Suddenly, Jeben punched a student in the face and he got knocked out.
The audience gasped and cheered to that, and Class A started to focus their attack on Jeben.
"Protect Jeben!"
As the battle progressed Class A knocked someone from Class F.
Both classes were evenly matched.
The fight went on for hours, and round after round came to pass until the 8th round where Jeben was the only one standing left against one student from Class A.
Both of them were covered in wounds and blood from all the punching, kicking, biting, and pulling. His clothes were torn with holes, and his skin were scraped a couple of times.
"What is your name," the student asked.
"Jeben. What about you?"
The student smiled. "My name is Bosk."
They both smiled as the battle began and calmly approached each other.
The audience couldn't wait to see the result of this battle. Both classes had fought for hours, and now they were down to the last man.
Even the host did not say anything and let the students look at each other for a few seconds.
Suddenly, bosk charged forward and grabbed Jeben's collar. Jeben camly smiled. He had sparred with his friends numerous times. For the entire 3 months, when the school was over, he stayed at school to spar and train, so being grabbed by the collar was not a surprising thing to him, and he already knew how to counter it.
Bosk pulled him with his weight. This was expected. Jeben knew that Bosk wanted to throw his balance off and slam him to the ground.
Knowing this, Jeben stepped forward and wrapped his hand around Bosk. This shocked Bosk, because he had never went through this situation before. So he continued what he was doing, but it was too late.
Jeben pulled Bosk's neck, and then kneed his abdoment. The impact knocked the wind out of him, and Jeben used that opportunity to perform a punch on the man's jaw, making him fall to the ground.
The audience widened their eyes in silence. Even the host was silent as well, looking shocked.
After a few seconds, they all erupted in an explosive cheer. The cheer was so loud that Jeben's eardrum shook from hearing it. The people outside the school wondered what the noise was because it was so loud.
"Class F!"
"Class F!"
"Class F!"
"Class F!"
The audience ran to the stage and lifted him up before throwing him into the air. Soon, the people also lifted the other Class F students and heaved them up and down.
They were all shocked at the result. Some of them doubted Class F would win, and supported Class A through the competition, but when Jeben won, they couldn't help but congratulate him.
At this moment, Bravar appeared in the sky, and looked at the winner.
"Congratulation on your victory."
The students bowed. "Thank you, headmaster."
"What would you like to be your reward? I am sure you have thought of it beforehand?"
Aldred showed a confused expression.
"Master, when the class wins, they can ask anything from the headmaster," Jeben explained.
"I see. What do you guys want?"
"To be honest we haven't discussed anything yet. We are too focused on training."
"Well, you can decide now, I can wait," Bravar said.
Jeben and the class discussed it for a few minutes, then Jeben turned to the headmaster.
"Headmaster, our victory is earned with our own blood and sweat, but we would never have reached this point if not for Master Aldred, so can you give this reward to him?"
The onlookers looked at the students in a different light. Usually the students would ask something for themselves and not thinking about the teachers that brought them to victory. It was nice seeing something different this time.
"Are you sure about this?" Bravar asked.
The students nodded.
Bravar then turned to Aldred. "What would you like your reward to be?"
"I don't really have anything in mind."
"In that case, why don't I give you this pill." Bravar waved his hand, and a small glowing, blue pill appeared in the air, floating towards him.
Aldred activated his godly eyes.
[Pill of Attributes]
Increase your attributes significantly.
"This is nice. I will take this, headmaster."
"That's not all." Bravar waved his hand, and dozens of pill appeared.
[Pill of Senses]
[Pill of Agility]
[Pill of Intellect]
[Pill of Battle]
[Pill of Life]
Aldred consumed all the pills, and his attributes increased.
[Health Point increased 2,132 -> 3,419]
[Strength increased 256 -> 292]
[Vitality increased 298 -> 348]
[Intelligence increased 544 -> 620]
[Dexterity increased 181 -> 273]
Aldred checked his status.
[Aldred]
Health Points: 3,669/3,669
Level: 75
Titles: Tough Boy
Power:
-Fire Manipulation (Click to show the list of skills)
-Water Manipulation (Click to show the list of skills)
-Shape Shift Lv. 1 (Click to show the list of morphs)
-Racial Ability (Click to show the list of racial abilities)
-Sword Art (Click to show the list of Sword Art)
Attributes:
-Strength: 292
-Vitality: 348
-Intelligence: 620
-Dexterity: 273
Stat points: 24
Skill points: 24
'Not bad. Hmm. Let's use the stat points towards intelligence.'
-Intelligence: 644
A powerful refreshing energy circled around his head, and Aldred felt like his spells all increased in damage. Even his sword skill increased in damage, because they didn't only deal physical damage, but magical damage as well.
'Now for skill points… where should I put them in. Hmm. Magical Construct seemed good.'
Aldred had been informed by Tarrar that a lot of his rival sold powerful Magical Constructs such as gravity pillars, weakening pillars, or even small wards that could turn the landscape into a swamp. Basically, Magical Construct let him create a treasure with various abilities. He could do that, but its potency was still weak because he didn't have enough skill.
If he improved this, his golems could use it in the battlefield for large area-of-effect weapons, and he could even sell it for a large sum of money.
'This is such a good idea.'
