Hellhound At Supernatural Academy-Chapter 14: Fire Spirit

As I stood ready to enter the fighting area, a horde of visitors came blocking my path. A bunch of my classmates was trying to stop me from fighting my match.

"Look, fighting Rizor will just make things worse for our class. We're already a laughing stock because of all the matches we lost; losing against Rizor will only make things worse for us," a girl from my class pleaded. I think her name was Sarah. She was the leader of the girls who were always scowling at me and Jeffrey.

"Listen, asshole!! This isn't a question. You and that moron Jeffrey have already made things worse for our class. Just bow your head and do what we say, got it?!" That threat came from Finn, the leader of the boys in our class and also Sarah's boyfriend. Fun fact: he's also acting as a spy for Rizor. I got that bit of information from Mia.

Our class was led by the Finnarah power couple—that's what I liked to call them anyway. Since the incident with Rizor, Jeffrey and I had been outcasted. Ninety-nine percent of the class hated me; the other one percent was this odd group of girls who spent their time spying on me for some unknown reason. I have yet to figure out if they are friend or foe. This one time, one of them came up to me while I was eating lunch and handed me an envelope. Inside, were pictures of me cut into weird shapes.

"You're staying right here, and if you even try to leave, I'll stop you myself."

"Are you guys really that desperate to become Rizor's slaves?" I asked.

Finn's hands balled into fists, then grabbed my shirt as he glared at me.

"You know what the problem is? It's that you think you're better than us. You're nothing but a weak little turd trying to play tough!!" Finn said, gripping my uniform even harder. "I bet you never even intended to fight Rizor. I despise guys like you who just talk a big game but are just powerless wimps. No one even likes you. When you lose and start spending all your time sucking off Rizor, it'll make all of us look bad."

Fear was the ultimate weapon; I've seen Lucifer use it time and time again. There wasn't a person alive or dead that didn't fear the king of hell. Right now, their fears run deep, it will be difficult to free them from it. Finn's words were those of someone who was terrified. To them, Rizor is what Lucifer was to the damned souls in hell.

"I can't say what you're doing is smart. Word has it that Rizor has been in a pretty bad mood lately." I taunted.

"W-What?"

"If he doesn't get to take his anger out on me, he'll turn to you guys and your girlfriend will be the one sucking off Rizor. Are you guys really kind enough to sacrifice yourselves for someone you don't even like?"

"Wait, that's not—"

"Suit yourselves... now we all have to pay the price."

"Dammit!! This is all your fault."

"Maybe we should let him go," Sarah said, frightened at my earlier remark. "It'll be worse if Rizor turns his anger towards us. Just let him do whatever he wants to this loser and move on."

"I know that's true, but... still... I—"

"Just remember, I'll tell Rizor that you were the one who stopped me from fighting him."

Finn's expression shifted at my remark.

"Tck... Fine, go ahead, do whatever you want," Finn relented.

With that, I left the mob behind and went to the fighting area where Rizor was already waiting for me. The students from the other classes started jeering the moment I entered the training hall, but I paid them no mind.

"What took you so long?" Rizor remarked, smiling ear to ear.

"I was having a chat with friends."

"You don't have any friends... well, apart from the one laying in the infirmary," Rizor joked. "Enough of that!! Let's start our match."

According to the information I got from Mia, Rizor practiced Kung Fu, which made sense considering he assumed the Snake Stance. The Snake Stance is a distinctive and fluid stance used in various styles of Kung Fu. It embodies the characteristics of a snake, emphasizing agility, flexibility, and readiness for quick movements.

The stance was done low to the ground, with his knees bent to create a stable base and one leg extended forward. His weight was primarily distributed on the back leg, allowing for quick shifts in movement.

On the other hand, I was in the Goat Stance with my hands in the Fook Sau position. As soon as the match began, Rizor sprang at me with a Spinning Back Kick. I quickly switched to Bong Sau—a high, outward block where the arm is raised and bent at the elbow. He then followed up with a palm strike.

I used Pak Sau (slapping hand) to deflect the attack while simultaneously delivering a punch to the base of his skull, targeting the Occipital Nerve. The strike disoriented him, so I followed up with a palm strike while simultaneously delivering a punch to his Brachial Plexus.

The brachial plexus is a network of nerves that originates from the spinal cord in the neck region and extends into the upper limb. A strike to this area causes severe pain and temporary loss of function in the arm.

I perfectly timed my attacks so the judge wouldn't notice, by getting into his blind spot and attacking with incredible speed. In just two moves, I managed to disorient him and make him lose function in his left arm.

"The Hell!!!" Rizor snapped.

He then tried to perform a roundhouse kick, but his balance was off. Seizing the opportunity, I executed a cross-step as his kick swished past my ear. I then delivered a knee strike to his solar plexus, causing him to double over in pain, giving me the perfect chance to add another illegal blow to his jugular. Rizor collapsed to the ground, clutching his throat.

Everyone in the training hall including the judge was oblivious as to what had taken place.

"What's going on!!"

"He barely even touched him!!"

"Who even is that guy?"

The crowd erupted in an uproar, shouting at the top of their lungs. My classmates looked especially shocked, not to mention Class A. The judge rushed over to Rizor as he muttered incoherent words at me.

"...Uh...ah...yo...bastard...chea...I'll...kill...y...o.uuuu!!"

He desperately tried to get to his feet, but my earlier attacks had taken a toll on him. He couldn't even speak, much less fight. The judge had no choice but to declare me the winner of the match.

Having won, I turned to leave the same way I came—unharmed. As I was exiting, the crowd of students again erupted into an uproar. Before I could turn to see what was happening, I was hit with a bright light.

The area where I stood was completely engulfed in flames. The fire was hot enough to turn the ground beneath me into magma. All I could hear were screaming voices of students and the cackle of the flames as they block my view of the room.

"OH MY GOD, HE'S DEAD!!!"

"RIZOR KILLED HIM!!"

"HE'S CRAZY!!"

Wanting to see what the commotion was about, I snapped my fingers, causing all the flames to disappear at once. I was met with the confused faces of students as they tried to comprehend how I wasn't burned to death. My attention shifted to Rizor; his skin had a glossy sheen and was covered in red and yellow patterns all over his body. His frame was larger than before, with claws extending from his fingers.

This was a shocking turn of events. I never expected Rizor to be a fire spirit—a Salamander, at that.

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