CHAPTER 219: - THE FIERCE AKIRA-

’Shit! I have fallen into her trap.’ The bulky instructor, Ren, cursed inwardly as his pupils dilated. Thinking he had fallen for the cunning device of the female instructor, Miss May.

But as he tilted his head to sneer at her, he registered a similar look unconcealed on her face.

Surprise, stunned.

’Don’t tell me she doesn’t know he could fight?’

Just as he thought, she noticed his gaze and quickly readjusted her expression to a calm, all-knowing confident look.

Also spectating from both sides, a chilling silence consumed the atmosphere under the stunned eyes of the Elites and Paragons.

Except Blake of course. Revealing a subtle smirk at the expected scenario while also marveling at Max’s true skills.

...

Squinting her eyes with a serious solemn look, Akira retraced her steps backward. Unable to conceive the notion behind Max’s quick reflexes.

"I apologize for thinking less of you."

Stunning Max who was silently calculating how to use his agility and not perform more than the norm, Akira stood at ease and bowed politely in a martial artist’s way, shocking the audience.

’Huh?’ Just as he drew a puzzled look, she snapped her high ponytail backward and took a much fiercer stance.

’What is she doing-’ Caught off guard, Max took two steps backward in retreat as she breezed towards him.

Dum! Dum! Dum!

Dull thuds of her feet striking the pebble floor resounded following her hasty steps with no hint of throwing either punch or fist, as if she wanted to charge directly into him.

In the moment Max wondered what she wanted to do, she already got too close for him to sidestep.

’What a predicament?’

Max’s cold nonchalance became a frown as he realized trying to punch or kick her would only leave him open at such distance.

’Wait- is she trying to—’ realization dawned on him but Akira already made her move.

Her arms lunged forward in a straight pattern, with no intent to strike him or whatever, but to confine his movement.

’A hug?’

Yup.

Having settled with the fact that she couldn’t match his reflexes, Akira made a much wider decision.

"Judo style. Got you." Whispered under her breath, imagining Max already locked between her arms.

’Fuck it.’

Faced with a dilemma, Max twisted his body like a ballerina, escaping the narrow entrapment of her arms.

’Hell no.’ Seeing Max smoothly slip through the entrapment with feminine flexibility, she kept off her two feet and managed to grab hold of his right arm, stopping his movement with a jolt backward.

Crack!

’Fuck!’ Max felt his shoulder joint dislocate and cursed, feeling the sharp pain abruptly disappear the next moment.

Thinking the match would be called off instantly—to his shock, he saw neither apologetic look nor guilt on Akira’s face as she lunged her other hand over his shoulder and made to sweep him off his feet.

’What’s going on?’ Chilled, Max’s eyes glinted sharply as he acted without holding back.

Perhaps it was for the fact he was faced with a girl or simply underestimated what a spar against a teenager would be, Max initially didn’t plan to strike hard.

Faced with the brutal Akira, however, he realized martial arts should never be taken lightly and retaliated.

Gbam!

Before the spectating eyes could comprehend what he did, Max slammed his palm over Akira’s shoulder, specifically her outstretched arm towards his shoulder.

"Ah!"

A sharp yelp of pain escaped her lips as a numb feeling tore through her arm, actively disabling the connection she had with it.

Instantly, her arm which was filled with vigorous intention to grab Max fell placid to the side.

Letting go of Max’s hand, she instinctively grabbed her other shoulder with gritted teeth.

To the side, both instructors’ lips parted slightly as they made to step in but reacted by firmly staying in place.

Akira hadn’t forfeited yet.

"How brutal."

"What a masochist bastard."

However, that didn’t hold back the Paragons from cursing in a displeased tone as fiery hate lit in their eyes, directed towards Max.

Neither minding this, Max took a step back, his stern gaze on the half-kneeling girl while he fixed his dislocated joint.

"Come."

Eyes on his prey, Max spoke coldly while motioning that she stand up.

At the same time, Akira’s eyes lit with hate, grimacing from the pain as she was unable to feel her right arm.

Standing on her feet, she clenched her left fist and rushed forward.

Instantly, everyone’s eyes squinted expecting that Max would easily dodge her blow and deliver another brutal counterattack.

But to their surprise, Akira leaped and delivered a twisting kick.

Max dodged, but she didn’t stop there.

Left, right. Right, left. Her movement was like a myriad of winds, lunging from both sides as Max repeatedly guarded with his arms while at ease.

’She’s also proficient in Taekwondo?

But unfortunately...’

Halting his thoughts, Max caught one of her kicks and delivered a sweep of his own, leaving her to slap hard on the ground.

Thud!

Everyone grimaced slightly at the sight.

Enduring much better this time, Akira ceased her grunt from escaping her lips and stood up once more, fiercely staring at Max while uncaring of her bruised cheek.

"Won’t you forfeit?"

With a cold look, Max asked, sharing a glance with the two speechless instructors.

"Not yet." Shaking her head, Akira rushed even more fiercely, throwing more kicks than he would be able to grab with a mix of punches in between due to the lessening numbness.

From the look of it, she was exhibiting her skills and assimilated serum.

A pro champion fighter wouldn’t stand a chance.

But at last, Max’s reaction speed, which threw both opposing instructors into deep thought, avoided her attacks until she seemed to be worn out.

Countering her movement, Max repeated her earlier actions fully.

Crack!

Before she knew it, Akira found herself being slapped to the ground with the same skill she tried to use on him earlier.

Silence...