8 FIGHTER: Demonic Fighter State

Head Instructor Keisha's stare was deep and sharp as she looked at them and said strictly,

"Only the top ten performers will be announced by me. The useless ones, by my fellow colleagues.

"Nathaniel Bones, total score 65 percent - Tenth place."

... 

"Seraph Jobs, total score 81 percent - Fourth place."

"Wade Frunze, 92 percent - Third place."

"Alicia Moxie, 97 percent - Second place."

"Tyrion Methuselah, 180 percent - First place"

The entire crowd of students wasn't shocked by this news but were very dissatisfied. 

Wade who had always been second place previously, was especially hostile when he looked at Tyrion, as if he had snatched something away from him.

"Head Instructor, there must have been a mistake! How could he be in first place?" Wade said, moving forward and pointing at Tyrion, unwilling to accept the result.

While he hadn't always been first due to Alicia's undeniably astounding talents he had always been second and was used to looking down on his peers. 

In his eyes, Tyrion, who had always scored badly for the actual combat sessions, was trash among trash and he would not usually even spare him a glance.

"Instructor, I too refuse to accept this decision!" Seraph said as she stepped forward, maintaining her dignified disposition. "Tyrion's actual combat scores were never as outstanding as ours, so why is his score higher than ours now?"

"That's right, I am unwilling to accept the results, too!"

"The first time was because he was lucky the Winged Python swallowed him without crushing him thereby giving him the opportunity to escape by clawing his way out, killing it. The second time was simply due to luck! If it were out there, he would never be lucky enough to have survived one not to mention two muta-beasts. Why are his scores even higher than ours?"

The others were also unwilling to accept the results, and their faces said it all. During the assessment, it was a lot easier for the top ten to have killed the Horned Panther and the winged python than it had been for Tyrion. 

Particularly Wade who managed to kill his opponent within ten moves and escape unscathed and Alicia within three moves. In comparison, Tyrion fight could only be described as immense luck.

Tyrion's eyes glinted and he remained silent, as he did not know how to respond to their argument. Was he supposed to say he almost died but healed up die to a system given to him amd a enabled him to strike a fatal blow?

Seeing that the students dared question her, Instructor Keisha's pupils flashed coldly and a demonic smile paints her lips as the temperature began to rise as the air undulated due to pressure. 

The students immediately broke out into cold sweat. She wasn't going to kill them all, is she? Does she even have the authority to do that? 

"Hehe." Instructor Fabian's chuckle suddenly broke the tense atmosphere. His perfectly symmetrical lips curled up as he spoke. 

"The scores were decided by the Arena's Automaton. If any of you refuse to accept them, according to the rules of the academy, you can challenge Tyrion in a week to take back the title of Legend."

The students immediately sighed in relief, not daring to say another word. Moreover, they were satisfied with the words of instructor Fabian, all but Wade and Seraph.

But with the unreasonable Demoness overseeing everything, it was best not to argue in order to live.

Head Instructor Kiesha expressionless stared coldly at the students. Finally, she spoke. "Dismissed."

It was as though they had been given a new lease at life. The 5 thousand students immediately rushed out of the stadium like a flood of ants. 

Tyrion had only walked five steps when a voice as sweet as the hymns of a thousand sirens metered into his ears. 

"Come see me after you are done settling in." Tyrion froze and his expression changed slightly. 

It was actually the voice of the demoness! With an ugly expression, he rushed out of the stadium with the other students. 

* * *

"Killing students as though they were chickens, who exactly do you think you are, foreigner!?"

On the podium, one of the seven instructors, the short male instructor, Mr Meddleton spoke as he faced Kiesha, glaring at her coldly. The radiation from his strength making his clothes flap and swell.

Instructor Kiesha glanced at him from the corners of her eyes and waved her hands as though he was an annoying fly. 

"You!..." Instructor Meddleton was livid. The frustration of past and this present one pushed him to the very edge. 

"Wù! Wù! Wù!"

All of a sudden, the air behind him howled as it distorted and a grave pressure suddenly descended within a 20-meter radius.

Instantly, the air shook and a phantom image of a ferocious one-eye giant condensed behind him. 

Its single eye locked into instructor Kiesha and an overwhelming brutality and viciousness exuded from it. 

He was actually a Demonic Fighter, three entire realms above Genetic soldiers!

Noticing this, Keisha's crimson eyes that were previously glued on the information of Tyrion moved slightly as it lightly locked onto Mr Meddleton. 

In that instant, a shiver ran through the Mr meddleton's spine.

Keisha's lips suddenly curled up to a smirk as though she had noticed this and then proceeded to ignore him like he was empty air. 

Mr Meddleton's fear seemed to have vanished as anger consumed him. "I've had enough of you." 

He roared violently and then punched downwards. 

"ROOOAR!"

The air shook as shock waves rippled with great intensity. The surrounding space seemed to distort and contract as the one-eyed beast behind instructor Meddleton also roared like a berserk beast and immediately punched its fist down at Instructor Keisha. 

Dust rippled out of him like a dam as the wind shrieked from too much power. Sonic boom echoed as the fist moved with an overwhelming sense intensity.

"That's enough Meddleton."

Suddenly, the phantom image collapsed as though it was made of smoke, and the condensed strength as well as the accumulated moment faded.

"Who!?" Instructor Meddleton glared sideways only to see Fabian smiling at him. 

Instructor Meddleton was a bit stunned and wanted to argue but then he remembered his great-one-eyed fist had been easily dispelled by the other, he inhaled and then nodded his head reluctantly. 

Giving a glare towards Instructor Keisha's way, he spat out.

"You don't deserve to be the head instructor, neither will you ever become one of us." 

With that, he turned around and left. 

The other six instructors glanced at Kiesha with complicated expressions and they also turned to leave to make their own preparations for the new students. All with the exception of Fabian. 

"You know you've used up your death quota for this set right?" 

For the first time, Keisha's expressionless face changed as she sneered at Fabian with a disgusting expression. "Hypocrite!"