Chapter 297 Lyrian Versus Draco II
The amount Lyrian received for everything was... 8120 Riftstones. The 40 lizardmen had the most to contribute to this, accounting for over half of the total.
It was safe to say that Lyrian wouldn't need to worry so much about Rifstones for a while.
Still, this didn't mean that he would stop hunting. He would of course, still hunt, especially with the deployment exam coming up.
But that meant that he could take a slight break to focus more on his cultivation.
He soon arrived at his room. Currently, it was 8:02 PM, so he could still grind some rank points on BF.
Fully masked up, Zero entered his first rank room in seconds...
His current rank was 225, or Gold. To get to his next rank of Platinum, he needed to reach over 250.
He planned on doing that today. Soon enough, his opponent joined.
"Opponent found: Player [King Draco]"
"Oh?" Lyrian muttered under his breath, as a familiar figure summoned in front of him.
'I used Zuuc against him last time... so I can't use him again, since he will recognize me. Draco isn't a joke. He was a second year... far stronger than I am still.'
At that moment, Draco yawned, seemingly bored. As he did this, he also pulled his sword out.
In the first fight, Lyrian realized Draco had only used his hands, so this was interesting.
However, Draco's yawn was halted mid-way through, as he suddenly felt a chilling aura seep down his spine.
His half-completed yawn shriveled away as his one opened eye widened and faced the giant wolf in front of him.
"Woah..." He subconsciously said, eyeing down the ferocious beast.
Lyrian clenched his fist, his battle instincts kicking in.
With a confident grin hidden behind his mask, he decided to play it cool.
"You've got a friend too, I see," Draco remarked, his voice dripping with nonchalance.
He was referring to Garmr, Lyrian's enormous wolf companion, who had appeared by his side.
"Yeah...," Lyrian replied casually. "He's got quite the bark and bite. You should be careful, he doesn't like it when people underestimate him."
Draco chuckled, clearly not taking Lyrian's threat too seriously. "Oh, I'm not underestimating anyone here. I just like to keep things interesting."
The room buzzed with anticipation as they prepared to face off.
'I'll try to face him first... stay back, Garmr.'
After a few seconds, Lyrian and Draco moved simultaneously. It was a blur of motion as they clashed, their movements so swift that it was hard to keep track of who had the upper hand.
Lyrian's agility and precision were matched by Draco's raw power.
Lyrian's blade clashed with Draco's, the force of their collision sending shockwaves through the arena.
It was clear that Draco was a formidable opponent, and he wasn't holding back. The battle raged on, both fighters giving it their all.
As they exchanged blows and strikes, Lyrian couldn't help but admire Draco's skill.
He was indeed a second-year student, and his experience showed. But Lyrian was determined not to back down.
He had a goal to reach the Platinum rank, and he wasn't going to let Draco stand in his way.
The fight continued, the tension in the room escalating with each passing moment.
It was a battle of strength, speed, and strategy, and neither player was willing to yield.
Their strikes were lightning-fast, each move calculated and executed with precision. It was a testament to their skill and determination.
As they clashed, sparks flew from their weapons, creating a dazzling display of energy.
The room resonated with the sound of metal meeting metal. It was a symphony of combat, and both fighters were fully immersed in the dance of battle.
Lyrian's agile movements allowed him to evade many of Draco's powerful attacks, but Draco's sheer strength made each of his strikes a potential game-changer.
The two opponents were seemingly evenly matched.
***
Somewhere in the depth of the Anaviotis technology quadron...
"Hey! It's that kid again... I think his name was, Zero?"
A worker sitting in front of the orb exclaimed.
The same guy from before stood behind him. "Did you get his info?"
"No... I haven't been able to just yet."
"Well, what are you waiting for!?"
They both looked in awe, waiting for a summon to finally fight.
***
Draco's crimson aura flared as he unleashed a devastating combo, a series of rapid strikes that Lyrian barely managed to block.
The force of the blows pushed him back, and for a moment, it seemed like Draco had the upper hand. But Lyrian wasn't one to back down easily.
With a burst of energy, Lyrian launched a counterattack, his blade a blur of motion as he aimed for Draco's exposed flank.
Draco managed to parry the blow just in time, but it left him momentarily off balance.
Seizing the opportunity, Lyrian leaped backward, putting some distance between himself and his opponent.
He needed a moment to catch his breath and reassess his strategy. Draco, however, didn't give him that luxury. He charged forward, determination etched on his face.
With a sudden burst of speed, Lyrian closed the gap between them and unleashed a flurry of strikes that seemed almost impossible to block.
Draco fought back with all his might, but Lyrian's relentless assault seemingly left him with fewer and fewer options.
In the final moments of their battle, the room of the BF workers was filled with a palpable tension.
The outcome was still uncertain, but Lyrian was determined to give it his all.
With one final, decisive strike, Lyrian managed to break through Draco's defenses and deliver the winning blow--almost!
Draco dashed back at the last moment, dodging the attack with a surprising ease.
The two spectators temporarily erupted into cheers.
Again... Draco yawned. "I gave you a chance, but you won't win against me. You are way too weak."
Those words felt like needles sticking into Lyrian's skin.
"Just use the wolf already."
***
"Yeah! Just use the wolf!" The spectators exclaimed through the orb.
***
Lyrian let out a sigh, straightening his position.
'Garmr... tear through him.'
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