Ember Skywalker

Chapter 29 I’m going to beat you up! The strange dream appears again!

Onivia looked at Raven nervously, she didn't understand what he was going to do.

Logically, he should either use the burning technique to offset the flaming spear, or roll on the ground to see if he could dodge it by luck.

Of course, the probability of this happening is very small, as the burning technique can lock onto the enemy.

The same doubt was also shown on Rody's face.

He asked himself that it would be very difficult even if he went up by himself, after all, it was a heavenly grade staff, and a top-level one at that.

The kind that comes with its own storage and burning technique.

"Damn it, success or failure depends on this!"

Riven was furious in his heart, but his face showed no sadness or joy. He calmly watched the flaming halberd in his pupils rapidly enlarge.

All his perception was focused on the flaming spear, and a clear trajectory appeared in his mind.

Yes, ever since that ball of light entered his body that night, he discovered that he had a special ability.

That is the ability to sense the trajectory and speed of the burning technique.

It is different from what we see with our naked eyes, it is purely based on perception.

The former may be affected and thus biased, but perception cannot.

He has tried it many times.

This is also the reason why he dares to challenge Oaken!
call!
The flaming spear appeared before his eyes in an instant, just about to hit Riven's face. The scorching flames stung his eyes.

"That's it!"

Riven made a quick decision and jerked his head, narrowly avoiding the flaming halberd!

The heat wave with flames flew past Riven's face, leaving a large area of ​​burnt and bloody.

"Damn, that was close!" Raven was still frightened.

Just a little bit!

If he moves a little faster or slower, he will be shot in the head!

It all seems simple.

But if he hadn't predicted the trajectory and speed of the flaming spear in advance and seized that slight advantage, the result would have been death.

Oaken doesn't want to defeat him, but to kill him!
"impossible!"

Oaken, who was so smug a moment ago, cried out in surprise.

Riven could actually dodge the Flame Halberd?
This is an advanced spell, instant, and comes with a tracking skill!
It would be fine if it was a high-level warrior, but could an ordinary apprentice also dodge it?

But there was no time to think, as Riven had already rushed forward, and Oaken had no choice but to retreat while waving his staff.

This time a fiery snake flew towards Raven.

"I don't believe you can still hide away?"

"I don't need to hide."

Raven raised his hand and shot out the fireball that had just been charged, hitting the fire snake.

Bang, a ball of fire exploded in front of Oaken.

Before the fire died down, Raven jumped out, kicked his staff away, and then elbowed him in the face.

Oaken's face was distorted, several teeth flew out, and he almost fainted from the pain.

"Untouchable! How dare you hit me?"

He spat out a mouthful of blood and phlegm and rushed towards Raven.

"Damn it, I'm going to beat you up!"

The two men immediately started fighting.

When it comes to fighting, Riven will never suffer a loss.

Eye-poking, throat-locking, crotch-grabbing, ear-biting...

Under various means, Oaken soon started to scream and shout.

People in the cycle were also dumbfounded.

This is not a duel, it's clearly a fight between hooligans.

Finally, Raven seized the opportunity and locked Oaken's arm, making it impossible for him to break free.

"Give up!" Raven said harshly.

"impossible!"

"Crack!" Raven exerted force suddenly and Oaken's arm broke immediately.

"Do you admit it?" Raven sneered.

"Ah! I'm going to kill you, bastard!" Oaken screamed.

"Fuck you!" Raven grabbed his other arm and was about to exert force.

"Okay, he has already lost, let him go." said Mu Wu, who had been staring at the field.

Oaken refused to accept the defeat: "I didn't lose!"

"Hmph, if I hadn't stopped you, you would have lost both of your arms. It's still time for treatment now." Mu Wu sneered.

"He grabbed my crotch, he bit my ear, he is so despicable!"

"If you lose, you lose. I declare that Raven and Monroe win this duel."

Oaken closed his eyes in humiliation.

"Damn, Oaken actually lost?"

"Yeah, how could he lose?"

The students were shocked and couldn't believe it.

"Okun's strength is second only to Rody, and he has a heavenly staff, so how could he lose?"

"Did you see clearly how Riven dodged that flaming spear?"

"Incredible, the timing of his dodging was so precise, even a little faster or slower would not have worked. How did he do it?"

"But it's more than that. You also need to be brave enough. If it were me, I'd probably be scared silly and wouldn't dare to risk my life."

"Yeah, if it were me, I would never dare to take such a risk. I don't know whether he did it on purpose or just got lucky."

"Of course it's the latter."

"No, you see he was very calm the whole time. I think it was intentional."

"Anyway, he won by grabbing the crotch and biting the ear. It's so vulgar!"

