The battle royale continued for a few minutes. No one seemed to be holding back much at all.

Loud noises, odd explosions, abrupt clanging, and random projectiles were flying all over the place.

Tyr only watched in mesmerization.

“Psst.” Cyllia suddenly neared Tyr, pushing her large melons into his right shoulder.

Tyr paused, looking to the right slightly before letting out a steaming breath from his nose.

‘Damn.’ He mused, impressed, his nose slightly red.

“Crank and Misterel have had their arguments for as long as Hanzo has been a squad captain,” Cyllia said, forcing Tyr’s attention to be changed to the two fighting out there.

“Despite their differing looks, they were once partners… now, they fight each other at every chance they get.”

Out of nohwere, Crank’s body began to morph. It extended heavily in size, eventually turning into an entire elephant in the span of 5 seconds.

He had large ivory tusks, dark gray skin that was as thick as a bulletproof vest, and a trunk that could unroot trees with a single swing.

Tyr forgot all about the boobies that were mere feet from his face, distracted by the fight that was ensuing.

Misterel harrumped loudly as a large vine summoned beneath her feet and lifted her 10 feet above the ground.

More vines formed, surrounding her in a protective barrier of the stuff as she waved her wand some more. Dozens of giant vines grew out from the ground, all attempting to slash, whip, and peirce the large elephant.

The elephant wasn’t just going to give up easily, however. It charged forward in a ruthless rampage.

“Look over there,” Cyllia paused as she turned, pushing her melons even more into Tyr.

‘Damn.’ Tyr said inwardly, even more impressed than before.

“Miski is pretty strong, but weak in comparison to the squad captains. He’s annoying… not my type at all. He’s fighting a pretty boring guy, but his fighting style is unique. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life. Some say they were once friends, rivals even.”

Miski was unleashing a flurry of punches at the sword guy right now, each blow sending musical vibrations flying into the air. They were sorted in various colors such as dark blue, purple, neon, and more.

The sword guy had several daggers and blades floating all around him, able to block each of Miski’s punches as they danced around the entire arena.

He wasn’t just blocking, however, using his mastery of swords to swing them around and attempt to slash at his opponent as well. He had to attack while defending, as did Miski.

“And over there! It’s an even more exciting fight.” Cyllia said, pushing her cahonas even further into Tyr.

‘Wow.’ Tyr thought to himself, even more satisfied than before.

“Pencil and Yurin. Both have extremely unique fighting styles. You might think that Yurin’s power is to cast multiple elemental spells, but you would be wrong. It’s the ability to create powerful weapons that can wield these powers in the first place. His weapon is named the Infinity Gauntlet, since it can wield all four main elements in the world.”

“I see…” Tyr observed the fight closer.

Pencil was moving fiercely, each step and attack sending afterblow after afterblow.

His rod attacks were strong enough to destroy Tyr, and he knew this just from looking at it.

At times Pencil would write in the air before slamming his rod into the writing as if he was playing baseball toward Yurin. He would write all over the place whenever he got the opportunity, knowing he could hit them toward Yurin whenever he wanted.

Although Pencil was strong, Tyr was more focused on Yurin, who seemed to be dominating the battle with a stupid amount of ease.

Yurin moved at a noticeably faster pace. His attacks were more potent, whether it be physical or Aura attacks from his spells.

‘From the way he moved back then during our spar, he’s a completely different animal. I thought he had held back just a little, but now I understand that even with Blink I would barely be faster than him.’ Tyr thought to himself, amazed by this fighting.

Cyllia pressed herself against Tyr even more, “Yurin is something special. He is no weaker than a squad captain, but chose to join Hanzo’s squad. Many say he is the third strongest Hunter in Drance behind Jae… I personally think he is the second strongest.”

Out of nowhere, Tyr was picked up by Jonas and carried away.

“Sorry for her antics… she does this to every guy she finds interesting,” Jonas said to Tyr, apologizing sincerely.

“Hey! What are you doing!? Things were just getting good!” Cyllia yelled from behind, stomping her foot on the ground like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

“Shut up! He’s just a kid! Leave him alone you succubus!” Jonas yelled back at her, taking Tyr to the other side of this small watch party.

Cyllia pouted her lips and crossed her hands, returning her attention to the battles.

‘I really didn’t mind it much.’ Tyr thought to himself.

“Screw all those other fights. The really interesting one is this. Watching Hanzo fight is rare, but that’s what makes it so amazing.”

Jonas placed Tyr down in front of him as they both witnessed two quick figures zipping across the entire examination chamber at random intervals.

Hanzo seemed to be using his bow as a physical close-range weapon, which confused Tyr.

Jae on the other hand was using his guitar to send out powerful waves of Musical Aura.

“Why won’t he just fight using his arrows? He could end the battle much sooner, no?” Tyr questioned on seeing this.

“Kid, you oughta learn a thing or two about self-respect. Using your most valuable gem on fools who don’t deserve it is disrespectful to yourself.” Jonas exclaimed, not giving Tyr the answer, but letting him find it himself.

“I see… so Hanzo doesn’t declare Jae worthy enough.”

“Oh no, he does. He just wants the idiot to feel bad enough to go full power. Only then will Hanzo take out his bow.” Jonas chuckled slightly.

Tyr kept an eye on Hanzo, ‘So Hanzo’s just playing with him huh?’ A memory wandered into his mind:

‘That time I challenged him to fight me back when I was on the hunt for Rudra, he declined. But, he did almost use his bow when he saw that I was nearly about to get killed by Rudra…’

At that moment, Hanzo noticed Tyr in his peripheral vision. They made eye contact for a split second. A millisecond after this, Hanzo swung his bow forcefully.

*BANG*

Jae was thrown across the examination chamber like a swatted fly, slamming into the wall before falling to the floor.

Tyr’s eyes expanded, his mouth slightly agape at the sudden show of power.

‘He could have done that all along?’ He mused in surprise.

Hanzo fell from the air and landed on the ground, “I guess it’s time to end this.” He said, walking toward Jae with his finger on his bowstring. A wave of dangerous intent burst out of the young man, falling over everyone in the entire arena like a 10-foot-tall ocean wave.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, their eyes covered temporarily with a haze of fear and shock as their heads turned 180 degrees toward where Hanzo was.

The strongest was about to get serious…

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