Chapter 162: Let’s Spar [3]

“I don’t think we are close enough to discuss such things, sir.”

Jacob spoke as he once again got into a combat stance.

But this time, he didn’t raise his guard high—on the contrary, his hands were on the lower side, as if challenging me to bring it on.

“Not close enough, huh.”

Muttering the words, which may have been barely audible enough for Jacob to hear, I got closer to him, reducing the distance between us to mere inches.

“How good are you at wrestling?”

I asked Jacob, as he raised his brows in surprise.

“I… I am quite proficient in it, but the instructor has asked us to—”

“Don’t worry about that. Just… show me.”

Taking some distance between my legs, I bent my knees, lowering my body.

My hands were raised at the front, hovering before Jacob, ready to engage at a moment’s notice.

But—

Jacob didn’t reciprocate the gesture, as he stood in the same place, without taking any stance that could be used for wrestling.

“I have no interest in going against the instructor. You may be a Frost and have decent wealth, but for people like me, this academy is my only way to grow stronger, and I certainly wouldn’t risk it just to satisfy your wishes.”

Sigh.

I was disappointed.

“Is it really your only way?”

I asked, lowering my hands.

“Sorry?”

Jacob’s eyes narrowed again, as he might have been feeling uncomfortable with my words.

After all, it surely wasn’t his father’s wealth that had allowed the two werewolf siblings to cultivate effortlessly.

“Nothing.”

The moment the words left my mouth, I was at Jacob’s side, my right leg aiming for his chest.

Bang!

“Cough… cough.”

The sudden attack took Jacob by surprise, as he couldn’t even react to defend against it.

The guy skidded across the floor, as the impact was far stronger than what his body could handle.

“Haa… That’s not really nice of you.”

Jacob took deep breaths, as he began to jump on the same spot, adjusting his body for the fight.

Even after standing in a combat stance, Jacob wasn’t actively supplying mana to his body, so his body was far more vulnerable to my attack, resulting in the damage he had sustained.

Still, I had not used mana, or else…

“You are awfully arrogant for someone who can’t even defend against my attack, even when I was not using a single drop of my mana. For a werewolf… isn’t that the most pathetic thing?”

Jacob’s lips stretched into an unnatural smile at my statement.

“Hehehe… You sure are good with words, but I am not one to get easily provoked.”

Jacob began to inch closer towards me.

“Is that so?”

This time, I wasn’t slow in my movements, as I had already closed the distance between us, ready to engage Jacob again.

“On second thought, you may use your ability—that is, if you have any.”

Saying the words, I motioned for Jacob to begin the attack.

“For your information, I don’t go against the rules and—”

“That’s a shame.”

Jacob’s eyes widened in surprise, as I had once again appeared close to him.

It was for the second time that Jacob’s senses were unable to track my movement, and this was despite him using his mana.

Bam!

Still, at the last moment, Jacob barely managed to block the punch that was aimed at his neck.

I wanted to choke the air out of his lungs, but failed miserably—

Or did I?

I opened my fist that was blocked by Jacob’s right hand, and—

Grabbed his wrist in a sudden twisting motion.

Jacob, sensing my intentions, willed more of his mana through his arm, trying to retract it from my grip, but—

That was a decoy.

My other hand shot low, hooking between his legs.

Using the grip as leverage, I lifted him up into the air before slamming his body onto the hard floor.

“Arghh!”

Jacob grunted in pain, as his entire world was turned upside down within a fraction of a second.

“Not so tough, are you?”

Observing Jacob from above, I turned my head to the right, only to meet the instructor’s gaze, who had his entire attention on me.

Retreating a few steps, I didn’t continue my attack, giving Jacob some room to breathe.

I had no interest in defeating him.

“Not using your ability?”

I asked him once again, as Jacob somehow managed to stand up, despite the pain coursing through his back.

“…”

My polite question was met with silence, as Jacob didn’t take any efforts to reply.

“Following the rules is all good, but—”

I paused, moving closer to Jacob.

“It doesn’t suit an outlaw.”

Jacob’s pupils dilated at the mention of ’outlaw.’

After all, every cultist was treated as one.

“Death on an excursion… reported by an individual who happened to be a friend of the deceased. Was this the official statement about your father’s death?”

Silence.

This time, Jacob didn’t show any change in his expression, as he observed me closely.

Even if it was a statement from the authorities, it was, after all, weird for me to know about the death of some werewolf—

And even weirder for me to take an interest in it.

“I wonder if maybe… your father died in a battle, fighting someone, or maybe while trying to run away from something… like—”

The air seemed to grow cold, as Jacob’s face lost any resemblance of his earlier, student-oriented nature.

“The Authorities.”

Swoosh!

Bam!

Bang!

Boom!

Supplying his muscles with the maximum mana possible, Jacob launched himself in my direction, delivering one devastating blow after another.

Though I managed to block the first two punches, the kick at the end made me crash into the nearby wall.

Haa…

Crack!

The entire hall had gone silent, as the sound from the impact was similar to how Noah had crashed against the wall—the only difference being, I had used my legs to lessen the impact.

Except for my legs, not a single inch of my body touched the wall.

Swoosh!

Before the students around us could process anything, Jacob appeared inches away from me, launching another punch at my face—

His favourite uppercut.

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