Chapter 17 Chapter 43 Restricted Battle
Ni Lan's original intention was to watch Bo Mo's fight before looking for his own opponent. If he didn't catch up, then forget it, it would just be a negative thing.
He knew Pomer and knew that he would never give up easily, but he would be stunned no matter how many times he saw such a scene.
Superpowers have a complete growth curve. Talent only accounts for about 70% of ability, and the rest is hard training.
At the same time, superpowers are also a monopolized resource. Children born into noble or aristocratic families can begin standardized and reasonable training after awakening their superpowers, but if they are children of common people, if they really want to make progress, they have to enter the superpower academy with great difficulty.
Therefore, most of the time, the time span is irreparable, which can be seen from the fact that the champions of previous limited-overs tournaments are almost all in the fourth grade.
This is why lower grade students will simply give up when they meet higher grade students.
But Pomo is the exception. He is a boy who is stubborn to the core.
Not caring about winning or losing, being able to fight against powerful senior psychics is an opportunity that is hard to come by under normal circumstances.
"I won't give up like this, Senior Jamel, please take it seriously!"
Of course, there are many people who cannot understand Pomo and think that he is doing meaningless things to annoy others.
But this is Jemiel's last year at Lanster Academy of Supernatural Powers. Whether he can get a good ranking depends on this time. He is facing lower grade students and there is absolutely no way he will admit defeat.
"Oh, you don't know how high the sky is or how deep the earth is. I will grant your wish!"
Jemelle's ability is a very common fire, but it is by no means weak.
The blazing flames can transform into a variety of forms to attack. Even if it doesn't hit the enemy, as long as the distance is close enough, the melted air can still cause damage to the enemy.
Besides, humans have a natural fear of uncontrollable fire.
Pomo clenched his fists, lowered his body, and assumed a fighting stance.
The next second, the image of himself being engulfed by flames gushing out from the ground appeared in his mind.
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Generally speaking, supernatural powers are related to the personality of their owners.
Most people as upright and stubborn as Pomo have special abilities related to physical enhancement.
But as the protagonist of Ni Lan's comics, his setting is naturally more powerful and interesting.
Supernatural Power [Sign of Blessing]
The blessing bestowed upon Pomo grants him a temporary foresight. At the same time, the power can determine the owner's emotional state to enhance his power (physical strength, mental strength).
To put it simply, after foreseeing a crisis, the stronger your will, the stronger your ability.
It can be said that this is a supernatural power tailor-made for Bomo by Ni Lan, and there are really few people who can control it except him.
If you want to unleash the full power of this ability, it is impossible without being a little smart.
At first, what Ni Lan wanted to create was a non-traditional hot-blooded boy comic hero who theoretically had the strongest superpowers, whose IQ might be (?) online, but who also had a very high EQ.
So in this context, the special ability [Sign of Gift] was born.
Ni Lan coughed twice, feeling that it was more immoral to describe the protagonist in her painting in this way.
In the world view, superpowers are also a resource that can be developed and even created. Coming from an orphanage that is no different from a laboratory, it is impossible for Pomo's superpowers to not have some problems.
But, it's still the same sentence.
If it is Pomo, there will be no problem.
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Pomo left his original position one step ahead of time, and the gushing flames did not hurt him.
Jamal was a little surprised, because normally people would be alert to their surroundings and the top of their heads, but few people can notice what is happening under their feet.
Although he is only in the second grade, he should not be underestimated.
"You can't defeat me just by running away!" Strictly speaking, Jemuel's ability belongs to the mage-type release system, which means that no matter what form the flame changes into or how it attacks Pomo, it must come into contact with a certain part of his body.
And among Pomo's abilities, the one he fears the least is this type of foresight.
Jemuel became a little anxious as he rolled backwards to avoid the vortex of fire that came from his blind spot.
The field was not very big, so it was not a big deal that Pomo was able to dodge, but this was a restricted combat situation, and he could not use large-scale indiscriminate attacks. If he accidentally seriously injured or even killed his junior, then his four years of studying at Lanster School of Supernatural Powers would have been wasted.
Do we really have to wait until 30 minutes to call it a draw?
Perhaps this turmoil was noticed by Pomo. The boy came behind him at an extremely fast speed, broke through the barrier of fire with one punch, and knocked Jemuel away.
The flames naturally left burn marks on Pomo's hands, but Pomo recovered extremely quickly and all the scars disappeared after a few seconds.
Jemuel struggled to his feet, feeling as though his jaw had dislocated.
No wonder he dared to get close to me, it turns out he has such a strong recovery ability.
So Jemuel decided to give it a try, even if it might lead to a bad result, he was unwilling to give up or get a draw.
"It's not too late to admit defeat, kid, otherwise the consequences will be something you and I can't bear!"
