Endless Horde: Through the Eyes of a Godking

Chapter 124: Cedric's Turn

Garrick was assisted by some freshmen towards the infirmary.

With Garrick's match over, the rest of the Freshmen automatically turned to Cedric.

Well, he's their only hope left if they want to experience even a single victory in this 'party'.

"...your batchmates are looking at you." Chrissy pointed out.

"I'm aware." Cedric smiled wryly. "It's actually not just them."

Of course, he's aware of the looks he's receiving. He doesn't even need to look to notice them, even if he were to suppress his senses to its bare minimum, he'd still feel them.

"My, it seems that everybody here is thinking the same thing." The instigator suddenly announced, catching everybody's attention.

His eyes were locked on Cedric's position, a glint of mischievousness was obvious as he gazed at the freshman.

"This year's Top Rookie, Cedric Stormrider, right?" The instigator asked, "I wasn't expecting you to be close to our Faries! It seems that you three share a deep connection from what I can see."

"Motherfucker..." Erica swore quietly and in disbelief after hearing the host's words. Chrissy, on the other hand, narrowed her eyes at the man, her sharp gaze promising a world of hurt because of his transgression.

The host saw this and started sweating, but of course, he didn't show it. He deliberately ignored the death stares of the girls and focused his attention on Cedric — who was seemingly staring at his soul with a placid gaze as if he could see through his every thought.

"My relationship with the both of them...has nothing to do with you or anybody else except these two. Instead of using the girls to provoke a reaction out of me, why don't you just say what you really want to say?"

His flat and sonorous voice echoed throughout the arena, causing the audience to have varying reactions.

Some were shocked, some were outraged by the lack of respect in his tone, while others found it funny. Either way, the host was seemingly thrown out of the loop by his words, obvious by the way he flapped his gums without words coming out.

Gathering his composure after the surprising diss he received, the instigator cleared his throat and said:

"Very well, I'm merely curious if you plan on participating in a match against us Seniors."

"Can I fight you then?" Cedric asked, causing the host to be dumbfounded and for the girls beside him to giggle.

"I-I'm not included in the roster..."

"Hmm, that's a shame but why say 'us' when you're not included?" Cedric rhetorically asked, much to the embarrassment of the host. "Whatever. Just one match, right?"

"Yes. One match." The host wisely minimized his words to prevent any further rebuke from this freshman.

"...sure, why not?" Cedric then stood up and looked at the girls, "BRB, just have to handle this."

"Go ahead." Erica replied while Chrissy just smiled at him.

Cedric then marched towards the arena with a relaxed gait, seemingly unaffected by the glares of other older students.

"Who would like to fight?" The host asked.

"Anyone would do." Cedric replied, "I'm not picky."

His flat tone and nonchalant attitude grind the gear of the Older Students. To them, it felt like he was looking down on them and they simply couldn't allow this to pass.

"I'll do it."

"No, I! Let me teach this arrogant prick a lesson!"

"How about I do it instead?"

"Hold your horses! Let me fight him, instead!"

The older students who were part of the roster argued about who was going to fight Cedric.

Cedric of course didn't do anything to stop them. On the other side of the arena, the host of this party was smiling wryly at their display. Who knew that Cedric was daring enough to ruffle the feathers of the older students? It seems that he's very confident in himself or just plainly arrogant.

After arguing for about five minutes, the Older Students finally settled on who was fighting him.

"Ha! Trust me, I'll put this kid in his place!" A Sophomore with a large body walked forward.

Veins bulged out of his forehead as he glared at Cedric while releasing a ferocious fighting spirit.

"You're done for, Kid. I'll give you a beating that you'd feel for days! Every time you feel pain, you will remember my name — Alastor!"

"...you sound like some two-bit villain from a really bad movie. I didn't know that people actually do that in real life, you even sound like you've been waiting since forever to say those words. How long have you been practicing that in front of a mirror?"

"Pfff!"

"Hehe...hehehehe..."

Pretty much everyone did their best to hold their laughter. Some succeeded while others failed. Either way, that only served as fuel that made Alastor angrier than he already was.

