noveltune Chapter 108 Duel
Chapter 108 Duel
The atmosphere in the hall grew electrified as Silas and Vic took their stances, facing each other. David and Angelica moved to the side, eager to spectate, anticipation gleaming in their eyes. Silas stood calmly with one hand tucked into his pocket, while Vic cracked his knuckles and tilted his head, loosening up for the fight ahead.
Vic continued to warm up, his knuckles popping as he sized Silas up. After a moment, he settled into his fighting stance, his gaze never wavering from Silas, who still had his hand in his pocket, unfazed.
"Are you trying to mock me by keeping a hand in your pocket, mate?" Vic sneered, a slight frown creasing his forehead.
"Not at all," Silas replied with a chuckle, slowly pulling his hand out and clenching it, his expression sharpening as he prepared to fight.
For a moment, they merely glared at each other, each waiting for the other to make the first move. The hall was silent but for the sound of their measured breaths, the tension thickening with each passing second.
"Are you just gonna stand there and stare at me all day?" Vic taunted, a smirk tugging at his lips as he gestured at Silas to come at him. "Come on, mate! Don't be a coward!"
Silas took a steadying breath and, without another word, sprinted forward, catching Vic off guard with the sudden burst of speed. Silas closed the gap between them in an instant, his fist drawn back as he prepared to strike. Vic tensed, bracing himself. As Silas's fist shot toward him, Vic sidestepped at the last moment, narrowly dodging the punch, and swung his own fist toward Silas's head in response. But Silas ducked, the attack slicing harmlessly through the air.
Without missing a beat, Silas leaped back to create some distance, then immediately lunged forward again, his fist aimed at Vic's chest. This time, Vic managed to cross his arms defensively, absorbing the brunt of the impact. The force of Silas's blow sent Vic staggering backward, his arms throbbing from the intensity of the hit.
'Even when he's holding back... he's still this strong? I'm glad I'm his friend, not his enemy,' Vic thought, regaining his balance with a determined gleam in his eye. He quickly composed himself, unwilling to let Silas see him falter. Experience new stories on empire
"What was that surge of energy I just sensed?" Klaus mused to himself. Driven by curiosity, he pushed the door open and stepped into the hall, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on the commotion near the center.
Inside, the students had all turned their attention to the ongoing duel. When Klaus's gaze fell on Silas and Vic, he felt a spark of intrigue. "Ah, so that's where the energy came from," he murmured, watching intently. "But the question is... which one of them was responsible for that power surge?"
Meanwhile, Vic wasn't done yet. Letting out a fierce battle cry, he stomped his foot on the ground, and three makeshift earthen spears rose from the floor, hovering in the air. Without warning, he launched the spears at Silas with unrestrained speed.
The earthen projectiles sliced through the air, each spear aimed to hit Silas with pinpoint accuracy. As the first spear closed in, Silas shifted to the side, narrowly avoiding it. The second spear came at him from a different angle, but Silas crouched low, allowing it to soar harmlessly overhead.
Silas straightened, his eyes locking onto the final spear as it neared him. With a swift, decisive move, he thrust his hand forward, catching the spear mid-flight. In one fluid motion, he spun and hurled it back at Vic.
Vic's eyes widened in shock as his own spear flew back toward him. Reacting in the last second, he raised his hands and summoned an earthen wall that sprang up between him and the incoming spear, blocking it just in time.
Whoosh!
But Silas wasn't finished. Before Vic could lower the wall, Silas charged forward, his body a blur of motion. He swung his fist with brutal force, shattering the barrier, and his momentum carried his fist forward, connecting squarely with Vic's face. The blow sent Vic sprawling backward, the impact leaving him momentarily dazed.
From a few meters away, Klaus continued to observe, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he watched Silas with a keen eye. His lips curled into a faint, unreadable smile as he observed the young fighter. "Impressive..." he muttered to himself, his gaze lingering on Silas Griswold.