The Goddess Made A Mistake Again - Chapter 333: 333 - Veins of Landon

Chapter 333: Chapter 333 – Veins of Landon

2 Days Later…

The class about Food and Its effects finally finished and the teacher was about to walk out. But before he could do that, Landon and his buddies already stood in front of me.

“I want a rematch.”

The teacher stopped in his step and looked at us, he’s eyes showing concern.

“Is something going on over there?” He asked.

If it was the teachers from Class F, most of them would have ignored this. But Class A had to be observed by some rules.

“No, sir. We’re just having a friendly conversation with him. Isn’t that right?” Landon asked me with a dark smile.

The teachers listened to those rules until a point came where they shouldn’t.

I shook my head at him, “Yeah… we’re just talking.”

“Alright” The teacher said and gave a side eye, “This better not turn out to be something stupid.”

“Of course.” Landon smiled and waved the teacher goodbye.

As soon as the teacher left, the students who stood quiet knowing what is about to happen, looked at us.

Landon’s smile cracked the moment he left and he slammed his hands on my desk.

“Bam!”

“I want my fucking rematch!”

“What rematch?” I say with an aloofness, clearly wanting to piss him off.

“Don’t mess with me.” Landon’s face seethed with anger. “I’m talking about what happened that day. You defeated all three of us because we weren’t expecting it.”

I look at the guy, having trouble checking his intelligence.

“So you’re telling me the reason you were defeated is because, you weren’t expecting me to hit back?” Landon and his buddies faces contorted, “You do know that people are going to hit you when you try to hit them, right? Or were all your fights one sided only.”

“Haha”

“Hehe”

Most of the student in the class laughed hearing me.

Landon held my collar, “Listen here, you bastard. I want my rematch and you’re gonna give it to me?”

“Why?”

“Wh- What do you mean by why?” Landon looked confused. “Because I challenged you, don’t you understand?”

I nod, “But is there any benefit to me fighting you or is it just fulfilling your childhood fantasies of getting rammed?”

Before he could say anything, I spoke, “Let me make it easier for you to understand, is this challenge going to be a Ranked fight?”

“What!” Landon’s eyes enlarged, “Why the hell would i-”

“Because otherwise I don’t see any reason to fight.” I say and see Landon’s confidence faltering. He was mostly sure that he’d lose if he had a fight with me. So he didn’t see any reason to lose his rank as well with it.

I help him turn towards the edge.

“Yes, be scared… it’s expected.” Landon gave me a hateful look. “I get that I’m a big guy, fighting me all alone with zero chances of winning is probably not a great idea.”

I stand up, overshadowing their figure, “But let it be known to everyone that the great fandon or candon lost to me. And not in a one on one fight but three on one with you attacking me first with your sigmat.”

“It won’t be that big of a deal actually, just something that will be written in your history as one of your many many black points. You know, losing to me might probably be the least bad point in your life and it would even make you seem more human to others.”

“They won’t think Landon is this bad and cool motherfucker, no… he’s also a normal guy, someone one who lost to a three-way fight very badly.”

I pat his shoulder and see the look of his friends in the back. They were not having a fun time.

“Even your pals will learn something out of this. Maybe we should all get a get-together and show everyone that you’re not actually bothered losing to me, no. You’re already coping with it and even trying to make a friend out of me, how does that sound yeh?”

I check Landon and see that his hateful look turned up a notch and veins were ready to pop out of him. The guy was at his last strand here and ready to explode.

“I WILL-”

Before Landon could speak any further, a teacher came in, this one a familiar face.

It was Harold Graydol. One of the inspecting teachers from the Chancion Competition and a respected teacher at Royal High.

“Good Morning students, how are all of you at this fine morning?” He asked.

But the response he got was the complete opposite. He saw the students face bordering laughter and excitement. They were trying to hold it in for some reason but was having hard trouble doing that.

He looked at the cause of it and saw Henry, Landon and the two others in the midst. While he could only see Landon and his friends back, he felt something was erroneous there.

“Are you four okay or is there some trouble?” Harold asked before looking at me and saying, “Are they trying to bully you, Henry.”

Harold knew about Henry’s situation and sympathized with it. He understood that most people in this class weren’t thrilled to know that their newest student would be from the worst class in the whole academy and that some of them might even want to show a practical example.

But Henry gave him a worriless smile, “Of course not, teach. Landon and his friends were just talking about the new classes.”

Harold looked at Henry for a moment and felt he wasn’t lying but experience told him otherwise. Yet he didn’t want this to turn out ugly so he nodded, “Alright then.”

Harold then gestured to the whole class, “Everyone, get up, we will be having class at our usual place.”

Then Harold gave Henry an explanation, “Oh Henry, this is your first class with me so you don’t know. I am Class A’s Unarmed Combat Instructor. You probably didn’t have this one in your previous class, right?”

“No, sir.”

“Alright, I’ll show you the basics when we get to the field.”

…

I nod to Harold, ‘At least someone who’s actually nice to me here.’

We walk out and get inside a large circular building. Inside waited a large field for us.

This building was the specialized training space for all Class A students. This place has special training zones that consisted of grassy, sandy, muddy and other kinds of zones to train on. It also has many different weapons, training equipment’s and other stuff to help with various kinds of training.

Harold brought us to a large field with no grass or anything definitive about it, just a strong hard field. Then he told all the other students to continue from their last class and turned to me.

“Henry, I will give you unarmed fighting lessons. Do you have any previous understanding of it?”

“No, this will be my first one.” I have sword and other kinds of training but none of them were about unarmed combat.

“Really?” He asked then laughed as he thought of something.

“Don’t take this the wrong way but someone as big and strong as you should have unarmed or hand-to-hand combat as your specialty. So I felt both the surprise and ironic of the situation.”

After talking a bit more with me, learning about my way of fighting, he nodded, “Well let’s get started.”

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