BXBX NOVEL Chapter 213 Lyrian VS Draco
"You\'re a summoner? Hmm... that\'s a rare class. Impressive. But, it looks like you can only summon weaklings," Draco smirked. "I was going to ask how long it would last, but it seems I don\'t need to even care about that, since it\'s puny," he laughed.
\'He thinks I\'m a summoner... I guess that\'s only natural since my ability isn\'t normal.\' He looked over at Zuuc. "You\'ve been alive for more than a week, show me what you got," he said with a smirk on his face, diffusing his Enhanced fist. Draco was even more confused by this but decided to stay back and watch. He was intrigued.
Zuuc looked at Lyrian and then looked away as if to ignore him. "W-What!?" Lyrian was baffled. "If that\'s the case... then at least show me your stronger forms. Adult, and elder."
To this, Zuuc actually seemed to agree. In an instant, he turned into an 8-foot-tall Generational Hobgoblin with green skin and protruding muscles. Lyrian could clearly sense the increase in power.
\'It looks like the adult form copies the real properties of the original creature. The adult version of the Generation Grizzly was brown, as a normal bear is supposed to be like, and the adult version of Zuuc is green, as a normal Hobgoblin is supposed to be like,\' Lyrian thought to himself.
Draco\'s mouth hung wide as he saw Zuuc change appearances. "What the fuck!? How in the--I\'ve never seen such a strange ability before." The boy seemed perplexed.
Finally, Zuuc transformed once again, turning into its elder form. Its skin turned black, as its muscles morphed into more round and sturdy structures of power. Its veins bumped out of its skin, and its face became more vigorous and ferocious. A red circle appeared on both its stomach and its back. Zuuc\'s arms were in front of it as if it were a wild beast ready to pounce. In this form, Zuuc was easily over 15 feet in height.
"Powerful..." Draco was taken aback in awe. Lyrian smirked in return, Enhancing his fist. He was proud of Zuuc\'s strength but realized that the little brat wasn\'t going to fight for him. It was pretty ironic to think of Elder Zuuc as a little brat, but it seemed to fit at the same time.
"Powerful... but you don\'t even have control over your own summon," Draco said as he began to run towards Lyrian. Lyrian Enhanced his legs and ran forward as well, not willing to decline a challenge. Their fists clashed in the middle with quick force, as Lyrian felt the pressure in his wrists.
Draco\'s power moved him back a little bit, but Lyrian continued to push forward, infusing even more mana into his fist. That\'s when he looked up and realized that Draco had a bright smile on his face. "Enhance huh? It\'s too common of a spell to use on the likes of me..." he said, suddenly unleashing a far stronger force that propelled Lyrian back abruptly. He lost his balance, forced to fall to the floor and slide to a stop.
\'He overpowered me that easily?\' Lyrian thought to himself, quite shocked. He stood up, but only for Draco to appear before him before he could get to his feet. Without warning, the boy slammed his fist into Lyrian\'s stomach, sending a powerful force through his body and out the other side. This drove all the air inside of Lyrian\'s lungs out. Draco dashed backward as Lyrian fell to his knees.
"Winner! Player [King Draco]" The voice of the room suddenly announced. "I\'ll go easy on you since you are a first-year. But like I said in the canteen... don\'t be cocky."
Draco gazed down at Lyrian for a moment before disappearing into thin air. Lyrian was left in the silence of his own thoughts, and also in a state of pain. He froze for a few seconds, clutching his stomach, before suddenly slamming his fist into the ground with all of his force.
"Damn it!" He was angry at himself for losing so easily. After standing up, he immediately left the game. An amalgamation of disappointment, anger, and other negative emotions ate at his brain as he awoke in the module.
\'Weak! Too weak! Next time... I won\'t lose to him.\' Lyrian vowed to himself as he exited the module. He was met by an intrigued face. It was of the suited man waiting for him outside.
Alten and Leon seemed to have left to get their own BF modules while they waited for Lyrian. "So, Young Lord, will you take it?" The man politely asked. Lyrian replied within a millisecond, not wasting a moment.
"Yes." He said, lifting the large object onto his shoulder before beginning to walk away while clenching his jaw in frustration.
The suited man was slightly confused by this reaction. \'What happened inside for him to switch his mood so drastically?\' He wondered. "Young Lord! Carrying it is not necessary! The BF module can turn into a portable size!" The suited man chased after Lyrian, who had already made his way into the main shop.
"Young Lord!"
Moments later, all three students stood in front of the store counter. Alten showed a large grin, Leon had a nonchalant expression, and Lyrian had a pair of furrowed eyebrows. He was ticked off. On the counter were three watermelon-sized metal objects that resembled BF modules, except they were, of course, much smaller. On the other side of the counter was the shop
owner, an old man with a large belly and a small white beard. He was around 60 years of age and had a slightly darker complexion.
"You want this one, huh?" He picked up Lyrian\'s old BF modules, inspecting it in the air as he chewed on a toothpick. "Well... You ran out of luck, bud. I ain\'t gonna sell it."