’Wait a minute, how did she do that?’ He was just staring at her.
Slash...
Doom.
Ohta turned to his left arm.
It was on the floor. Cut from the shoulder down.
His eyes widened in shock. ’When did she...?’
He had not even seen it when it happened. No, he had not seen her do anything.
Ohta had experienced mana before.
The way his clan members used it was more covert.
The way Haruto used it was more explosive.
But Wu ying.
No. She was different. And this difference was the understanding that mana could reveal itself in so many ways.
It was no wonder many students in his class were confident of winning a fight as long as mana was involved.
Seeing Ohta suddenly freeze, many students in the class sneered.
"Stupid fool. Do you think so lightly of mana?"
"Yeah. Are all demonic cult members so stupid? And to doubt Wu ying’s mana of all things." Another added.
Miss Carol turned to that student with a stern look. "I said not to make baseless accusations in my class."
"Sorry, Miss Carol." They bowed their head in apology.
Miss Carol merely rolled her eyes, staring back at the battle.
’Do not disappoint me, Ohta. These children need to understand how power truly works.’
Meanwhile, Ohta looked at his arm. It was gone.
His mind defaulted to panic.
But his experiences in life made him get his composure, nearly as quickly as he lost it.
"Such a demeanor." Wu ying’s voice came. Playful. Echoing all around him.
"Even after taking your arm, you are not shaken. Maybe I should have aimed for your third leg instead." She giggled hauntingly.
Many boys tightened their legs in fear of those words.
Ohta’s arm was gone.
Miss Carol had said not to kill. She said nothing about cutting off limbs.
Wu ying was finding holes within the rules. And she was really good at taking advantage of them.
And then came pain?
It was visceral. It was...
’Wait a minute...’ Ohta’s gaze sharpened and then he turned firing two shots.
Boom boom.
Bullets met needle in the air.
Clank clank... metallic sound of iron meeting iron went out.
Ohta frowned.
That was two attacks from Wu ying, and one attack from him.
Each person was allowed a total of three.
Ohta had two left. While it seemed that his attacks were more, and he was winning, he was not.
At least, he did not think he was.
No, looking at the other students expressions, he could tell.
He was not winning.
Wu ying only had one more attack.
She would not let it go to waste.
Considering that he could not even see her, this was a different kind of headache.
The only reason he had blocked the previous attack was because he had felt her killing intent through his aura tracker.
Wait a minute.
Ohta felt like face palming.
What the hell was he doing?
He was thinking like a mana user. Then again, that was how he had been thought to fight all of this life.
But did he have to do it that way?
No.
Because he was a King Aura user.
[Host has acquired a deeper understanding of the King Aura on his own]
[What a man thinks he is, is what his hands shall produce. Think like a king and you work like one]
[+2 KP]
[Host has 47KP]
Ohta’s King aura core suddenly began spinning within him.
Ohta closed his eyes.
"What is he doing?" The students muttered.
"Is that not a bad idea? Who the hell closes their eyes in a fight? Does he want to die that badly?"
"Oh... he is so cooked. Wu ying will turn him to sleeves."
But Ohta thought differently.
’I have been trying to search for her with my eyes alone. No, I shouldn’t do that. If this room has pressure on me, and I on it, then...’ he opened his eyes
"This is my TERRITORY." Ohta turned, "and I am king here."
He turned in a certain direction. "Got you!"
Wu ying was shocked. But Ohta was already on the move.
Mirage step...
He created three after images as he moved, raising his gun up.
He shot.
Once.
Wu ying raised her right hand, blocking the billet with her sleeve.
It was just as Ohta suspected. Everything she carried was a weapon.
"Just because you were able to find me," she giggled, raising her shielded head from her raised sleeve. "You think a mere bullet can..."
"Got you."
Her eyes met with Ohta’s. He was right in front of her, separated by a few inches.
’He is too close.’ She panicked, left hand attacking with a long needle headed for Ohta’s temple.
But the most amazing thing happened.
His left arm moved.
’Impossible’ she thought, as the attacked for her head.
This close, dodging and blocking were possible.
However.
Zrrrrrhhhh...
An unnatural killing intent gripped her completely.
Ohta’s eyes had flashed a quick red.
For a brief second, the class... no, the world was filled with crimson...
Blood.
Intense fear gripped her heart and instead of dodging as intended, her fingers moved to strike.
"STOP!" Miss Carol screamed. "That’s the fourth attack Wu ying."
The needle stopped an inch from Ohta’s face.
Ohta cracked a side smile. "I won."
He took a step back.
Wu ying was left surprised, falling on her knees.
She was speechless... "How... how..."
Ohta paused. He turned to her, "it was simple. You were scared."
Ohta concluded.
Haruto frowned. ’Scared? Did he just say scared?’
In Haruto’s mind, that was a very funny way to conclude things.
But he was not the only one amused.
Miss Carol was the same.
’Wu ying, a descendant of Yu Ji from the Romance of the three kingdoms. Once a renowned Taoist whose descendants learnt to mold mana in the most unusual of ways.
Because of their Taoist origins, their understanding of perception is incredible. That was why Wu ying was able to move so fast, seeming like she disappeared, but that’s the least...