Demo and My-Ty decided to wait a day so that My-Ty could be in tip-top shape for the fight. Bilicus called My-Ty to his office and proceeded to rant and rave at My-Ty for his decision. My-Ty didn’t care. After about 30 minutes of Bilicus complaining to My-Ty, Bilicus gave up. He looked at My-Ty and knew that he would proceed with the fight regardless.
“If you’re going to fight, at least make sure you win.”
My-Ty finally heard something that he could agree with. He nods and makes his way out of Bilicus’ office. In the hallway, the 10th strongest was waiting. He is covered in bandages and walking with crutches. He hobbles over to My-Ty.
“Be careful. There is something off about him.”
My-Ty nods and keeps on walking. Bilicus is in his office leaning back in his chair. Thinking to himself that things have gone haywire ever since Demo arrived. Losing several top students in succession like this is unprecedented. Demo is an unknown variable that needs to be controlled somehow. Then there is a knock at his door.
“Come in.”
The person who enters the room is the clerk of the administration office who refused to help Pulmo.
“Sir, I have some news.”
He closes the door behind him and informs Bilicus of what Pulmo requested. Demo is already standing in the ring, ready for My-Ty to arrive. Ten and Cyte are both in the audience. In the V.I.P. room, the other 9 strongest students are all in attendance. They are silent and the atmosphere is heavy.
The room is packed, the news of Demo and his strength has become enough of a rumor to entice students to come and watch him fight. My-Ty makes his way into the ring. There aren’t a lot of cheers as with the other students. Ten ponders as to why My-Ty isn’t as famous as the others.
Cyte can tell that Ten is a bit confused.
“He doesn’t pander. Doesn’t do favors, nor is he good at networking or making friends.”
“So all he does is fight?”
“Fight and train.”
“Then how come he is only the 5th strongest?”
“Because he doesn’t do well with people who keep their distance and use what he calls weakling magic.”
“So, I could beat him as long as I don’t physically fight him?”
Cyte gets a slight smirk on her face.
“Let’s just say that you need to be as fast and as strong as him to avoid him.”
“Huh?”
“Just watch, you’ll get it.”
Ten looks back at the ring that My-Ty has now entered. The two are now facing each other in the ring. Demo is looking up at the bigger My-Ty.
“You’re the 5th strongest, right?”
“I am.”
“Do you know anything about MYOS?”
“It’s a drug weaklings use.”
“Do you know who is selling it?”
“I don’t.”
“Do you know who is making it?”
Myos doesn’t reply. He simply looks at Demo with a look that Demo can’t quite place. Demo can tell that My-Ty knows something.
“When I beat you, tell me what you know.”
My-Ty starts chuckling which turns into full-blown laughter. His bellowing laugh fills the room.
“Yes little man, if you can beat me, you can ask me anything you want and I’ll answer honestly.”
Demo smiles and takes his fighting stance. My-Ty however doesn’t yet. He looks at Demo with a somewhat serious look.
“When you wake up, remember this. Even if you do find out who is making it, there is nothing you can do. So let it go.”
Demo doesn’t reply, he rushes forward until he is within punching range. He then with full force punches My-Ty in the face. Demo fully intends to finish this fight in one blow. The blow lands and My-Ty’s face is turned. From the corner of his eye, he is looking at Demo. Demo feels a chill run down his spine. He jumps back. My-Ty checks his jaw, with an impressed look on his face. Demo’s power is beyond what he expected.
“Strong.”
Demo threw that punch with the same power that finished all the other strongest students. There is no way that My-Ty is unscathed after that, he must be bluffing. With this in mind, Demo charges again. This time he jumps up to deliver a kick. The trajectory of the kick is straightforward, My-Ty moves out of the way to avoid Demo’s foot and then throws a punch into Demo’s body.
The impact of the punch surprises Demo. This amount of strength from a single punch is insane. He hits the ground and stays down for a few moments to regain his composure. My-Ty is loving this.
“The weak should keep their head down.”
Demo immediately raises his head and stands back up. Demo is angry, he didn’t expect My-Ty to be this strong, nor this well-versed in fighting. He feels he needs to stack the deck to even out the playing field. He closes his eyes.
My-Ty realizes what Demo is trying to do and it enrages him.
“DON’T YOU DARE!”
He lunges towards Demo who because his eyes were closed is slow to react. My-Ty closes the distance in a fraction of a second and punches the Demo in the stomach. The force of the punch sends a gust of wind through the room. Demo doubles over and hits the ground. My-Ty looks down at him.
“Do not dishonor this fight by being weak.”
Demo is on the ground, holding his stomach. That punch felt like it drilled a hole in him. My-Ty can see that Demo is struggling.
“You thought you were strong, didn’t you? Beating those who you know are weaker than you, earns you nothing but disrespect. Those who praise you for beating those weaklings, are bottom feeders who don’t deserve the light of day.”
Demo forces himself to stand up and looks at My-Ty.
“I didn’t know if they were stronger or weaker than me. All I knew was that they were the strongest.”
For some reason, those words infuriated My-Ty even more.
“LIAR!”
My-Ty gears up to attack again.
Chapter 43 Fin
