Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Chapter 70: [Club house] [11] [One v/s Fifteen]

Chapter 70: [Club house] [11] [One v/s Fifteen]

"Wait! Wait! Wait!"

As little reasoning returned to Azariah's mind, he shouted, raising both his hands along with his weapon in defeat.

All of them were two years older, had more experience, and were higher in rank than him.

Not to mention the lack of mana he was facing and the problem he just had where he nearly died while his body became a mess.

No matter how Azariah saw his situation, it appeared bleak, with no chance of winning against them.

All fifteen of them stopped right in front of him, glancing back for the prince's instructions.

"Hey, fucking idiots, look at me!" Azariah once again shouted, capturing their attention.

"You think you can just walk away after beating me? Did you forget who I am? Who my mother is?"

Hearing his words, a conflicting expression emerged on their faces, while some even showed fear in their eyes.

"Do you know, Azariah," Prince Johnathan said, "when you punched me last time, I asked your mother respectfully what I should do if that happens again?"

"....Fuck," Azariah cursed softly.

"She said if he can't defend himself, it's his fault," the Prince continued with a grin. "She won't interfere in our matter."

"Oliy! I need help!" He shouted, attempting to alert Oliver, who stood outside.

"Don't bother; no sound will escape this room," Ivan informed, lounging comfortably on the sofa with his legs stretched out on the table in front while siding the laptop.

"What are you waiting for?" Johnathan demanded, glaring at the other students.

"Whoever moves first is gay!" He shouted once more, causing them to pause.

"Restrain him!" Ivan roared angrily, snapping them out of their hesitation.

"We don't need to do this, do we?" Azariah tried to reason with them again but they remained silent.

"I can take care of him," one of the students said, attempting to impress the prince as he advanced towards Azariah. "Why do we have to—ARGHH!!"

But as soon as he got close, Azariah struck his collarbone with his hammer, causing him to cry out in pain before he grabbed his hand.

"Crack."

The sound of cartilage breaking echoed in the room as Azariah landed his knee on his nose while jerking him close.

'Thud.'

"Uaaaaa."

With a resonant 'thud,' the second-year student fell to the ground before coiling up like a ball in pain.

"Okay, two at a time, please," he gloomily requested, taking a step back as their focus remained on the student lying on the ground.

"Aaahh!!"

Emerging from their stupor, three of them rushed towards him, their swords and spears slicing through the air.

He dodged the sword attacks, backing off while parrying the spears with his hammer.

"Argh..."

One of them quickly dropped his sword as he rushed behind him, locking his arm around his neck, causing Azariah to groan in pain.

"Huff..."

Two more rushed at him from the rest, grabbing both his arms and neutralizing him.

"Urgh.."

The one holding the spear tried to make a cut on his leg, but Azariah shifted forward, raised his knees, and absorbed the impact of the spear body on his thigh before he jerked his hand without weapon free.

"Fuck off!"

Shouting, he threw his hammer on the ground, watching as it bounced back and perfectly landed in his other hand.

Smack!!

"ARGHHHH!!"

Raising his hammer high, he struck the head of the one holding his hand, making him cry out in anguish and grab his head.

"Urgh.. urgh..."

Azariah then repeatedly elbowed the stomach of the one locking his arm around his neck until he loosened his grip.

"ARghh."

Grabbing him by the face, he pulled him forward before delivering two kicks to his knees, causing him to stumble, followed by a brutal kick to his chest.

"Huff... Twelve more."

Huffing, he mumbled as he looked at the remaining students.

But he immediately regretted his decision to boast as two of the injured students stood up again, ready to fight.

Ivan and Johnathan also stood up from the sofa and moved to the side.

"Haah."

Sighing heavily, he tightened his grip on his hammer as four of them rushed at him.

Baam!!

His hammer left a trail of black as he hit one of them charging at him from the left, but his it did little damage because he blocked it with his shield.

"Arghh.. Fuck..."

His hand tinged with numbness from the impact, and taking advantage of it, one of the students rushed at him from the front while another approached from the right.

