Wilson became quiet for a second, "Who do I think will win the competition?"
"That’s a very… interesting question."
’Dude… We’re participating in it, it’s one of the most basic question a guy could ask anyone. Don’t make this more than it is.’ I look deadpanned at the guy who had his index finger on his chin and looked around the stadium while tapping it.
Then his eyes lit up and he said, "I believe there’s two people."
’Two people! Besides you, only two other was able to win the competition. That’s a freaky assumption, right there… is this guy really something else besides a dork?’ My suspicious eyes gazed at the guy in front of me who looked fascinated by the yellow butterfly that landed on his nose.
Then being him, he felt happy and tried to communicate with it. Unknown to him, it only frightened the butterfly and caused it to bite on Wilson’s nose making him cry out in pain.
’Hmm… Reality says hell nah but my ass thinks otherwise.’ Then I shrugged my shoulders and dropped the matter, ’Who cares, it was just a lucky guess.’
"So who are the two people that you think will win?"
At my question he pointed at the opposite site of the stadium. Looking at the guy, my eyes almost bulged out as I quickly looked back at Wilson.
The guy he was pointing at was Arthur… This was really suspicious, people.
"And who’s the other guy?" I ask and take a step back.
I swear if this guy points at Xavier than I WILL kill him.
"The other person is… You." He waited and caused a bit friction as he pointed at me.
"Me?" I raised my brows at him. This was surprising… not as surprising as it would have been if he had pointed Xavier but definitely a close one. "Why do you think that?"
"Because to me, you two are the strongest people in here."
I smiled. What he said wasn’t wrong, actually it was accurate. Arthur and I were the two people who were the strongest here.
For a second there I thought he might have been a future emigrant. If he was then he probably knows the same as I do and I definitely do not want someone who will fuck up my second biggest power.
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"That’s a nice compliment… but you’re wrong about that."
"Huh? I am?" He looked confused, as if he’s calculation shouldn’t have been wrong.
I nod, "Yes, because to me, the strongest here is none other than you. Even stronger than that guy."
He didn’t seem to take my word too seriously as he blushed and looked down while scratching his head, "O- Oh, you’re joking! I’m not that strong… especially not compared to your big muscles and tall stature." His final words seemed a bit… distinctive but I put it off as a compliment.
My words may seem like honey that was being used to trap someone. But in reality, I wasn’t far from the truth.
Wilson is very strong.
Not in his physical skill, no. But with a bow and arrow, he could pierce through a diamond far away with pinpoint accuracy.
Just imagine… Wilson standing atop a hill and below him stands an army of thousand soldiers, ready to charge. As long as Wilson had arrows and they were in range with him, Wilson would be able to slaughter them.
His speed with shooting arrows one after one was exceptionally fast. I am sure that in the book, it was said Wilson could shoot 20 arrows in just five seconds.
So to me, even if he wasn’t strong physically, his long range one shot kill was much more impressive than a guy pulling off a 1-ton heavy rock easily.
What could the 1-ton guy do against him? Even if he had a tough skin, just one sharp arrow from Wilson to his head and the guy would die.
"ATTENTION!"
A voice from the second floor stage came and broke me from my mind as both me and Wilson turned to it. At the stage stood three men. The one at the center was old whilst the two people behind him close to old, maybe in their 50’s.
The guy at the center coughed, "AGAIN ATTENTION!"
Hearing the old guy, everyone stopped talking and looked at them. Seeing the silence, the guy nodded before stepping back and letting the other two go front.
The guy from the left spoke first, "Hello everyone, I am Harold Graydol, one of the teachers from the Royal Academy." Then the next guy spoke.
"And I am Thomas Clayton, another teacher from the Royal Academy. Together we both congratulate everyone here for being able to arrive to the final test."
At his words, competitors and the spectators started clapping. The spectators excited to be here and the competitors happy by the fact that they were actually able come so far.
"What you have all done is nothing less than incredible." Harold said, "To not only have the courage to participate in this competition but to actually come so far is worthy of great praise."
"Be proud of yourselves."
Thomas spoke, "But even with achieving so much, you all must do something greater today… bigger than all the examinations from before." He stepped closer to the end, "Today you must fight here at this stadium and defeat not only one but all other contestants."
The cheers that were being created by the spectators vanished feeling the intensity oozing by the contestants.
The ones standing on the stadium looked ahead, hands clenched as they all steeled their minds for the fight ahead.
"You must not just defeat your enemies but even kill them if necessary… failure would not be acceptable." Harold spoke, "Because to others, failure means just another day but for you… it is death."
Then both of them started to speak one after another.
"Only one of you will win."
"Only one of you will live."
"Only one of you will make history."
"The only question is… Who will walk through steel and pain to write their names today."
Thomas backed away as Harold came forward and showed a silver pendant with a lions roaring drawn on it, "This is the pendant we of the Royal Academy give to our students… Now fight and claim this for yourselves."
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"POOOOH!"
With the end of his words, trumpets started sounding from all direction. Accompanying the trumpets were the people on the seats who screamed out in joy… ready to see carnage flow upon the stage below.
The contestants on the other hand were still a bit slow, they didn’t understand that the competition has already begun before one got stabbed in the gut.
I turn to Wilson, "Well…"
He gave an awkward smile, "I suppose we should fight."
"We don’t have to."
"Hmm?"
"I mean we don’t have to fight now." I smiled at his confused look, "We can just go our opposite ways."
Wilson’s face brightened up immediately, "Really! That’s good... I don’t want to lose so fast."
I laughed, "Haha, I’m sure I’ll see you towards the end of this shitty exam." I said, turning away and leaving him.
I walked at one corner of the stadium and sat down. Forgetting about what was happening around me for the moment.
The fight had long started and they were some causalities as well, but why should I get involved now? There was a big fight ahead of me anyway… might as well take some shut eye now.
"Hey Fat Bastard! Get up!"
I suppose not every plan goes as planned.