(Chapter Eleven: He Likes to Court Death)
Oki said to Mokuroumaru, who was about to take the stage, "Make sure he learns just how formidable the third-years are. Give him a good beating." How dare he embarrass me? I'll make sure he learns what regret feels like, Oki thought.
"Don't worry, sensei. I'll beat him until he's crying and begging for mercy," Mokuroumaru said with a vicious grin. They loved teaching a lesson to kids who didn't know their place.
Soon, Mirai and Mokuroumaru were standing in the arena below.
"Rat! I heard your arrogant boasting on the way here. I don't know what underhanded trick you used to beat those four third-years, but don't think they represent the level of all third-year students. Those four were the bottom of the barrel. You think beating them means you can beat me?"
Mirai glanced at Mokuroumaru, then paid him no further attention.
"Begin!" the referee announced.
Whoosh! Mirai vanished from where he stood and appeared in front of Mokuroumaru in the blink of an eye. Mokuroumaru froze, unable to react in time. Mirai had already punched him in the face.
Pfft! Blood sprayed from Mokuroumaru's face, and his body tipped backward. Mirai quickly grabbed his wrist and yanked him back, then drove another punch into his stomach.
"Ugh!" Mokuroumaru let out a scream. Blood from his nose and saliva spilled together as Mirai twisted in midair and planted a foot in his back.
Boom!!
The stone floor shattered. Mokuroumaru screamed again, then passed out. The room fell silent. Students and teachers stared at Mirai in disbelief, their eyes wide. Could someone with that kind of strength really be a first-year student?
It took a while for everyone to come to their senses. They hurriedly called for the medical staff to carry