The platform began to tremble, and then was squeezed and cracked.
The liquid-like viscous flame splashed in the cracks, emitting a terrifying temperature.
The air continued to heat up, so hot that it seemed like breathing would burn you.
"Pomo! Don't be so stubborn!!!"
Es was so overwhelmed that he couldn't help but shout out loud.
The referee in charge of this fight also stood up and prepared to stop the fight. Everyone felt that once the spell was completed, Pomo would be burned to ashes.
But before the referee could stand up, he was pushed down by someone.
"Thousands of chariots?"
"It's okay, don't worry."
Qian Che knows his student too well. He will not give up, nor will he be burned to ashes by the flames.
You are not anxious, but I am, the referee thought in his heart, but Qian Che is the teacher of the participating student Bo Mo after all, he should know him best.
So the referee teacher sat down again.
Of course, Pomo encountered the moment of magma splashing, and there were only two ways to deal with it at this time.
Either stay away, but that is not possible due to the venue.
That leaves only the last option, get close to the caster and interrupt him!
Even though he had foreseen the burning magma, Pomo had not felt any fear for a long time. The burning air was like his excited fighting enthusiasm, and his fists filled with wild power were unstoppable!
His body, strengthened by willpower, was not even injured the moment it came into contact with the protective flame. Jemuel could only watch helplessly as the fist got closer and closer to him.
The referee teacher did a sit-up and quickly pulled down the switch of the energy suppressor.
As a result, Pomo's enhanced attack was weakened and the scorching flames completely disappeared.
Jemuel was still punched, but it only hurt a little.
The referee heaved a sigh of relief, looked at Qian Che with resentment, then walked onto the shattered battlefield and took Pomo's hand.
"The winner is sophomore student Pomo!"
Jamal had no objection.
He could see that if he took this punch, he would have to stay in the hospital for half a year.
He lost, not because his ability was too weak, nor because Pomo was too strong.
But they lost because they underestimated the enemy.
He arrogantly thought that since he was in the fourth grade, he could easily defeat his sophomore classmates.
Jamel had a complicated expression, wondering how come another little monster appeared.
"I lost, but I won't lose again next time."
Pomo blinked, probably not expecting that he had won.
"But I haven't hit him yet?"
Can this be considered a win?
Referee teacher: ...If you really hit it out, your future study career will be ruined. Don’t you feel anything at all?
"Yes, you win. Go to the next game. I will notify other teachers to fix this place."
It is common for battle venues to be broken, so the school has hired several psychics who are capable of repairing the venues to maintain them.
Pomo walked down the stage, still confused.
Puis looked at him speechlessly. Even though he won in the end, he was not happy at all.
"Es, I win... Ouch! Why did you hit me?"
"You didn't hear a word I said before."
"But I also said that I didn't want to give up and wanted to give it a try."
In Pomo's judgment, he was not being too stubborn.
Ni Lan was laughing secretly in the crowd, watching the interaction between the two people with a look of nostalgia.
"Please ask the second-year student Ni Lan and the fourth-year student Taila to go to the 10th Arena and prepare for the battle."
The announcement on the radio sounded three times, which was not very noticeable in the crowded playground, but the two words "Ni Lan" were what Pomo and Puis paid attention to.
The two looked at each other and walked towards the Tenth Arena at the same time.
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Prime Minister Atash actually did not pay much attention to Ni Lan, or even if he did, Ni Lan did not know.
Everything was prepared by the butler, and the requirements for obtaining sixteen seats were also told to him by the butler.
It's not that he doesn't know that Ni Lan's special ability is recovery, nor does it mean that Ni Lan must get sixteen seats. He just wants to take this opportunity to admonish and tame the young man.
This is a tactic often used by the nobles, but it has always worked.
Perhaps Ni Lan's only advantage is that due to her short enrollment time, fourth-year Terra did not obtain any information about Ni Lan's abilities.
"Junior Brother Ni Lan." Terra nodded slightly as a greeting. Even though he didn't know what the other person's special ability was, he was confident in himself.
"Hello, senior."
The boy responded politely, but the way he was dressed didn't look like he was going to fight.
The image of a dandy young man from a noble family who came here to gain experience might be more suitable for Ni Lan.
A restricted fight is a fight with no restrictions other than inflicting heavy damage to the opponent.
I saw that Ni Lan seemed to be holding something in her hand.
Puys observed it carefully, frowning in doubt, "Is that... broken glass?"
"Glass?" Pomo looked at Puis in confusion.
The next moment after the referee announced the official start of the game, the remaining intact glass rushed towards Ni Lan from all directions - and pierced Terra's body as she was approaching Ni Lan at a rapid speed, blocking the path of every piece of broken glass.