Chapter 722 My Goodness! What Is Happening To You?
Most of the time, Heroes would fall into a state where they fall unconscious, with their bodies moving on their own ord.
This was the miraculous power of Heroes, allowing them to ovee the threats that were too difficult for them to deal with using their conscious powers.
Seeing that his sword de was stopped easily, rk tried to pull it back. However, Rnd had a vice grip on it, not budging an inch even after trying his hardest.
Knowing that he had no other choice, rk once again unleashed the same white, powdery breath he had used in his first sh against his opponent.
This powder had a special effect of temporarily making those who were hit by it disoriented, buying rk a window of opportunity to make his move.
Rnd, who was unconscious, didn''t even bother to dodge, allowing the breath attack to wash over his body.
The Scion of the Ashford n then released his grip on the sword handle, then threw a kick toward the young man''s waist.
However, rk''s foot was caught by a hand, holding it in ce.
Just as rk was thinking of what he should do next, Rnd pulled his leg with incredible strength, lifting his opponent''s body alongside it.
Before he could even blink, the Prodigy of the Ashford n found himself getting mmed onto the arena ground face first, unable to offer any kind of resistance.
A booming sound spread in the arena as rk hit the ground, creating a small crater.
All Wanderers, especially those who had reached the rank of Initiate and above, had bodies stronger than that of the normal person, making them very resistant to injuries.
rk was an initiate, and even then, the pain he felt was strong enough that he almost lost consciousness then and there.
ude stood up, clenching his fists as he looked at his son being repeatedly mmed on the ground like a toy by his opponent.
Suddenly, just as Rnd was about to m rk''s body for the umpteenth time, a hand grabbed Rnd''s wrist, stopping him from continuing.
"He is already unconscious," Thirteen said coldly. "Cease your actions now."
His grip on Rnd''s wrist was firm and unyielding. He was no longer intent on watching at the side and watching as the unconscious young man suffered more from Rnd''s beating. Rnd nced at Zion with nk eyes and was about to defy his orders, his instinct wishing to end the life of his opponent to prevent future trouble from happening. However, before he could break free from Thirteen''s grasp, the teenage boy kicked the back of Rnd''s knee so fast that no one actually saw it happen. A cracking sound was heard, making Rnd lose his bnce.
A secondter, he felt someone grab his head.
"My goodness! What is happening to you?" Thirteen asked before he pushed down Rnd''s head and "identally" hit the Hero''s jaw with his knee strike, rattling his brain.
"Rnd, are you okay?" Thirteen then supported Rnd''s falling form, and using his own body to shield the view of the camera, he "identally" gave Rnd''s jaw an uppercut for good measure.
"Oh my, you''re also seriously injured," Thirteen said in worry as he carefullyid down Rnd''s body on the ground. "Medic,e!" For a brief moment, Rnd regained his senses and looked at Zion in a daze. But this onlysted for a few seconds before his eyes shut close, falling unconscious a second time. The Medics of the Ashford n and the Central Government rushed to the arena and hurriedly administered treatment to twobatants.
Thirteen gave Rnd a brief nce before raising his hand.
"Winner of the First Match, Hero Rnd!" n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om
Cheers erupted from the crowd. The members of the Hero Party finally broke out into smiles and also joined the cheering.
Thirteen had a smile on his face, but deep inside, he wasn''t happy with how the match ended.
If Rnd won using his own powers, then that was fine.
However, he was greatly disappointed that the special abilities of Heroes kicked in, leaving a bad aftertaste in Thirteen''s mouth.
The System of Cannon Fodders couldn''t remember how many times he had seen such scenes from happening.
He and his Hosts had always been on the receiving end of such "miraculous powers," so he grew to hate it a lot.
The teenage boy watched as rk was taken away by the Ashford n, with ude personally flying down from the VIP Area to check on his son''s condition.
After making sure that he was truly fine, he gave Thirteen a nce.
A moment of hesitation appeared in ude''s eyes, but a few secondster, he gave the person he hated a brief nod, which Thirteen returned with a nod of his own.
Despite his hate for Zion, ude knew that if the young man hadn''t stepped in to stop Rnd from using rk''s body like a sledgehammer on the arena, his son might have suffered injuries that would''ve been difficult to heal.
When both fighters had been cleared, several staff appeared in the arena and started to clean it for the next battle.
As the Host, Thirteen had no choice but to remain on the stage and start talking. His mood affected by Rnd''s plot armor, he was no longer as enthusiastic and left the majority of thementary to Pica and Pico, which made the audience love the two funny birds who easily drew everyone''s attention.
A few hourster, six battles were finished, ending the first round for Group 1.
Six Wanderers remained, and they would fight after the rest of the other groups finished their first round of elimination.
This meant that the next battle for their bracket would be happening after three days, which was enough time for Rnd to recover from his injuries.
"See you all tomorrow for the battles of the Second Group!" Thirteen said. "Pica, Pico, do you guys have any parting words for our guests?"
"Somewhere in this world, there is a tree that is tirelessly producing oxygen so that YOU can breathe," Pica said. "Please go and apologize to it."
A few secondster, Pico imparted the audience with his own words of wisdom. "In a world of diarrhea and constipation, it''s OK to be a normal piece of sh*t sometimes," Picomented. "See you all tomorrow, suckers!"
Instead of being offended, the audience onlyughed at the Pocopocos, who had hosted the rest of the matches as if they were born for these roles.