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Alex's Replica Might

Because Luke drew the number one participant, he was required to prepare himself immediately as his battle would be the first one.

"I'm nervous as hell right now!" Luke quickly messaged Aisyl hoping the latter would try to comfort him in some way.

Alas, Luke hope isn't going to be granted because Aisyl simply replied with a picture. Luke curiously downloaded it and soon regretted it because the picture contained Aisyl's picture with a cheering crowd as a background. The caption was, "Not pitying you! I'm now excited as well as other people!"

"You didn't try to comfort me at all!" Luke furiously typed when an attendant came to notify him to enter the arena at present. Luke nodded as a response and began texted Aisyl.

"Anyway, I'm going to depart now." Luke was about to close his phone when a message from Aisyl popped out.

'Voice message?' Luke thought doubtfully before his finger pressed the play button.

"Open your ears widely!" Luke heard Aisyl shout before gradually replaced by a cheering that stated his name, "Luke Lewis! Luke Lewis! Victory!

"Come on, our low-rank Dark Horse!"

"Teach those arrogant bastards!"

"Alex's Replica!"

The corner of Luke's mouth couldn't help but twitch upon hearing the last remarks. Nevertheless, his anxiousness feeling gradually disappears as it is replaced by a vigor.

"Thank you," He also sent a voice message at Aisyl while wondered how all of them knows Alex''s replica was him.

But Luke didn't have time to think about it since the arena was already waiting for him.

-On the stadium-

Adjusting his heart and mind calm. Luke slowly made his way toward the passageway that led into the central arena. The moment Luke made his appearance, he could feel countless pairs of eyes staring at him. On top of that, he could hear a cheer vaguely that sole for him.

Refraining himself from waving his hand toward the crowd, Luke ascended the stairs and reached the arena. Arriving at the top, Luke finally sees his opponent. It was a short ugly man. Presently, his expression seems unsightly and looks scared a little.

Scared?

Luke then remembered how all of a sudden people knew he was Alex's replica.

'Maybe this guy in front of him also heard that news and felt terrified a little.' Luke concluded as he began to activated the examine skill.

<Examination Succesfull>

<Raigor Ter>

<Age: 20>

<Race: Human>

<Ability: Tremor Punch>

'Tremor Punch? Let me taste that power by myself!'

"This ain't going easy." Aisyl bit his lips as he watched the tension between Luke and Raigor grew stronger.

"So, where's your friend?" A woman with wavy blonde hair asked. Her eyes were a pretty green like a gem. Her figure was seductively perfect that the male around her couldn't focus on the match and occasionally peeked at her.

"See, I already told you to change your appearance. But what did you answer before? Now everyone is looking at us." Aisyl facepalmed and distanced his body from the blonde woman.

"Why should I trouble myself for them? It's their fault to be horny! Hey, you haven't answered my question earlier!" The blonde woman rebuked sharply, making the male around her dumbfounded by her dirty words. They didn't expect such a girl would talk frankly like that.

"Sssh!! Don't make a scene right now. My friend is in Arena 1." Aisyl quickly replied and pointed at where Luke and Raigor stood facing each other.

"So, which one?" The blonde asked before swiftly added, "No, no. Let me just guess it. It must be not the shorty one because he's doesn't fit your taste at all. Hence, your friend should be the other one, right?"

With a red face, Aisyl replied, "Yes, but why when you said it, it sounds dirty?"

"What dirty? Taste? Every man's fluid does taste the same, though."

"Stop! Stop! Let's just focus on the match!!"

...

"The rules are simple. You can fight with no worry as I will interfere when a dangerous situation occurs. The fighter can also concede if he wasn't in a condition to continue the match. I will judge if one side couldn't stand fighting anymore. The preparation time is one minute. You can start your preparation now." The referee stated as he began to set the timer on his watch.

"I didn't expect that you were actually that so-called Alex's replica." Raigor initiates a conversation.

"I also didn't expect I'll get such a lame nickname." Luke shrugged his shoulders.

"Haha, if Alex heard what you said just now, he'll be probably enraged." Raigor laughed amusedly and started adjusting his stance, "Then, I shall experience Alex's replica power."

Before Luke able to reply, the referee glanced at both of them before swung his hand from the air and spoke, "Begin!"

As soon as the referee stated, Luke saw Raigor dashing at him at rapid speed. With his accumulated strength, Raigor thrust his right fist forward like a spear, cutting through the air.

Luke planned to raise his stat points by engaging in a bitter fight; hence, he chose not to use his skill and tried to fight Raigor firstly with only his physical strength. By relying on his physical, Luke shook his arm and threw his left fist onto the Rigour thrust.

Bam! A blunt sound came from their flesh clash.

Luke felt his body began vibrating as if tiny bombs were exploded within his body. Even so, Luke still felt can continue along and start threw another punch with his right hand.

Bam! Their hands collided with each other, and this time, Luke felt a bitter taste began rising onto his throat. Realizing it was his blood, Luke eventually had to resort to another method.

While their hand still hanging on the mid-air, Luke twisted his hips sideways and threw a whip-kick toward Raigor's neck.

Raigor avoids it easily by moving his body backward and started retaliating by launching another attack.

Soon, they exchanged a few times physical contact. Luke sense that his blood began rising bit by bit, and if he dragged this battle any longer, his condition would definitely worsen.

With that thought, Luke activated his skill.

"Time Manipulation: Double Accel!"

Like a snake, Luke maneuvered agilely toward Raigor's back. In slow motion, Luke saw Raigor moving his elbow backward with an intention stopped Luke assault. Nevertheless, Luke managed to evade it easily by his Double Accel and almost succeeded in knocking Raigor's neck when Luke feels an uncontrollable urge to cough.

*Cough*

Luke stopped his movement and started coughing blood badly. Due to his cough, his Double Accel skill got unactivated, and time began to move normally again. Raigor, who wasn't wanted to miss this opportunity, quickly turned around and promptly punched his fist.

Recovered from his state, Luke didn't hesitate to let out a chant, "Control!"

Raigor's fist immediately went stuck in the mid-air as if being stopped by a mysterious power.

The spectator was gaped at how fast and easy it looks for Luke to turn the table around.

As soon as Luke saw Rigour's arm halted in the air. He approached the hanging arm and grasped it with both hands before he turned his body around as his back touched against Rigour's chest. Before the spectators understand what is happening, they saw Luke threw Raigor's body like a shack passing by his body.

*Bang*

Raigor's body immediately touched the floor harshly as the crack began formed. Luke raised his foot and placed it over Raigor's forehead.

Taking a look at their condition, the referee called the result, "Round one. Luke Lewis won!"

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