Dark Magus Returns

A battle with Lisa, from the Lethal Bite Clan, was continuing on. She thought it was going to be an incredibly easy fight, but it was actually proving extremely difficult for her.

Unlike the others, her clan didn't focus on using a sword, and her skills were more related to the fist. That's why she was getting frustrated. Perhaps to the others watching on the side, they thought she was taking it easy, but she had been hitting Simyon with full force all over his body.

His back, his thigh, his shoulders, his chest—she had even hit his head a couple of times, and yet no matter what, this person wouldn't fall. However, the damage could be seen accumulating. Simyon's face was starting to swell slightly, and he could feel his body sore all over.

"Why are you just standing there? You aren't even fighting properly, so just give up!" Lisa shouted. She wasn't losing the fight by any means. She had yet to get hit, despite Liam doing all the attacking; it was easy for her to avoid. The whole situation was embarrassing. How could she not take down a Blue headband with several hits?

"This is a chance for me as well!" Lisa thought as she went in again. Simyon had hunkered down and, focusing her Qi, she threw a punch from below, like an uppercut. The fist broke through, pushing Simyon's arms to the side and hitting him right in the head. It flung backward, small pieces of blood coming from his lips. He wobbled for a bit but continued standing. Seeing this, Lisa wanted to follow up and charged in again.

"With Ossep being taken out, this is a chance for me to solidify that the Lethal Bite Clan's position is even higher than that of the Moon Shield!" Lisa thought.

When she got close, Liam seemed to have come out right behind her, swinging his sword in a seemingly random motion, performing the elephant strike again. It was unpredictable as to where the strike was going to land, but Lisa was too fast and managed to jump back and avoid the strike.

'Crap, the same thing keeps happening again and again,' Lisa thought. 'I know that the Blue headband kid won't go down with one hit, but I can't follow up with more strikes since this one keeps getting in the way.'

There were other thoughts in her mind, thinking if only this was a fair fight, or if she just went up against one of them instead of two, but these things would have been ridiculous to think of before she had started the match.

"Can you stop missing already?" Simyon said, his mouth sounding as if it was full of nuts, but it was just due to it being cut up and swollen. Each time he had been hit in the face, his teeth would cut the inside of his mouth.

"Do you think I'm trying to miss?" Liam shouted back. "My body is hurting each time I swing this damn sword. If you want, I can just let her beat you up and be done with this fight."

Huffing and panting, Liam was trying to desperately fight through his pain to attack. He would have given up if it was his own fight, but seeing Simyon bearing through all of the attacks, getting hurt even worse than when he fought Ricktor, he felt like he needed to help however he could.

Liam continued to strike and was following up with another attack of the sword, and that's when Lisa realized that he had gone a little too far away from Simyon.

"If I can't take you out together, then I'll just have to take you out one by one!" Lisa grabbed onto the wooden sword. In a real situation, she wouldn't have been able to do this, and it had come as a surprise to Liam. She then yanked on it, pulling with her strength, and with a fist, she hit Liam right in the face. His body spun in the air, flipping until he crashed on the floor. He wasn't quite sure if he would be able to fight again.

"That damn B*tch, that was quite cheap," Liam mumbled, blood oozing from him. Frustrated, he threw the sword behind him, hoping to hit Lisa in any way possible, but it just skidded across the floor as she was already heading toward Simyon.

When Lisa was close this time, Simyon had some time to see her coming at him, and he decided to use the two-step shift. He shifted forward and threw out a punch but had completely missed.

'Ah, that's right. I might be able to take the hit, but what an idiot am I to think that I would be able to land something on a Red headband!' Simyon thought in those moments as he saw the fist hit him right in the face.

His head swung back, but Simyon stayed strong on his feet. This time, Lisa was able to follow up and struck him in the stomach; she hit him on the side, and she continued to deliver blow after blow. Loud bangs were heard through the arena with each hit. It was causing the other students to squint as they imagined they could feel Simyon's pain, yet somehow he was still standing.

"Does he have to keep standing? Why does he keep standing?" one of the Blue headband students said.

"I mean, it's clear he's lost this fight. There's no way he can win by just standing there, so why is he still standing?"

"Well, if he keeps her busy, it gives time for the others to fight, right? So he is doing something, and I hate to say it, but I think it's kinda cool." The student said the last line quietly to himself, but many of them had the same feeling.

With each hit, they could still see Simyon standing, and while he was taking multiple hits, there was a slight smile that appeared on his face.

'I took a beating for the last month, every day, from Pink. He had big hands, and his hits were hard,' Simyon thought. 'That's all I did, and when I wanted to give up, he continued to hit me, pushing me past my limit.'

"Why!" Lisa shouted as she threw another punch, hitting Simyon right on his chin. His head lifted back, but he quickly threw it down and stared right at Lisa. "Why won't you fall!"

Simyon let out a little chuckle as he remembered something, something Raze had said, and maybe this was the right time for him to use it.

"You know, for some reason, you're a lot less scarier than him," Simyon commented. Thinking about this, the image in his head was Pink hitting him. While Simyon could feel that Lisa was hitting him with all her might, it felt like Pink had never done so once.

Frustrated, Lisa charged up the Qi in both of her fists and placed them by her waist. Her knuckles were sore from everything so far, the skin slightly grazed.

"I'm going to end this!" Lisa shouted, throwing her fists out. Simyon lifted his hand and placed it right by his dark earring, rubbing the bottom of it. 'You told me when there's trouble, to use this,' Simyon thought, and a flicker of dark magic surrounded the earring.