Chapter 448 The Special Trio
Gunther, being a middle-stage warrior, could sense Qi better than the others in the area, and even though he could see what was happening, he was still having a hard time believing it.
Not only was a statue moving by itself, but even more so, it had Qi to match up to a higher-stage warrior. Perhaps the stone statue had even more Qi than him.
The one thing he did know was that it was on their side, and just maybe with the three of them, they would be able to best the Principal.
"Are you sure that statue can hold up?" Gunther asked as he was channeling his Qi through his weapons.
The Qi was turning into visual Qi, and even as he moved through the air, droplets of water looked to be coming off from his weapons.
"That thing is the strongest one of us here; if it can't, then we'll all be dead anyway!" Dame answered.
His words weren't lies based on what he knew. The statue got stronger as those whose blood was used on the statue to create it.
After the other main disciples had died, new blood was put into the statue; one of those was Dame himself, and the other was Raze.
The other trait of the statue was that if those whose blood was marked got stronger, then in turn, the statue would get stronger as well.
The statue in front of them had the mighty power of high initial stage warriors, and the skills of them as well.
"Attack him!" Dame shouted.
The statue wasn't listening to Dame's response, but happened to, at the same time, pull its fist and used another technique of the Erupting Fist Clan.
It twisted its fist, and as it went through the air, it sounded like a volcano was erupting. The other students' bodies were shaking as they were looking at what was happening.
At the same time, Gunther swung both of his swords from above, and his visual Qi made it look like a waterfall was crashing down.
Then there was Dame, who with the strength of his item, gathered all of his Qi to one point to deliver a devastating attack.
All three of these attacks were to hit the Principal at the same time. As they clashed, the mass amount of Qi created a ripple in the air.
It was floating, and the air was distorted. As the Qi passed the bodies of those on the ground, they felt even more sick and overwhelmed; they were finding it hard to breathe.
The good thing was, it had only lasted a moment, and when they looked up to see the outcome of all three of their attacks, their hearts skipped a beat.
"This man… can he even be stopped!" Mada claimed.
The Dark Qi Murkel was using, that was spread in the area, was still encasing the floor, reaching the students, making it so they didn't get up.
But then, not moving from his spot, his visual Qi alone had created two waves of just pure energy next to him. One had stopped the punch from Dame; the other had stopped the blade strike from Gunther.
'He stopped it, with just his Qi alone, he didn't even use his body!' Dame thought. 'This isn't right… I heard the rumors about his strength, but I thought it was exaggerated; this man right here, he might be as strong as my father.'
If he knew that, then Dame would have never tried to do such a thing. Even with Raze, he thought it would be an instant loss.
There was one strike, though, that Murkel had stopped with his hands; it was the other fist from the statue.
"Your strike was the most threatening; it appears that our clan's attacks are the strongest." Murkel shoved his hands ever so slightly, in one go.
He moved the statue's fist maybe a centimeter, but with that movement, something odd had occurred. Cracks were appearing in the statue; they were breaking all over the statue, until it completely cracked, falling into nothing but rubble.
Dame looked at the statue; his attacks didn't work, the statue was done for. As he said before, it meant that it was the end for them.
Immediately after the attack was done for, the Principal turned to Gunther and placed his hand on the blade and then pushed him away.
Gunther went flying until he crashed into a tree. "You should stay at the academy and know your place; you're lucky you're part of the Flowing Force Clan," Murkel commented.
Right after that, he grabbed Dame's fist; everything felt like it was going in super speed for Dame; he was unable to do anything at all.
Before he knew it, he had been slammed onto the floor, and Murkel's foot was right on his chest. Qi was oozing out from the bottom of it, surprising him to the point where he was unable to do anything just like the others.
"You Demonic Faction scum, coming here right under our noses! This is unacceptable. Remember you came into our territory so I have every right to kill you as I please," Murkel commented.
"Get… your foot… off him!" A voice said from his side.
When Murkel turned around, he was quite surprised. Even though his Qi was running rampant, surprising all of the students, there were three of them that had managed to stand up.
It wasn't the main disciples, like he would have expected either, or those that were the highest stages.
Instead, it was the two no-names, and the one with the eye patch.
"Why… would you three be able to stand up, under these circumstances, how can that be?" Murkel raised a curious eyebrow.
For each of them, they had their own set of unique circumstances that had allowed them. Safa had realized that she could gather the light magic around her body.
Doing so allowed her to resist the Qi that was suffocating her. Now she stood up well, but whether she could fight or not against the Principal was another story, but she just wanted to help.
Then there was Liam; for him, his special System that he had obtained had managed to figure him out. It gave him a message, stating that it could help find a way to make it easier for him to get through this.
The cells in his body, it stopped them from reacting to the Qi, and now he was fine since the Qi wasn't directly attacking him, and he could stand.
Then there was the last one, Simyon. As he stood, his legs were shaking, his body still felt strange. The power was suppressing him.
However, he had forced himself; he had been through so many trials, so much pain, that he was getting used to resisting against things he didn't want to do.
The pain of when he had to suffer with no sleep, food, or water. The pain that he had to suffer to make his body grow stronger and stronger every day.
All of that was nothing compared to some Qi. Forcing himself, he stood through it and was on his two feet.
"I told you already, I quit this academy, and I'm going to get out of here no matter what!" Simyon stated.
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