19 Possessed

At that point, as if something had possessed me, my rage went off the charts. Having no reason to continue this stupid match it was time to end this.

I gritted my teeth.

All I wanted at this point was to kill that man by hook or by crook. This feeling is hard to explain, but it's not anger but similar to it. Its like the feeling a brother has when he want to avoid his nagging little sister.

The mind went blank. My eyes turned to a shade of red, veins popped on my forehead and my vision turned blurred.

I couldn't see anything, anything anymore except... except that man.

He flew in the air as a helix of fire surrounded him. Looking down at me, he grinned.

I spat blood as I glared at him.

'So, that's how he ambushed me, this bastard can fly.'

"Give up boy, anything more than this, and you won't be able to make it back alive" the man claimed.

Relieved faces soon appeared on the spectators but, I was already blinded to notice that at all. My vision was all red and all I could see was the figure of that man.

I dashed forward at my own pace, to prevent myself from gaining any unnecessary momentum. As I was I was even visible to the untrained eye.

But my opponent felt intimidated. Killing intent was leaking out of me without my knowledge.

In a blink of an eye, he amassed an array of fireballs that were lunged at me. However, none were able to hit their mark.

It's easy to avoid them if you aren't at a speed where you can't control your direction. This is why I slowed down in the first place.

I side-stepped and sidestepped again, dodging all that came my way.

Where ever they landed they scorched the land.

Realizing that petty tricks aren't gonna work anymore. The fire-mage lunged both of his hands forward and stood like that for a while before amassing a huge cloud of fire.

It was the first time that this man took some time to launch a spell. But I know for sure that the area of effect spell wasn't what he was aiming for. This time I won't fall for it.

There was a sword stuck beside me. The very sword that the man had thrown away claiming to be a mage.

I ducked and picked it up.

'If my punches can destroy that fire magic then any force can'

My arms flew up, and a point shot out behind my shoulder blades as I held the sword in the air. Then with a great whirling motion, I lunged the sword with all my might. Just like an athlete would throw his javelin, I mimicked those very motions.

The sword flew cutting apart the air as it made a *swoosh* sound.

I jumped and followed behind the very sword. There was high risk but at this point, my adrenaline was at its peak, and my body wasn't listening to me anymore.

The sword met the flame thrower hollowing it apart where it met. And I passed through that very vortex of hollowed fire. Just like how a trained animal at circus jumps through rings of fire so did I.

The man was about to go to a suitable spot for the ambush but he didn't expect his spell to be nullified before he even the chance to react. His face darkened, cause he was in plain view and I was closing in.

He amassed as many quick fire-balls as he quick as a last-ditch effect and all of them made their mark cause I was in mid-air.

But the adrenaline was sky high, and I couldn't feel pain anymore at least not with this half-ass fire.

Closing in the distance I landed a heavy punch on his gut. Although every cell in my body wanted to kill this man, that's how much killing intent I had, I missed the vitals on purpose.

I needed to incapacitate this man before anything or else he will escape again. Hitting the gut caused a sharp pain to creep in his body. The helix of fire that surrounded the man collapsed into thin air as if it never existed in the first place.

With the pain, he felt all his power crumbled and so did his wings. He fell from the sky like a comet and so did I following him. But I didn't just stop at that. After all I was moving unconsciously at that point and my brain didn't allow me to stop at all.

I clasped both my hands together and swung them to crush his sternum.

Punched again and again and again...

We crashed with me on top of him. Dust rose and swayed in the air. But I didn't stop.

It wasn't until a man pulled me by my arms that the fray ended. I didn't realize how weak I had become after the adrenaline in my blood dissolved.

The extreme unusual feeling had also subsided with it.

It seems that I won. I saw Lapis and another old man walk up to my opponent, the old man bent over to check his pulse. And he nodded looking at Lapis.

It was so strange, this match that is. I knew that I would win it I if say so myself. But I didn't expect the match's events to unfold like this.

Why did I suddenly lose myself? It felt like I was me and not me at the same time.

I smirked. 'Man! With this heat of the match, the surge of adrenaline, and this racing heart, I feel like I might get addicted to fighting.'

I saw Clair coming towards me. And a woman dressed in a long-sleeve cloak following behind him.

The woman squatted near me and checked my pulse. Then for some reason, she put forward her open palm pointing to me.

Particles of light swayed on her hand forming a spheric cluster. I could feel my wounds getting healed.

So this is how it feels when a Pokemon eats oran-berry to get their HP restored.

Haha, even this nun has magic yet I don't.

I was so tired now. Not minding anyone around, I fell asleep.

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