Chapter 90: Exposure
“Huh?!” The burly man, covered in blood splatters from his own arm, felt no pain but was astonished by the opponent’s speed. He slowly withdrew his fist, while Tyr made no further attack, simply saying, “Besides you, everyone who cut in line goes behind me.”
“Hehe, hahaha, little brat, no one dares to oppose the Blue Sky Society here. You’d better think carefully for yourself.” The burly man, despite the blood flowing from his hand, sneered at his opponent. Unfortunately, Tyr was not one to act without foresight.
“I’ll say it again, go to the back, don’t waste my time.”
As soon as the words left the burly man’s mouth, Tyr’s finger formed a sword and swung towards him. The terrifying sword intent suddenly emerged, causing the previously smug giant to gulp silently. He wondered, could this kid really not fear their Blue Sky Society?
In that case, there were only two possibilities for such a person: either a fool with courage but no strategy, or someone with the power to rival the Blue Sky Society.
Leaving aside the possibility of courage without strategy, if this person truly had the power to challenge the Blue Sky Society, then someone as reckless as him would undoubtedly become a sacrificial pawn in negotiations between the two forces. The outcome would naturally not be favorable.
That means there’s a fifty percent chance he’ll be doomed, when all he has to do is swallow his pride and act like nothing happened.
Haha, hahaha.
“I just love hitting dumbasses like you.” The burly man felt excited. Having struggled in the Magic District for so long, how could he be afraid to act because of some probability issue? Fifty percent chance? As long as he’s displeased, ninety-nine percent won’t matter.
The burly man’s momentum surged, and behind him, the phantom of a mantis seemed to appear. In the next moment, fists like a storm descended: “Fist Art, Mantis Rain.”
Tyr raised an eyebrow, dodging the countless huge fists like a downpour, nodding in acknowledgment.
This move still had some semblance, but unfortunately, it was different from Dragon Slayer’s “Power to Break Ten Thousand Techniques.” It was too flashy. Although it looked imposing for such a big guy to unleash a seemingly endless barrage of fists, overall, it was just flashy on the surface. In reality, it was all show and no substance. It might work against lower-level opponents or those of similar rank, but when faced with a monster like Tyr, it was a different story.
While the burly man was throwing punches, Tyr casually pulled down his belt, and the opponent, engrossed in the fight, was oblivious.
All things can be utilized.
With the assistance of this auxiliary martial technique, the belt suddenly tightened straight, lifted by Tyr like a sword.
With one strike, a terrifying scar was left on the burly man’s hands, but he paid it no mind, laughing heartily as his fists struck once more.
Tyr couldn’t help but be surprised; he hadn’t expected the man to be so ruthless.
Seeing their leader in a disadvantageous position, those behind the burly man immediately wanted to step forward to help, but they were stopped in their tracks by his loud command, “Step back, this is my prey.”
“Prey?” That’s quite the attitude. Tyr didn’t want to waste any more time with the opponent either. With a step and a twist, he moved back several meters.
Then, Tyr held the taut belt in a stance, just like a peerless swordsman, and the sword energy emanated from his body as if it were tangible.
Heavenly Sword, One Heart: First Form.
When Claude saw this stance, hidden in the corner, his pupils gradually contracted. His head buzzed, and blankness overtook all his thoughts.
Noticing the unusual expressions of Constantine and Kagura Xiaoqi, they exchanged glances, unclear why the other party had such a significant reaction when seeing Tyr perform his sword skills.
While others were unaware, Claude was well aware because he had seen this form before.
The master who once used this technique was the champion of the Magical Girl Contest at that time, Yuehai.
Claude had collaborated with Yuehai for some time before the Magic Girl Contest. Actually, even back then, Claude had vaguely sensed that Yuehai was practicing a sword technique, and it was exceptionally exquisite.
It was also during that time that Claude felt a sense of incongruity.
He confided this sense of incongruity to Grandfather Laogeri, but received no response. Furthermore, Laogeri solemnly warned him not to tell Duke Falexis about it. Thus, Claude temporarily set aside this thought. Later, during the Magic Girl Contest, Yuehai officially showcased this form. Afterward, Yuehai privately requested him to keep it a secret. From this point, Claude felt that something was amiss.
Although Tyr had used the second and third forms of Heavenly Sword One Heart before, he never used the first form. Claude initially thought it was some kind of forbidden technique, but now everything suddenly became clear.
Claude’s eyes gradually turned cold, his heart aching.
He had been deceived.
Yuehai might not have known due to her amnesia, but Tyr should have recognized her. Otherwise, both of them wouldn’t have known Heavenly Sword One Heart. Even if it’s said to be from some school of swordsmanship, and both coincidentally learned it from different people, even if we assume such a coincidence, why would Tyr specifically conceal his first form? He never used it in front of his acquaintances like Claude and Leia, but he freely unleashed it when there were no familiar faces around.
What else could it be if not a guilty conscience!
Claude now wished to rush out and grab Tyr by the collar to question him, but a moment of rationality overcame his impulse.
It wouldn’t be appropriate in his current state.
Claude muttered to himself as he watched Tyr’s stance, “Who has a recording stone?”
“What?” Constantine didn’t catch the other’s words clearly, but Claude was exceptionally agitated, glaring at Constantine with wide eyes. “I asked if you have a recording stone! Are you deaf?”
Startled by Claude’s terrifying aura, Constantine immediately took out the recording stone from his storage ring.
Claude grabbed it and immediately started recording Tyr.
Kagura Xiaoqi felt puzzled and furrowed his brows, asking Constantine beside him, “What’s wrong with him?”
“Well… I don’t know. We’ve never seen Claude get angry before, and the reason for his anger is also beyond comprehension.”
The two shrugged helplessly, unable to understand why Claude had suddenly changed his demeanor.
“Ah~ Why do we even have to clean the windowsills? Who came up with the idea of having windowsills in the first place?!” Neruko complained in frustration, holding a cleaning stick in her hand.
“And it’s so hot! How can July be this hot?! Oh, mighty Almighty, please make the sky cloudy soon! It would be even better if it rained again, preferably for another half month, or even better…”
“Hurry up and clean! Do you still want to help?!” Damiyala’s warning prompted Neruko to quickly stick out her tongue. Meanwhile, as Ye Xi wiped the window glass in another direction of the room, her face was touched by a chill. She looked up at the sky.
Dark clouds gradually gathered, enveloping the entire Avalon Academy, or perhaps the entire autonomous region.
The sky seemed to press down, causing a feeling of oppression in the chest, and the temperature dropped accordingly.
At this moment, pedestrians on the street began to search for places to take cover one after another. Ye Xi’s eyes, resembling rubies, squinted slightly as she muttered to herself.
“It’s raining.”
