Lucky Riot And The Mystic Dragon

"You asked for it, shorty!" Lucky Riot didn't mince words any further. His body shot forward mysteriously, the ki shadow surrounding his lower half made seem as if he were a serpent.

Surfing Killer Moccasin Step!

"Ki manifestation! It's really ki manifestation!" Sir Wale was stunned into speechlessness. He suddenly realized he had been worried about the health of the wrong student.

Before anyone but the instructor realized it, Lucky already covered the 10-meter gap separating himself and Curtis Liverpool, so rapidly that the latter failed to react in time. Once Lucky was within one meter of his opponent, he suddenly leaped forward and spun his body 360 degrees while throwing out a series of meteor-like punches! A dozen sky blue fist shadows assaulted the opponent before bursting into thunderous booms.

To Curtis Liverpool, each and every punch was like a thousand-pound boulder hurtling toward his face, c.h.e.s.t, and kidneys at 110 miles per hour!

"Taste my new technique, Collapsing Waves Fist: Barrage of One Hundred Waves!"

Lucky Riot's fist shadows landed on Curtis' body 15 times in rapid succession, making his body repeatedly buckle like a lifeless training dummy. The impact of each punch felt as if the boulder-like weight was suddenly exploding into a molten rock as it hit him, causing even more damage! What Curtis didn't know was that this was the subtle effect of primal ki. If Lucky were to manifest his volatile primal essence ki outside of his body, then this effect would be far more damaging.

Just from holding back, Lucky had even suffered minor injuries to his fist and arm, even some of his blood vessels ruptured. However, he kept punching in spite of the pain. To his shock, his injured wrist started healing almost immediately.

This was Lucky's first time testing out this new technique. He had adapted this technique after surpassing the Great Perfection level of the first style of the Water God Fist Arts. Once one surpassed the Great Perfection level, they reached the Original level! At the Original level, you made the skill your own and walked down a new path of mastery.

The Collapsing Waves Fist: Barrage of One Hundred Waves was exactly an Original Skill.

When the 16th punch landed square in Curtis Liverpool's gut, he immediate coughed out blood, before slumping to his knees. Curtis' eyes were stained with disbelief and unwillingness. He hadn't even made a move, yet he felt like he was on the verge of death! If he knew Kasino was so strong, so fast, then he definitely would not have let him attack first. Perhaps, he wouldn't dare to fight this savage at all!

Barf!

Curtis couldn't hold in his pain, and his dinner from the previous night painted the platform in filth. Lucky sneered indifferently and then walked calmly towards the dumbstruck junior instructor Sir Wale.

"{:-O!" Sir Wale's mouth hung open in an 'O' shape. He was awe and assumed a stunning posture as if he was frozen by the shock of the results.

"Whew~! Lucky, go, go! Yeah! Beat him, beat him!"

"Ho. Ly. SHIT!"

"What the hell just happened?"

"Is this the strength of the record-breaker? Tough."

"That bastard hurt my Curtis! Curtis baby, are you okay?!"

...…

There were different reactions around the grounds. Below the platform, a young man who possessed a rather majestic air around himself had a strange glint in his eyes after watching this fight. This young man was the size of an average a.d.u.l.t male, right under six feet tall, with long brown dreads that hung to his mid-back, and emotionless eyes. Lucky couldn't help but briefly match the gaze of this young man. He felt inwardly astounded once his Perceptive Force State's psyche touched the young man because as soon as it happened, the young man frowned. Lucky quickly retracted his psyche and gave the young man an apologetic nod. The young man seemed appeased, as his face once again became devoid of emotion.

Of course, Lucky Riot only made this gesture because he knew who this young man was. He was the only previous classmate whom Lucky admired from the bottom of his heart! This was the young phenom of the Sinatra clan, Caine Sinatra!

Many students misunderstood this interaction.

"So he was friends with the Sonata Slayer? No wonder, no wonder. Indeed, birds of a feather flock together. They're both so strong and ruthless."

"Caine actually interacted with someone?! I'm stunned."

"Should be the other who interacts with him, right? Anyway, don't force it, he's not that hot. He's just at the seventh level with us juniors."

Meanwhile, even the other half of the class had noticed the commotion. Across the field, even the senior instructor, a scholarly looking middle-aged man wearing glasses and regal attire, had a sharp light flash in his eyes as he observed secretly from a distance.

'The boy is so similar to you in looks that it's scary… However, as his mother said, he is far more… rambunctious indeed,' thought senior instructor Phenomenal Maze. 'How do we tame this mad young man, ah…'

Kenneth Royale was also across the field since he had reached the eighth level of the Hardbody Stage already. He gnashed his teeth, watching Lucky, and swore to slay this annoyance at the first opportunity.

Violet Mercy had stopped her exercise halfway through due to her shock and irritation. Did Kasino just… move so swiftly that even she could barely keep up with his movements? And then he decimated that Curtis Liverpool, whom Violet remembered had once tried to court her. Curtis got defeated in less than 20 punches, less than two full breaths of time. She didn't even believe that she could beat Curtis Liverpool so swiftly. This was genuinely maddening for Violet.

How could this possibly be her ex-fiancé?

