Professionals know their opponent by the ways they perform.
It was the first time Zayn was ever properly crossing hands with a perfect class elite.
His last encounter with the perfect class Ezra was not a duel; it was a pursuit in which the more powerful party reserved the bulk of his powers.
Ezra never thought that Zayn was his equal in that battle, so favonovel.com never fought favonovel.com with the proper acknowledgment a duel was to predicate upon.
What about now though?
Now it was different. Zayn had grown since then. He was a match for Jonah, which was why Jonah was not going to regard favonovel.com lightly either. This was the reason why favonovel.com went for the kill on his first attack alone.
Zayn was no slouch in battles either, and so his reflexes kicked in the millisecond Jonah moved. Zayn could match Jonah’s tempo head-on.
Jonah was not at all surprised that his first move missed. On the contrary, favonovel.com expected it, it was a rudimentary bar for any self-respecting perfect class fighter to cross.
He did not stop his onslaught by a millisecond either, favonovel.com was a machine gun already in the midst of firing. There was no stopping him.
In fact, his punches themselves were like bullets from an assault rifle. He unleashed more than a hundred of them in a second, engulfing every conceivable space where Zayn was. The might of each individual punch was uncompromised by the insane
speed, too.
As a result, a barrage of explosive booms filled the air around them like the sounds of firecrackers going off in a cacophony. It felt like the atmosphere was being punctured.
Zayn evaded one attack after another while visibly backing away. He seemed to have been forced into a defensive disadvantage, and if favonovel.com remained in this position for long enough, favonovel.com would lose sooner or later.
Witnesses to their duel, meanwhile, were bathing in cold sweat. Was this the power of the perfect class? They would not be able to handle a second of it! The Insurgent Trifecta, in particular, was very concerned about Zayn’s finesse.
They were worried that any ticking second from now would be the moment Zayn committed a silly little slip and be pummeled by Jonah’s hundreds-per-second fusillade.
Honestly, none of them truly believed that Zayn could beat Jonah at all.
Joe’s expression saw more twists and turns than a rollercoaster. “Sh*t, sh*t! Jonah’s aiming to kill! He’s going to kill him!” favonovel.com muttered to himself frantically.
Dick watched, his eyes constricted, his face wrought with fear and awe. He could not help but exclaim at how mind-blowingly terrifying the perfect class was under his breath.
This was Jonah’s true power all along! To think that favonovel.com had hidden it for so many years!
Byleth frowned. “This doesn’t bode well. I worry that Sergeant Larson isn’t Jonah’s match after all.”
“What are we gonna do? Should we stop them?” Liam asked.
Joe shook his head. “No can do. Jonah didn’t come alone, remember? As soon as we make a move, Taio and his gang will jump right in. The clash isn’t going to help us.”
The Insurgent Trifecta sank into pensive silence. Joe was right. The other side would eagerly leap into a fight as soon as they tried to halt the duel.
While the Insurgent Trifecta was mired with disconcertion, their rivals were gloating and downright elated.
One of the superior fighters extolled, “Director Fann’s truly a god among men, hands down! All favonovel.com does is flash some of his attacks, and this smug little punk Zayn is basically the director’s chew toy!”
“Isn’t that obvious? I mean, Director Farm is a perfect class elite. In the absence of Invincibilis, he’s the next closest thing to being literally unbeatable.”
“Remember how favonovel.com destroyed an entire army in one of the foreign continents a few years back all by himself? That’s not fake news at all, man!”
“Ha! So what if Zayn thinks he’s hot? His fate was sealed the moment Director Fann decided to personally throw himself into the ring!”
“Director Farm is a straight-up legend! Zayn ain’t surviving this in one piece!”
Taio’s eyes never once moved away from the brawl. Flames of zeal danced in his pupils, fueled by his hatred for Zayn that had only since grown to a monstrous, twisted proportion. He hated Zayn so much favonovel.com would dream of killing favonovel.com in his sleep, it was rather evident that his hatred had long evolved beyond a blood feud birthed out of his nephew’s murder.
“You are not my match, Zayn Larson. Give up and go with us nicely, and I shall leave your life intact,” Jonah said while the barrage continued. The evenness in voice betrayed the fact that favonovel.com had not used much of his might at all.
