come on,” he said, eyes half-lidded. “I couldn’t train all day. At least let me do it at night.”
“No!” Miho snapped. “Today is your rest day. And I won’t let you ruin the rest cycle I painstakingly built for more than a week for you!”
She huffed, hands on her hips.
“It’s your fault for not training during the day.”
“Oh?” Leon raised a brow. “And whose fault do you think that is? For whom do you think I cancelled my daytime training?”
Miho stammered. It was obvious—he had come to the academy for her match. Leon didn’t let up.
“Or did you want me to skip your match and ignore you instead? Just so you know, my mind got more refreshed after seeing your great performance. So, I am well rested and train a bit more,” He said with a cheeky grin.
“No! I-I… no! You’re just making excuses!” she said, pointing an accusing finger at him and with a slight blush.
“Bah.” Leon waved her off and dropped down into push-ups. “Just go to sleep. Let me train.”
Bigfoot’s eyes lit up. Push-ups were clearly his speciality for his built biceps, and he immediately matched Leon’s rhythm, thick arms pumping effortlessly as he turned it into a competition.
Miho clenched her fists and stomped her foot in frustration.
Suddenly, Leon felt extra weight press down on his back, the push-up becoming noticeably harder. Miho had climbed onto him, arms loosely wrapped around his neck as she settled against his back.
“Hmph! Let’s see how long you can train like this,” she said, clinging to him like a koala.
Bigfoot, seeing Leon face a new “challenge,” growled in excitement. With a burst of effort, he performed a single clap push-up just as his 8-meter-long python summon appeared, coiling around his body to mimic weighted training.
Leon froze for half a second, startled by Miho’s boldness—and her closeness.
Especially the two soft, pillowy mounds that massaged his sore shoulders were very abrupt. Before his thoughts could wander, he gritted his teeth and started counting the push-ups.
He didn’t even reach 100 before he felt Miho’s grip loosen, her breathing evening out against his ears in soft blows.
She had fallen asleep right there.