Creed's eyes shined as he saw Alan fighting against Adam Northwood.
Earlier he was dubious about Alan's persistent nagging in the library. He kept bugging him more than necessary. For that reason, Creed always gave him partially vague advice; the kind where he had to do his own research to infer any fruitful conclusion.
All those advices wasn't just advice but theory were more of additional homework and practice methods.
Creed thought he wasn't doing them at all. However, now he was now sure that Alan was not just bugging him needlessly. He was trying to improve and was making a genuine effort to learn. His fight with Adam was enough proof.
Sadly, he also knew that Alan would lose this match. Adam's fighting caliber was way ahead of him. Yet Creed was impressed by
The matches went on, and soon enough another familiar name was announced. It was Ryan Miller's turn. On the other side was a cadet named Carl Fritz.Creed looked at Ryan's face and realized that he couldn't be any more nervous. The amount of sweat dripping from his forehead was enough proof.Nevertheless, if looked from Ryan' perspective, his nervousness was reasonable.After watching his batch mates' energetic battles, he was already demoralized by this point. So far, Ryan has only killed weak and mindless beasts before but he had never hurt an actual person.Also, Creed never did any one-on-one with him while his batch mates had already isolated him for being weak. He never got the chance to engage in battle with a real person before, much less hurt them.&n
The trio was also observing the match. All three of them were just sitting expressionless. Jake's face told him that he was uninterested, whereas Fang's expressions were that of pity. "Jeez! What's up with him?" Fang spoke. "He is too stiff…" "Something is holding him back..." Jake replied, "His nervousness is getting to his head!" 'Hmm… he needs to chill out...' Fang added. 'The nervousness will only make him more miserable!' Jake and Fang turned towards Creed at his lack of response. He was closely watching the match, but he said nothing. However, soon something unexpected happened. A vicious grin appeared on Creed's face that made both of them freak out. They both flinched, as if they saw a ghost sitting on his should
"Match ends by forfeit: Winner - Ryan Miller"Inside the spectating area, Creed was silently grinning in his seat as he heard the announcement. Jake and Fang were both horrified, not by the match, but by his creepy grin."Jesus Christ!" Jake blurted out loud," That dude went from 0 to 100 real quick!""Brother Creed! what did you do?" Fang asked. "Did you hypnotize him or something?""… this shit escalated way too quickly!"Creed just turned to them and replied, "Nothing, I just gave him a final push!"For others, it might be true, but this match failed to surprise Creed. He had been constantly torturing Ryan, just for this very moment.
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The focus of the crowd shifted back to the arena when he saw Jia and Ryan facing each other. "Are you sure you are not nervous now?". "Stop making fun of me!" Ryan barked with an evident annoyance. "I'm not! That was a genuine question! " "I can manage it, somehow..." "That is wonderful! Please don't hold back because this time I'm not going to…" ~BZZZZTTT~ The sharp sound of the buzzer struck like lightning. Two streaks of flash grazed the irises of the onlookers, with bursts of crumbling sparks fluttering the arena like fairy dust. The daggers collided at a pace that jolted
The assessment ended, leaving a never-fading bittersweet taste in Ryan's mouth. He won, but that did not feel like a real win because of Jia's forfeit the match.In the end, he got a Soul Armas from Grisha and hopefully good grades from the instructors.The day came to an end, making a lingering sensation of desolation among several of them. The mentors were required to fill some final paperwork before getting their payments.Creed had already submitted all of them and was now inside an Archery storage shed surrounded by the arrows he loved so much.He was cleaning up the mess he had made with an Archery Kit under Jia's name. This was the last item on his checklist before leaving the bhu-lok military campus.He was sitt
Creed did not go inside the glitch for an entire week, more like he couldn't. The day Hannah was discharged, Creed sneaked out to the Glitch the next morning because of the mentorship program. Just as expected, she was furious about it. This time, however, when she found out he was home, she did not let him go. Whether it was fake fever, help in homework, shopping for her imaginary friend Lily, or even death threats, she used every excuse in her arsenal to prevent him from leaving. Furthermore, she even forced him to cook every single meal for the entire week. Creed's cooking skills were pretty good, and now she could now eat homemade meals. She had no intention of letting him go this easy. In fact, Creed had to promise that he would stay for one entire week. H
"I am 17 years old, for fuck's sake…" Dignity was on the line this time. He didn't even sniff too hard, and yet a deep lingering odor of ammonia invaded his nostrils, "this should not be happening! Fucking hate this!" The reason for this failed attempt of control over his own bladder had a very precise reason attached to it. Out of several ways to train oneself, one of the most advanced and most complex ways was called 'Image Training'. The soul and heart of 'Image Training' laid within the complex imagination and fabric of induced phantasm. It was a complex method because the training, in all essence, happened inside one's mind. The person goes into an induced focused state of hyperconsciousness and runs scenarios of battle while also reconstructin