If he possessed such strength, such potential, then wouldn't that mean… that her family, the teachers, her new boyfriend, everyone who persuaded her to abandon him were wrong about him?

That she… was wrong about him?

"No… it can't be true… right?" Violet Mercy thought to herself, as she stared in disbelief at the scene on the platform. "No… no… no… why now, why would it be now…"

Less than a week ago, Violet Mercy had crossed a line she thought she was safe to cross. Now she felt so confused.

"Is that him?" came a deep voice from behind her. Violet was startled back to reality and spun around anxiously.

"Jimmy, you don't need too…" Violet grabbed Jim's arm, and reflexively tried to dissuade her boyfriend before he reacted too aggressively. That passionate, if not violent, side of him is what she found attractive in the first place. Violet didn't know if this attracted her because it reminded her of a more assertive Lucky… or if she only liked Lucky because he was like a more reserved version of Jimmy.

Jim Mercury was tall, muscular, and had the physique matching a pro wrestler. He had sharp eyes that were light blue in color and curly brown hair, tied back in a ponytail. His skin was pale, but his face was somewhat angular. He stood at close to eight feet tall and approached the expert level of strength. Jim Mercury's fire arts were solid, and he was already a Silver Rank 1-Star Magus.

Thanks to the body strengthening tablets and mystic freedom tablets that Jimmy had provided her when trying to win her affection, Violet herself was Bronze Rank 1-Star Magus, who was close to reaching the next sub-rank. With Jimmy's help, she felt like she would complete her second arcane circle in no time and ascend to the next sub-rank. This would make her family back in Acadia's Kairo City immensely proud of her!

Violet finally felt like she found a man she could depend on… it was a feeling she didn't realize she was missing until she had it.

She always secretly resented Lucky for being too weak to protect her… and having nothing to offer outside of friendship.

The difference in security, mixed with the pressures from her family made Violet Mercy chose to commit to Jimmy. She thought it would make her family happy that she had chosen someone stronger than Lucky, with a strong family background that could likely intimidate the other's family. After all, Jimmy's family had taken over an entire city, even the Twelve Judgement Stars couldn't stop them! Of course, she didn't want any trouble to befall Lucky or his family.

However, how could she marry the immortal trash or c.o.c.kroach or whatever they were calling him back then? Where would she put her face once their engagement went totally public?

How could the renowned number one angel of Thoth Academy, give her life to the number one wretch?! She had developed these thoughts after spending years in the same class with the Lucky Riot, who never managed to progress. While she was worshipped continuously and adored as a living breathing angel of great talent and bearing. Only recently had others started to consider Margot Frenzy more beautiful than herself, and before today Violet assumed this was because she had already entered the Advanced Academy. The masses weren't able to see her any longer, as Jimmy didn't like the way men ogled her.

In short, Violet Mercury had long since grown arrogant. Of course, seeing Margot Frenzy today made her realize that this girl was indeed becoming more beautiful.

Violet had long since lost faith in Lucky after endless persuasion from her family… she even felt disdain for him. On the outside, she treated him and Capital the same as always. In reality, Violet only bided her time in her heart. After all, they really were her childhood friends. After making it to the Advanced Academy as a Prefect, the other students and even the teachers had told her to let them go. That her life was destined to reach heights that such characters could never imagine. She was taught the secrets of the world and made an oath to never betray that knowledge! At first, she remained loyal to her fiancé and best friend. However, after meeting Jimmy, she slowly changed her stance. Jimmy doted on her, and his aggressive and persistent approach successfully seduced her.

The day they crossed the line was the day Violet gave Jimmy everything.

That day destined Violet to never be friends with Lucky again, much less marry him. How could she talk with him like before when she had already given her all to another man? Forget the idea of marrying him.

From what Violet knew, Lucky would definitely never accept this.

Before today, this mattered to her less and less.

However, Violet's heart currently faced anguish and turmoil.

"Don't bother," Jim Mercury removed Violet's arm from his own in a rough manner, as he spoke to her with disdain, "To think that you still covet this trash. How embarrassing."

"Jimmy, it's nothing, okay?" Violet said in a low voice, less the senior instructor catch them, "I was just surprised, that's it. I'm yours, baby, all yours."

"Hmph," snorted Jim. He was clearly dissatisfied, as a mystic wave of heat begin to emanate from his body, "If he so much as looks at you again, it will be the last time his eyes function properly!"

"No, Jim, stop it!" said Violet anxiously. She definitely didn't want this to escalate, and part of her desperately hoped Lucky would not discover the truth about her and Jimmy before she could break things off with him herself. Now that things had come to this, all she could do was tell him that she wanted a divorce. "I'll speak with him on my own, okay? I'll make sure he knows that I am no longer something he can dream of obtaining."

"You had better, Violet. For if you don't, then I will," spat Jim Mercury furiously. Violet said some more soothing words, and then returned to her morning exercises. However, her body suddenly shook, and she felt like someone's gaze had just left her. Violet suddenly grew horrified. Merely, she wasn't brave enough to turn around again. Behind them, Kenneth Royale smiled evilly as his thoughts changed after witnessing that little lover's quarrel. Unlike Lucky, Kenneth had already managed to break through to the eighth level of the Hardbody Mystic Stage. After eavesdropping on this juicy conversation, he formed a conspiracy.

