Strongest Warlock - Wizard World Irregular

Chapter 114: Just As Planned

Ten minutes after the battle started, George was panting for breath, and his clothes were dyed with his own blood.

His opponent had really strong Martial Skills, and could also use Magic, which put him in a great disadvantage.

What made matters worse was the fragrance that was being released by the flowers around him, greatly reducing his ability to fight.

After Ethan's battle with the Jaeger Manor, the candidates of the Terra Manor had a meeting and all voted to use a similar strategy to fight against their next opponents.

They were the proud members of the Terra Manor, and none of them would stoop so low as to use a disgusting spell like Ethan did.

Instead, they opted to use something sweet smelling, where the side effects would only last for half a day. So far, their strategy worked.

Kurt decided not to use this strategy because he already planned to use his strongest spell at the very start of the match to beat Ethan.

Unfortunately, Ethan was thinking of the same thing, and used his Partial Resonance to put a quick end to their battle.

"Give it up, George," Evelyn stated. "You will only suffer if you continue this fight."

"You talk as if you already won this match," George said as he used the back of his hand to wipe away the blood that flowed out of the corner of his lips.

"You really want to suffer that much, huh?" Evelyn's eyes became cold as he pointed her sword in her opponent's direction. "Is this your pride talking?"

"Evelyn, for the longest time ever, there has one thing I'd like to say to you." George momentarily broke his fighting stance, which made Evelyn pause for a bit.

"What is it?" Evelyn asked with a sneer. "Are you going to tell me that you like me, so that I will show mercy to you?"

"Me telling you that I like you? Hell no." George spat on the ground as if the thought of telling Evelyn that he was in love with her was revolting. "Why would I like someone whose feet smell like Athlete's Foot? Girl, you should really wash your feet properly. It smells like you've stepped on poop every time we are together"

"George, you bastard!" Evelyn shouted in shame, and anger before charging at the hateful man with her sword raised high, ready to hack him to death.

George's face became pale due to Evelyn's sudden outburst, making him unable to dodge as he stood rooted on the spot.

"Die, you monkey!" Evelyn roared as she slashed her sword down, using all of her strength in her attack.

At that exact moment, George did the unthinkable and took a step forward in order to meet Evelyn's decisive blow.

Everyone in the stands covered their eyes because they thought that the young man would be sliced in half due to Evelyn's full-powered strike.

However, something unexpected happened.

Because George had also moved towards Evelyn, her sword swing wasn't able to hit its target because George's body was mere centimeters away from her.

But, that wasn't the unexpected part.

When George decided to close the gap between him and his opponent, he tripped, and his head collided with Evelyn's chin.

This made the latter's world spin, and before everyone's eyes, Evelyn collapsed on the ground unconscious.

George, who was also lying on the ground, cried out in pain as he massaged his forehead.

"What a hard chin you have," George complained as he slowly propped himself up from the ground.

Suddenly, Professor Barret appeared beside Evelyn and checked her condition. After making sure that the pretty lady was fine, he stood up and pointed at George, who was still rubbing his head.

"Winner, George Marshal!"

"Huh?" George blinked in confusion after hearing Professor Barret's words. "I won?"

"You did." Professor Barret nodded.

"I did?"

"Yes."

It took George a few seconds to finally realize that he had won the match. After making sure that he didn't mishear Professor Barret's declaration, the Third Year of Dud Manor ran his hands over his hair and raised his chin in an arrogant manner.

"Just as planned," George stated.

The corner of Professor Barret's lips twitched after hearing George's shameless claim that things went according to his plan.

Even the students in the Grand Stadium had the strong urge to spit at the shameless young man, who dared to tell a lady that she had smelly feet.

Although they didn't know that George had tripped in his desperate struggle to win his match, all of them believed that he just got lucky.

They also felt sorry for Evelyn, who was now being carried away by the medics to the infirmary, who were also her Manor Mates.

All of them made sure to glare at George, with some of the girls even kicking his leg, making the latter cry out in pain.

"Professor! Isn't this foul play? Why aren't you doing anything?" George complained after the girls of Terra Manor kicked him repeatedly to vent out their anger.

"What foul play?" Professor Barret, who was busy cleaning his monocle with both hands, asked. "I didn't see anything?"

This time, it was George's lips that twitched after seeing the biased treatment between him and the girls of Terra Manor.

However, he soon regained his composure and even struck a pose, flexing his muscles to everyone.

"Hahaha! Did you see that?" George asked the crowd. "This is how strong I am when I get serious!"

"Boooo!"

"Scram!"

"Bastard!"

"You're the one with smelly feet!"

The students booed George who was creating a ruckus on top of the arena. Clearly, his victory had gone to his head, and he was now in the mood to brag in front of everyone.

Henry, who was watching his best friend's antics from the side, covered his head in shame and pretended that he didn't know him.

In the end, it was Professor Barret who put an end to George's clowning around by kicking his butt and sending him flying out of the arena.

The Professor also made sure to cast a spell on the ground, making it very soft, allowing it to act like a trampoline to dampen George's fall.

The Headmaster of Brynhildr Academy chuckled after seeing this scene because it had been a while since he had seen the members of Dud Manor become this lively.