"Start this goddamn fight already!" He growled at the host.

"S-Start!" The host yelled in fright.

Boom!

Alastor didn't waste time. As soon as he got the signal, he promptly disappeared from his spot and appeared right behind Cedric with his fist cocked back.

The freshmen were frightened by the burst of speed and yelled for Cedric to watch out.

With a mighty grunt, Alastor threw his punch, eager to break a couple of Cedric's bones. Unfortunately, he's bound to be disappointed.

Boom!

A large dust of smoke appeared as soon as Alastor's hit connected. The arena's floors shattered under the might of his blow. But even with the smoke, everybody could tell that Alastor's first attack didn't land on Cedric but on the ground instead. They just didn't know how it happened.

An unnamed Senior Studen who was closely watching the match and was rather proud of his sharp senses, saw how it happened clearly, though.

"Just before the hit connected, the freshman reacted swiftly. He 'pushed' Alastor's arm with minimal effort, causing his attack to change directions. He didn't even bother looking at it." He softly muttered.

He's right. That's exactly what Cedric did. And to add more insult to the injury, he even went back to the same spot he was standing before with his back against Alastor.

The sophomore on the other hand was confused. He didn't know what happened just now but he knew that Cedric did something.

'It doesn't matter! A fight doesn't end with just a single exchange!' He exclaimed inwardly as he kicked up his speed to deliver another solid punch to Cedric.

This time however, he saw what happened clearly, in fact he even felt it better.

Just as his punch was about to make contact with Cedric, the freshman responded by slapping, yes slapping, his punch to the side, causing his fist to land on the ground all while gazing flatly at his eyes.

Even with his facemask on, Alastor could tell the boredom in his expression, and that made him even angrier.

This results in Alastor putting more effort into punching Cedric. But even with that, Cedric just reacted all the same - by slapping his attacks away like they're some nuisance.

At this point, everybody could see the fight unfolding...if they could even call this a fight. The longer it goes, the angrier Alastor gets and the more bored Cedric seems to be.

The freshmen felt refreshed while the older students were gobsmacked. They weren't expecting Cedric to be this audacious and strong at the same time. The majority of them wouldn't even dare to think about doing what Cedric was doing, much less dare to actually do so. Yet here Cedric was, doing it with relative ease.

"Fight me properly!" Alastor growled in anger towards Cedric.

"Oh damn, I forgot you could talk." Cedric sounded mildly surprised for a bit. "With how violent you were, I started seeing you as a mindless beast, my bad."

"Damn you!!"

His condescending tone just made Alastor angrier than before, which resulted in more reckless punching, which somehow proves Cedric's point. Yet even with his increased ferocity, Cedric's way of retaliation remained the same.

"Fucking brat! Fight me properly, I demand it!"

To this, Cedric only sighed. Seemingly peeved, on the next exchange, instead of slapping the attack away, he fluidly twisted his body and planted his foot firmly into Alastor's guts, sending him flying and crashing toward the barrier of the arena much to everybody's surprise.

"I'm tired of this...hey you!" Cedric turned to the host, who was momentarily frightened by the sudden call out. "Why haven't you ended the match already? Didn't you see this guy breaking the rules?"

"Hah!?" Alastor suddenly bounced back at the sudden accusation. "What does that mean?"

"You said that you'd be limiting your strength to Tier 3 against us, right?" Cedric refuted, "Ask yourself then. Were your previous dozens of punches at the realm of someone who's supposed to be Tier 3?"

"..." his words caused the entire venue to become silent. Even Alastor himself blanched when he realized this.

"You were damn near using your entire strength in your desperation to land a single solid hit on my body. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if you told me that you're actually trying to kill me. I thought this was supposed to be a spar. What happened to that?"

Cedric then turned to the host with a bored gaze and asked: "So? Are you just gonna stare at me? Do your job for crying out loud!"

"R-right! Winner, Cedric Stormrider of the Freshmen Camp!"

"Wooohoooo!!!"