Maybe he would have another method to deal with that waste, Kasino.

Merely, if Kenneth was able to overhear, then how could any of this escape the perception of Lucky Riot? He had been zoned in on Violet since he first noticed her. His perceptive force had grown powerful enough to reflect smells, sounds, and the general outline of the surroundings for 50 meters around himself. The perception was only clearer if he focused on a target, and the range also doubled.

Although he couldn't hear everything clearly, he had heard enough to understand the situation. Lucky grumbled and s.u.c.k.e.d his teeth, "So it turns out you were so cheap, tch."

Lucky felt a bit hurt, but he wasn't so torn up about it. After all, this was a marriage set up by his step father, whom he hated. If it weren't for Violet being so beautiful and pleasant as a friend, Lucky would have never trusted her even for a second. It seems he should never have done so at all.

Lucky reminded himself to never let a pretty face lead him astray. After learning what Amenophis had told him about Marc Raizen, he could only label this chick as a double agent. Lucky decided to trust nothing that had anything to do with his step-father. It was likely all a trap to destroy himself. Even the love of his life, his own mother, was now in question until further investigation. After all, she married the creep and has been with him Lucky's entire life. They even had a child together!

This was not a sensible decision. Therefore, Lucky had to assume that this woman might have lost her right mind at some point.

"To think, I almost let myself get caught up in infatuation," Lucky felt disdain for himself of ten minutes ago. He turned toward the voice of the loudest cheer and looked at Margot Frenzy. She currently yelled in excitement like a freak, in his honor, and a smile crept onto Lucky's face. He actually felt quite warm. So what if the purple chick was loose? He still had genuine friends, and newfound love to call his own. Lucky decided to look for Bravo later to reconcile their differences.

After all, they were going to be family eventually. After the other night, Margot Frenzy already belonged to Lucky Riot in mind and body.

This smile of Lucky's actually dazzled a few of the girls in the surroundings, and Maggie was no exception. She blushed and turned away, seeing the heat in her man's gaze.

"Oh wow…" said a tall female warrior with a magnificent physique and attractive features, "I think… I'm falling for him."

"No way, Rhonda, weren't you just calling him a waste?" said one of her admirers despairingly. He was a short young man with broad shoulders and blonde hair, wearing an expensive-looking helmet. He sounded utterly unsatisfied as he spat in contempt, "That kid has a little skill, I'll admit that. However, I believe that it was Curtis underestimating the opposition that led to his downfall, more so than this kid's prowess or anything else. He's tough, but could he be as tough as us who have spent years in the Advanced Academy?"

"Everyone makes mistakes, Timmy… do you think yourself stronger than that new guy with the dreads?" said Rhonda Nottingham with a sparkle in her eyes. However, she suddenly caught a chill.

It felt like a fierce beast lurked nearby.

When she turned her head, she saw Margot Frenzy staring daggers at her, making a cold sweat appear on her back. However, she still let her gaze, which contained a particular heat, return to that ever so handsome brown boy on the platform. His prowess in the previous fight had even made her sticky, "I made a mistake before… and you're making the same one now. He's not normal. At least I wouldn't be able to defeat Liverpool in such an imposing and effortless manner. What was that attack again? Collapsing Waves Fist: Barrage of One Hundred Waves, or something? Such style! I wonder where he learned such a technique? Could he really be a noble disguised as a commoner? No commoner can fight like that!"

"Tch," Timothy Casque s.u.c.k.e.d his teeth in indignation, before replying in his mind, "If I manage to break through to the eighth level, what will he even count as?"

Of course, he didn't dare to say this out loud. Breaking through to the eighth level from seventh was almost equivalent to traversing two levels instead of one. If a warrior with a seventh level Hard Body had double the strength of a sixth level practitioner, then an eighth level hard body's power increased by at least 3.5 from the seventh level!

All of this was due to one reason alone. Mystic essence strength! Once at the eighth level, a Hard Body Stage practitioner would be able to release mystical essence from their bodies in different forms. For a magus is this would be refined into magic power or mana. For a warrior, it was refined into natural force, also called ki! This was the fundamental stage for all warriors because, after the eighth level of the Hardbody realm, the journey of mystic artists truly began!

Anyone under the eighth level simply didn't understand the outside world at all. Unless they hailed from prominent families that were willing to instruct them on these things.

Lucky Riot remained unaware of these few ogling girls' antics, and even less aware that he had another jealous sap painting a target on his back. After his thoughts of Maggie passed, so did his near dazzling smile. His face returned to the picture of indifference. The radiance of said smile already stunned many people, including those who may have previously known Lucky.

After all, his genuine smiling face from before was not something this young man showed very easily. It could be said to be as rare as seeing a purple unicorn with a platinum horn.

"Instructor, don't you want to announce the results?" Called out Margot Frenzy, annoyed with all the female warriors that kept ogling Lucky, and the males who looked on spitefully. At this point, she just wanted him to descend from the platform, or she would have to go up!