Hello Readers, Thanks for staying with me for this long. I know this is sudden but making you all dangle for a petty frequency of uploads is just too cruel. That's why I have decided to mark this as a conclusive checkpoint i.e. mark this book as completed. Been a wonderful journey so far. Every comment I have seen or read (good or bad) has brought a froth of emotions that drove me to write my heart out. In my eyes, as a story, Apaurushya has proven itself as a story with a potential of unimaginable horizon. Every character has surprised me by their actions. Each of them have a life. Almost as if I don't need to write them; they can write themselves. Nevertheless, this isn't the end. We haven't even scratched the surface of what really lies there beyond the ungodly boundaries of these Akashik space anomalies. If you wanna connect, bug me or l
"Jake, wait! I'm coming with you!""Mira! You're here too…""Yeah! Just let me come with you… ""Nope! Just stay here, there is nothing much for you to do...I'm gonna get him cleaned, and drop him to his home!""Come on! Don't be like that…""No means no…" Jake shunned her down. "both of you just stay put…it's better that way. He messed with the alliance, so it's best you keep your distance for now.""Don't worry about me!" Artemis interrupted, "Also, I could say the same to you! How is, you helping him out any different than me!""Alliance has eyes everywhere… I already got myself involved so
Creed felt a numbing headache from all the lights that ravaged his vision. One of his knees immediately gave up and kneeled on the ground. Fortunately, Jake grabbed him by his shoulders before he could fall down."Argh… come on… Stand straight you idiot…""Fuck you! I'm trying, asshole… give me a break!""Serves you right, fucker… " Jake replied with a grunt, "Nobody asked you to throw your sword at her when you're bleeding from your ass! Fucking show off…""Show off, that's what you think?… I was trying to kill her!""Kill her! Seriously, dude, what's gotten into you?" Jake frowned as he dragged him forward. "Better, keep your anger in check. If it wasn't for Miss Luna and me,
"Just do what I say…" Luna's domineering voice broke from the sheer rage, "Or I will cut that bird and shove its head inside your ass."Creed's hair on the neck stood up, and he gulped a mouthful. He immediately turned around and limped back towards the cage in haste.As he saw the Little gobbler almost passed out from exhaustion, a sense of urgency rose. He arched his back to an extreme and swung his right arm.At the last moment, his mayhem saber appeared inside his hand. The saber hit the cage and a loud mechanical screech boomed in the hall.~CLANKUnfortunately, Despite Creed using so much force, the cage did not break. The horrifying sound of metal made Little Gobbler tremble inside.
With his unrestrained perception, his eyesight has been giving him trouble with the information overload. Because of this, his brain has temporarily blurred his vision this entire time. He couldn't see the people who interpreted the battle, only the dark shadows that were too close to him. Creed has been fighting while completely dependent on his other senses. However, just from the brief exchange, he subconsciously understood that this wasn't enough against the one who stood in front. The sheer rage has pushed him beyond the edge. Creed's vision was so dark and dingy that he couldn't even see his face in such a close combat. His brain was a complete mess and volatile perception had put him in an aggressive state, almost like a machine programmed to annihilate whatever comes in front. All Creed could see wa
'So she has ascended too…' Akash murmured to himself, 'bad! This couldn't get worse... Gryffon… What are you going to do now? You better run this time...' The pressure that burst out was something Akash and Kiara were already familiar with, because the intensity was the same as his own rhythm. This kind of pressure could only come from a person who has ascended from the boundaries of bhu-lok. Kiara and others were also freaking out right now. Artemis and the four siblings' faces have turned pale already. They all understood that this just might be the end of this entire thing. There was no way Creed could stand up to her. His level of power was far too low compared to hers. Even with his berserk skill, catching up to an ascended individual is just not possible for a mere elite, no matter how strong. The best cour
A lustful blush appeared on Grisha's cheeks and a huge smile appeared on her rosy lips. Her chest tightened with the shock waves that appeared. She rubbed both of her palms and blew into it."So this is what she gave birth to… the blood doesn't lie… I just never noticed… A fire that burned him into something else… he isn't just a chakra freak anymore… he never was… He is what he's always been…""The son of Queen..."The entire went numb when they bathed under the demonic intent oozing out of the blade. The dazzling sparks that burst from the clashes burned into the eyes of the observers.Not just Creed's blade, but his entire body shined with glimmering scarlet. There was no corner on the stage that hadn't been
"I ask you again!" Creed shot a glare, "Which one of you touched my bird?"The man coughed the ground with his bloody organs. The stage boiled under the tension undefined in all senses. Yet, Dollar Twenty and the other five stood unfazed by the turn of tables.However, amidst the chaos, the audience's guts flipped upside down. Both McConnell and Jiang siblings felt their lifespan shortening.Artemis' eyes turned teary. Her ears burned red when she saw gallons of blood gushing down from Creed's head, dripping all the way to his chin.Kiara, Akasha and Grisha looked at the scene with tightened chests. A razor-sharp sensation crawled inside their blood vessels. Not just them, but several hunters from the crowd now had their undivided focus on the unbridled escal
"Little… Gobbler…" Every hair on Creed's skin stood up straight. His very soul almost rejected his body, and images around him dulled to a standstill. He could hear his heart thumping inside his eardrums. A chronic corruption leaked into his eyes when he heard Dollar Twenty start the bidding. "The bidding for the High-Tier Inca Aves starts with $300 Thousands!" "$350 thousands!" "$400 thousands!" "$450 thousands!" "$500 thousands!" The sound of chatters began to fade out. Creed vision blacked out and a high-pitched siren hijacked his eardrums. His pulse spiked up to a gh