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Chapter 20: Gold Medal Sparring Partner (Part 2)

Ashura staggered back to the dorm and plopped down on a chair in the common room.

Inside, Boss Jin Ze and Second Brother Arthur stared in shock at Ashura’s swollen, misshapen face.

Second Brother Arthur immediately roared, “Third Brother, which bastard beat you up like this? Does he think there are no rules anymore?”

“Tell me who it was; I’ll avenge you, I’ll duel him in the arena!”

As he spoke, Arthur jumped up and stormed toward the door, and Ashura was deeply moved by the gesture… this was what a real brother did.

With tears in his eyes he shouted at the departing Arthur, “Second Brother, avenge me, the one who hit me is a red-haired girl from Warrior Class 8!”

“Her name’s Magina… yes, Magina… she’s tall and easy to spot, give her a good beating, she went way too far!”

Ashura was still venting his grievance when Arthur, hand already on the doorknob, suddenly froze and turned back to ask, “What did you say her name was? It’s a girl?”

Ashura, aggrieved, replied, “Magina… she’s fiercer than any man, swinging a sword taller than herself, she hit hard, look at how my eyes are swollen.”

“And be careful, Second Brother, after beating me she even advanced a minor realm… unbelievable… but I doubt she’s your match…”

Ashura kept chattering, but Arthur shrank his neck and slunk back to his seat.

Ashura looked at his newly acknowledged second brother in confusion, but before he could say anything.

Arthur said nervously, “Third Brother, I may not be able to help you; first, she’s my aunt’s daughter, we’re relatives.”

“Second… well… I’ve never been able to beat her since we were kids, and now that she’s broken through again, I’ll probably end up looking just like you, so…”

Ashura fell silent after hearing that, and Boss Jin Ze had no idea what to say either.

The atmosphere turned awkward.

Suddenly the door burst open and Fourth Brother Angelo rushed in, calling out, “Big news, big news, I heard a Magician went to the training field today asking to be beaten up!”

“He insisted on being the sparring partner of campus beauty ranking No. 5, Magina, and after she thrashed him she actually advanced a realm… tell me that’s not hilarious, haha…”

Angelo enthusiastically shared the hottest rumor he had dug up on campus.

But he sensed something was off in the lounge; Jin Ze and Arthur were staring awkwardly at Third Brother Ashura.

Ashura finally realized why the name Magina sounded familiar… she was on the beauty list Fourth Brother had announced yesterday.

“How did my beating get out? How am I supposed to survive on campus now?”

Ashura let out a bitter roar and dashed into his room, and Jin Ze and Arthur immediately knocked anxiously to console him.

When the door stayed closed, they had no choice but to go downstairs in frustration.

Angelo, clueless about what had happened, asked, “Third Brother, what’s wrong, why is he so worked up?”

Boss Jin Ze patted his shoulder and said, “The protagonist of that story you told… is Third Brother himself.”

This time it was Angelo’s turn to be petrified; after a long pause he whispered, “Should I tell him someone has put a 200-credit bounty on beating him up to see if it boosts their realm?”

Jin Ze…

Arthur…

Inside the room, the more Ashura thought about it the angrier he grew, but in the end he sighed and blamed his own lack of strength.

After that he reviewed the entire fight in his mind and summed up his gains and losses.

Finally, rubbing his aching backside, he sat on the bed and began to meditate; if he wanted to catch up with the others he had to seize every second, so since he could not understand the Magic lectures he would start with basic meditation.

Early the next morning in Classroom 13 of the Magic School, Clara sat down at her desk and grew annoyed when she saw the empty seat beside her.

Just then a handsome Magician from another class walked over and said, “Beautiful Magician, may I sit in this empty seat to audit the lecture?”

After speaking he even shook his freshly styled hair, and Kyle, sitting nearby, tensed up at once.

But Clara did not even look up at him and said coolly, “This seat is taken.”

The handsome Magician froze, still trying to think of a line, when Clara raised her voice, “Didn’t I make myself clear? The seat is taken!”

His face went from green to white as he listened to the classmates whispering around him, and at last he clenched his teeth and slunk out of the room.

Class monitor Kyle felt the whole world brighten and thought, “My goddess still cares about me… she turned him down for my sake!”

At that very moment Ashura was sneaking along the opposite side of the training field where Class 8 used to line up, determined not to attend their class today even if it killed him.

He had decided last night that at the Magic School he would only attend the basic classes he could understand.

For any advanced Magic-skill class he would cut and come to the Warrior School to train instead.

The first two periods today happened to be Magic-skill classes, so he had headed for the training field.

He saw a large class lined up waiting for their instructor, confirmed they weren’t from Class 8, and calmly took a place at the edge of the formation.

The students of this Warrior class all looked at him in puzzlement.

Ashura flashed his most charming smile and said, “Um, I’m here to join your Warrior class for a period, is that okay?”

“No problem, you’re very welcome… who would turn away a gold medal sparring partner?” a teasing baritone sounded behind him.

Ashura stiffly turned his head and saw the middle-aged pretty-boy Instructor Enge smiling warmly at him.

He wanted to die, but forced a stiff smile and said, “Morning, Instructor Enge, you should hurry to Class 8; I’m fine taking class here, you don’t have to bother with me.”

Instructor Enge laughed heartily for quite a while before stopping.

Stroking his goatee he said, “I’m teaching the first two periods in this class today… this is Class 7, and I’m covering their Martial Techniques lesson as well.”

Without thinking Ashura spun around to flee, only to be grabbed by the collar by a big hand and dragged back.

Instructor Enge tossed Ashura back into the ranks, gave him a warning look, and started the lesson.

Having no choice, Ashura followed the class, and the more he listened the more engrossed he became, thinking the old man’s character might be dubious but his teaching was top-notch.

Every time Instructor Enge demonstrated a Martial Technique, he would call Ashura up as his partner, and although Ashura took a few hits he did not mind.

Deep down he did not resent the practice, because it let him grasp the movements more thoroughly.

But the good times did not last; in the second period Instructor Enge arranged paired sparring again.

Ashura glanced around and breathed a sigh of relief… there was no red-haired witch in this class.

But Instructor Enge called out with a beaming smile, “Lan Yu, I’ve got you a gold medal sparring partner; yesterday Class 8’s Magina smacked this kid around and leveled up!”

“Make the most of it, haha! Ashura, stop hiding and get over here!”

Ashura felt black lines crawling over his forehead; he guessed the story Angelo had told yesterday had come from this old man.

The boy clenched his fists, his desire to grow stronger and beat up the old man burning brighter, though he still had no idea what level the man actually was.

Just as Ashura was lost in wild thoughts about how to get stronger, A pair of long, shapely legs stepped into his lowered field of vision…

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