Leveling Up by Defiling Milfs-Chapter 62: Ch: KABOOM!!
Daniel shifted his gaze back to Marco, who was demonstrating the basic deflection technique to Zenim and Vraden.
*Whoosh*
"Yes, yes. When someone strikes meet his strike," said Marco. "Now, let’s start the one on one. Rules are simple, you can only hit each other’s arms as hard as you can until the person give up, and Lady Belinda will heal you. Right Belinda!"
"Yes!" she said, her voice came faint.
"You heard that, now let’s start," Marco announced.
He paired the shamans off one by one—Daniel versus Bernard, Vraden versus Jerald, Zenim versus Pise, Brad versus Molex, and Tridon versus Zushio.
Marco positioned them at the points of a pentagon, keeping them spaced apart.
"I hope you’ll entertain me, Daniel," Bernard said, leveling his staff.
Daniel turned and met his eyes. "I was about to say the same."
"Status," he whispered.
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Name: Bernard Crent
Age: 19
HP: 1500/1500
Mana: 300/300
Description: A hardworking person who dreams of becoming a warrior. He desires immense power to wipe out evil for humanity’s sake, believing that as long as his intentions are righteous, his actions will be too.
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"Start!" Marco boomed.
Immediately, Bernard charged with a fierce vertical swing.
*Whoosh*
*THWACK*
Daniel blocked it solidly, gripping the edges of his staff firmly, his feet unmoving.
"Hmm... you’re not that bad..." Bernard said, teasingly.
"Same goes for you," Daniel replied.
They traded blows, the crack of wood echoing across the field. Marco scanned the pairs from the center. Lady Belinda watched from the sidelines, amused.
*Thwack-Thak-Thwack-Thak*
*Whoosh*
*Bang*
"Agh... that hurts," Bernard grunted, rubbing his right forearm.
Daniel had successfully landed the hit when Bernard overcommitted.
"Give up, Bernard."
"Hell no," he shouted, charging again.
Within five minutes, Brad won against Molex. As Molex limped toward Lady Belinda, Marco zapped the ground in front of him.
"Only after, everyone finishes their spar," Marco said, "now go back and sit."
Molex obeyed.
*Whoosh*
*Bang*
Daniel struck Bernard’s right arm again.
"Ouch..." Bernard hissed, pacing around his opponent.
’Hmm... does this guy think he’s playing smart?’ he thought, eyes narrowing at Daniel. ’He’s only blocking my attacks. Heh... does he even realise, I’m letting him hit on purpose."
Bernard smiled inwardly, his expression hardening.
"It’s about time for me to get serious, Daniel," he muttered.
Daniel raised his guard, eyes narrowing.
Bernard charged like a bull, his swings fast and powerful. Marco’s eyes followed every move as they sparred fiercely. Daniel barely held his ground.
*Thwack-Thwack-Thwack-BANG!*
Bernard hit him hard.
Pain exploded across Daniel’s arm. He dropped to the ground behind him, his quarterstaff skidding away. A red welt burned across his arm, and his hand swept over it as pain flared.
’Agh... I didn’t expect him to strike over and over again. Fuck!’ he muttered under his breath.
Bernard stepped closer, his staff balanced lazily on his shoulder. He sent Daniel’s staff sliding forward with a kick.
"Pick it up..." he said, amused.
Daniel remained silent as he rose, gripping his staff, his eyes locked on Bernard—expression hard. Until now, he had taken him lightly—now he didn’t.
He exhaled deeply. "Come on, then..."
Bernard grinned wickedly and lunged forward. But to his surprise, Daniel didn’t raise his guard—Instead, he met Bernard’s attack head-on.
*Thak-Thak-Thak*
...
With all the other spars finished, only Daniel’s remained. The others took their seats along the sidelines, eyes fixed on the two as they faced off.
"Hey, who do you think who will win?"
"I think bernard, because he is physically gifted."
"I don’t know but I think Daniel will win."
"Let’s see... but I’m betting on Bernard. Come on Bernard!!"
The crowd buzzed with chatter and cheers, but neither of them heard it. They were already in the zone.
Blow after blow, they attacked and defended perfectly against each other. Neither was the type to give up easily.
"Haah... haah... what? Feeling tired already? Hehe..." said Bernard teasingly.
"No..." Daniel said evenly. "I was just giving you time to breathe."
*Thwack-Thwack*
’Fuck, what is this feeling. My palm is itching for some reason,’ Daniel murmured under his breath.
’Shit, why is my palm having that tingling sensation again,’ Bernard muttered under his breath.
*Thak-Thak-Thwack-Spark*
’Huh?’
’Huh?’
Both felt a sudden jolt of electricity—but it wasn’t like someone had zapped them. It seemed to flow from their own palms. Their arms burned from the blows they’d exchanged, and their palms were flushed red.
From afar, Marco felt a surge—thunder rolling, an explosion tearing through the air.
"Wait... could it be...?" he murmured, eyes locked on the scene.
Meanwhile, Lady Belinda cast her healing spell on the others, but her gaze remained fixed on the two sparring fiercely.
They exchanged blows in silence. Daniel unleashed his full strength, striking so fiercely that the top of Bernard’s staff splintered.
*Thwack-Thwack-Snap!*
’What is this power, is he even human?’ he muttered, instantly blocking Daniel’s blow.
The tables had turned—Bernard was now on the defensive while Daniel attacked with fierce precision.
The crowd cheered even louder than ever.
"Come on Bernard! Hold your ground!"
"Daniel! Keep it up!"
*Thwack-Thwack-Spark-Spark*
Marco stiffened. ’Oh lord. It’s finally happening...’
Bernard couldn’t hold back and unleashed his final attack, but at the last moment, Daniel saw it, deflected the strike, and redirected it.
In one fluid motion, his counter slammed into Bernard’s jaw.
*Bang!*
A moment of silence hung between them—until Bernard broke it.
"How dare you hit my face! Didn’t Master tell us to strike only the arms?" he said, his expression serious.
"Hah... as if I care about the rules. Here, now pick it up," Daniel replied, kicking the staff back to him.
Bernard slowly picked up the staff and swung it at Daniel’s calf.
*Bang!*
"Agh!!" Daniel screamed, hopping on one leg while clutching the other with both hands.
"You... bast... ard!" Daniel leapt over him.
*Whack!-Swish!-Bam!*
What started as a friendly spar had turned into a full-blown fist fight.
Bernard caught his hand, both burning with rage. Suddenly, sparks erupted from their palms.
’Oh, shit...’ Marco muttered, rushing toward them.
But he was too late to stop it.
*BOOM!*