"Just win, you are such a troublemaker!"

……

"Raven, how many secrets do you have?" On the other side, Onivia looked at Raven meaningfully and murmured.

Although the level of this duel was not high, she was deeply impressed by the calmness, courage and control of timing displayed by Raven.

Especially the moment when he dodged the flaming spear, it was done in a split second, even a second earlier or later would not have been enough.

It was obvious that he was very sure of the trajectory of the Flame Halberd.

But how did he do it?

Regardless, her evaluation of Raven had reached a new level.

Rody had the same idea and his face looked quite solemn.

He asked himself if he was sure he could avoid the flaming halberd even if he went up himself, but Riven did it, and so calmly and confidently.

None of this is as simple as it seems.

In time, perhaps he will become his biggest rival.

After this battle, Riven became famous, and the duel was talked about everywhere in the White Tower.

One is the nephew of the Northern Duke, who is of prominent status.
One is the double ether mages that haven’t appeared in decades, attracting everyone’s attention.

In this duel, Oaken perfectly demonstrated what stupidity and idiocy meant.

Relying on his heavenly staff, he first abandoned his comrade Quincy, causing the poor guy to be beaten and unable to take care of himself.

Then he arrogantly thought he could deal with Raven and Monroe at the same time, but he ended up losing miserably and became a laughing stock.

By the way, it was even more despicable that he used a heavenly staff in the duel.

As for Riven, although he did not win by burning magic, he was extremely vulgar in the final melee, simply a hooligan.

But winning is winning, there's nothing much to say.

He was ridiculed for his low mental strength, but his image suddenly became taller.

In any case, this battle can be regarded as a model of civilian counterattack and caused a lot of sensation for a while.

As for poor Oaken, he had not been to the White Tower for several days.

In a room full of plants, Christine looked at the briefing in her hand with a smile on her face:
"This Riven can actually beat Oaken, interesting, how did he dodge the Flame Halberd?

But he won in a very rude way."

In the Duke's Mansion, Adam listened to Onivia's description and opened his mouth wide:

"Raven actually beat Oaken? Are you kidding me?"

"Who are you kidding? I said this Riven has potential." Onivia smiled very proudly.

"Yes, yes, I misjudged him. But based on what I know about Oaken, he will definitely not give up."

"That's something to consider, but I don't think he would dare to go too far."

"I hope so."

In the dead of night, the green moonlight shines on the earth, bringing deep dreams to people.

"Damn, why is it here again?"

In her dream, Raven found herself in that world again.

Only this time he was no longer a baby, but a ten-year-old boy.

"Holy shit, what's going on? Role play?"

Raven's expression was serious, this was the third time this had happened, no matter how dumb he was, he knew there was a problem.

But what was the problem? He had no idea.

Raising his hands, he examined his body.
"Wittgenstein, what are you daydreaming about? Why did you stop?"

A stern voice sounded.

The boy lowered his head: "Father, am I distracted?"

Snapped!
He was slapped hard in the face.

"Distracted! Do you know what the consequences are of being distracted during a battle?"

"I don't dare anymore."

“Come again,” the man said, taking a few steps back and getting into a fighting stance.

He was dressed in purple armor with mysterious wheel patterns all over it, and his long hair was flying like a god.

"Huh!"

The boy shouted and started to attack the man.

This is his destiny, to practice day and night.

There is no childhood, no warmth, only training and no rest for a moment.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not get a word of praise from his father.

In his eyes, his father was as tall as a mountain and as cold as an iceberg.

Countless times, he saw his father standing on the top of the palace, overlooking the entire world, but he never looked at him directly.

He was disappointed, confused and in pain, but it was all in vain!
So he realized that if he wanted him to laugh, he had to become strong!
"Ah!" In a few seconds, he was knocked away by a sword.

"If this is all you have, I might get angry and kill you one day!"

The man said coldly.

"Knock me down, you piece of shit!"

Ah!
The boy picked up the sword and rushed forward madly again.

Soon he was kicked away again.

After an unknown amount of time, the boy still failed to beat the man, and instead he was covered in blood.

His father held back at all.

Finally, the man put the sword to his throat:
"You have died at least ten times, you piece of shit. Go back and practice more. I will test you again in a month."

"……understood."

"Damn, is this guy too cold-blooded?" Raven was stunned.

Is there anyone who tortures his own child like this?

"Let go of the sea of ​​consciousness, I will check your soul power."

Wittgenstein did as he was told.

The next moment, Raven felt a surge of consciousness rushing in.

He cried out, suddenly waking up from his dream, gasping for breath.

"What the hell is this dream? Why does it keep happening?"

(End of this chapter)