Judging from the lack of time, he hastily kicked the one in front before swiftly twisting his body and swinging his hammer at the one on the right.

-pukkk!!

The hammer hit his jaw hard, knocking him to the ground as his blood splattered around.

"Fuck, fuck!!"

However, that wasn't the end, because this time all the remaining students rushed at him at once.

Baam!!

"ARghh!!"

Azariah tried to back off, but before he could come up with any plan, two of them quickly rushed at him, placing their shoulders on his stomach and picking him up before slamming him hard onto the table.

Azariah gritted his teeth, enduring the pain that rushed through his back as he struggled to get up.

"Urgh...Cough.."

But his struggle only increased as one of them wrapped their arm around his neck, strangling him, while another snatched his hammer from his hand.

Desperately tapping on the table, Azariah tried to draw in a breath, but couldn't. As he moved his hand around, it fell on the laptop.

"ARGHH!!!"

Flapping the laptop closed, he picked it up and slammed it twice onto the face of the one strangling him, loosening his grip.

"ARGhh!!"

Shifting his target, he hit the head of the one holding him down by his stomach, but he didn't release him, instead dragging him by his leg on the ground below.

"Urghh."

Azariah groaned in pain as hitting the ground knocked the breath out of him, but he quickly shook his head and tried to get up on his feet.

"Huff...Huff.."

His breath came out in ragged gasps as he surveyed his surroundings; the students that could fight were already on their feet.

"Ahhhh!"

But his focus shifted as one of them rushed at him with a triangular shield in his hand.

Bare-handed, Azariah dodged his attack, trying to find his way out of this.

The guy with the shield tried to knock him out by swinging his shield at his face, but Azariah shifted his body backwards before grabbing the shield.

"Aaahh!!"

Using his full force, he snatched the shield away from his hand before rushing at him.

"ARGHHH."

The shield guy groaned in pain as his back hit the wall, but Azariah didn't give him much time as he shifted the shield, placing it on his chest.

"Smack!!"

The shield guy had nowhere left to move as Azariah repeatedly punched his face until blood gushed out of his mouth.

"ARGhh, fuck!!"

A startled cry escaped Azariah's mouth as he felt an agonizing pain on his back, his vision blurring slightly as he turned to touch his back.

There, he felt it—the handle of a knife piercing his back right below his shoulder, sending a wave of pain through his entire body.

As Azariah turned back, his gaze landed on the guy who stabbed him from behind. Before Azariah could say anything, he struck again with another knife.

"ARGHHHH!!"

Azariah groaned again as he raised his hand in defense, the knife piercing his forearm of his left hand.

"Hufff...hufff..."

He took deep breaths as he looked at the remaining students, his mind consumed by anger.

Glaring at them, he grabbed the handle of the knife and yanked it out of his wound.

"Shut up, El," he muttered to himself as blood started to drip down his forearm.

"Haah!!"

One of them launched at him, swinging his spear, but Azariah shifted backwards, narrowly dodging the attack before launching himself at him, grabbing his hand.

"Muspelh."

A low whimper left Azariah's mouth before his hand strain with blood, touching the spear guy's hand, ignited.

"ARGHHH!!"

He cried in pain as his skin started to burn, but Azariah quickly willed the fire to vanish, making sure he didn't burn anyone to death.

"Sob..Sob.."

But the damage was already done as the guy fell on his knees, sobbing, grabbing his hand, which was completely disfigured, with even parts of his bone visible.

"Ahhh!"

The others quickly ran towards him, ready to detain him as they launched forward.

"Neplh."

Azariah mumbled, waving his hand in front of him splattering his blood, and just a second later, the ground floor turned into ice, making two of them slip on it.

"Musp—."

Ba-dump!!

But he stopped midway as his heart throbbed in pain, making him stumble forward while his vision blurred again.

The others took advantage of it as they quickly detained him, kicking the back of his knees to make him kneel before placing their legs on top of them.

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