18 A Friendly Spar

Once all of the students managed to find a partner, they began to spread out to different corners of the room.

Andrew and Lucian also found their own area, in a small corner of the gym.

Seeing everyone was separated and eagerly waiting to fight, Mr.Driscoll pulled out his whistle.

"As soon as I blow this whistle, you can start!"

Seeing him bring the whistle closer to his lips, the students began hungrily eying their partners.

Looking to see if they could find any weaknesses they could exploit.

Sweat dripped down their faces, as they anticipated the sound that would start it all.

Lucian watched Andrew with a relaxed face, in contrast to Andrew's over-eager expression.

In the sun he might lose but in the shade?

That was a completely different story.

*FWEET*

Hearing the loud whistle echo through the gym, the two ran at each other.

Andrew threw a right hook at Lucian's face, which Lucian dodged by pulling his head to the side.

Slightly scowling at missing his punch, Andrew through a side kick at Lucian's stomach, which Lucian dodged by side-stepping it.

Keeping up the momentum, Andrew twisted his body and followed up with a back kick, aimed straight at Lucian's solar plexus.

Lucian bent backwards, letting the kick fly right over him.

'After being privately coached by that gorilla woman daily for years, I'm more than capable of beating a complete novice in hand-to-hand combat. Hell, I could probably do it with my eyes closed!' Lucian thought to himself.

Andrew scowled at Lucian angrily.

"Stop dodging and fight me properly!"

Lucian shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm an advocate for peace, why engage in needless conflict? As Albert Einstein once said 'Peace cannot be kept by force, it can only be achieved by understanding'. How about we take some time to understand each other instead?"

"Tch… You're just F-rank trash who only knows how to flap his gums. Man up and fight me!"

"Hmm…"

Lucian put his hand on his chin, seemingly deep in thought.

"So you want me to let myself get beaten obediently by you? While I do admit you make a very compelling argument, I'm sorry but I'll have to still decline. Maybe next time?"

"Arghh! I'll just beat you my way then!"

Andrew stretched his hand at Lucian.

"Cloth manipulation!"

The clothes on Lucian's body began to tighten, restricting his movements.

'As expected, the one who tied my laces in the race was none other than you. Also why the hell are you screaming your ability name?'

Having hacked the school's database, he'd already memorized the abilities of almost everyone in the school.

Including Andrew.

'C-rank ability, cloth manipulation. Can manipulate any cloth in a nearby 10-meter radius. However, since the user himself is only a white-rank, abilities strength is quite limited.'

Lucian struggled to move but to no avail.

He was completely bound.

Nervously looking up, he saw Andrew walking over to him.

Winding up a punch no less.

"Hey, buddy… Can we just you know… Talk about this? We are civilized human beings right?" Lucian nervously asked.

An icy smirk began to form on Andrew's face.

This was exactly what he wanted to see.

Lucian begging him to stop, while he knocked the b*stard's teeth out.

This was the fate of pieces of sh*t like him; people who dared to touch what didn't belong to them.

Lucian wanting to be with Stella was akin to a toad dreaming of eating swan meat.

A lowly toad who overstepped his boundaries and wanted something he didn't deserve to have.

Andrew was going to let this pitiful toad finally realize his place.

After then, his goddess would finally be free of this trash's clutches.

"Swear, I want you to swear to leave the goddess. Only then will I let you leave in one piece."

A bead of sweat dripped down Lucian's face.

"Isn't this just a friendly spar? Why are you doing this? The teacher's right there!"

Andrew looked at Lucian with a look of disgust.

"Even now you don't seem to understand what kind of situation you're in. You really aren't as smart as everyone makes you out to be. As long as you don't surrender and I don't rough you up too bad, I won't get in trouble for such a small thing."

Andrew aimed a punch right at Lucian's unguarded face.

"It seems like I need to let you experience a little pain for you to understand."

"No!!!" Lucian screamed out in a panic.

Trying to dodge the punch, Lucian stumbled due to his tightened clothes and fell face forward.

Suddenly his falling body accelerated, allowing him to dodge the punch, much to Andrew's shock.

"What?"

As Lucian continued to fall forward, his mouth curved up into a cold smile.

'Checkmate.'

[Acitvating Ability: Iron Skin]

The skin around Lucian's head turned into an onyx colour, but since his natural hair colour was black, it wasn't too noticeable.

Continuing on its trajectory Lucian's head crashed into Andrew, hitting him straight in the family jewels.

*POP POP*

Andrew stared blankly at Lucian for a few moments, as the pain began to kick in.

"GYAAAAHHHHH!!!!"

Andrew fell to the ground, desperately writhing on the ground while desperately clutching his crotch.

"My balls! My f*cking balls! God, it hurts so f*cking bad!!!!"

Everyone in the gym turned to see what the commotion was about.

Only to find Lucian and Andrew, both collapsed on the ground.

While Lucian seemed to have a mixed look of confusion and terror, Andrew's was of pure pain.

After rolling around on the ground for a few more moments, Andrew began frothing at the mouth.

*gurgle gurgle gurgle*

Mr. Driscoll urgently turned to the medical staff but saw that they were already making their way over to Andrew.

Before they could reach him, however, Andrew ended up passing out due to the pain.

One of the medical staff members inspected Andrew before shaking his head.

He turned to his colleagues.

"Put him on the stretcher. We'll need to take him to the infirmary. This is serious."

His colleagues nodded their heads, as they put him onto the stretched they had on hand, before whisking him off to the infirmary.

Mr. Driscoll walked up to one of the remaining medical staff.

A somewhat slim-looking man with glasses.

"Will he be okay?"

The man shook his head.

"We can't tell just yet. The poor kid took some serious trauma to his nether region. Both of his balls ended up 'popping' in that one collision."

All of the nearby guys desperately clutched their crotches when they heard this as if trying to protect them from a similar tragic fate.

Earned a few giggles from the girls.

Mr. Driscoll saw Lucian pull himself off of the floor, and walked over to him.

"Can you tell us what just happened? What did you do to him that would hurt him that bad."

Lucian had a pang of genuine-looking guilt in his eyes, as he watched Andrew get carried away in a stretcher.

His mouth opened and closed for as if he was trying to find the right words to express what just happened.

"I-I tripped... again."