Hellhound At Supernatural Academy-Chapter 15: Hellhound vs Salamander

Rizor dropped into a low crouch, then lunged at me, closing the gap between us in an instant and swinging his claws with vicious ferocity. His movements resembled the fluidity of Tiger Style Kung Fu. His attacks came at an incredible speed, targeting my face, eyes, and throat. With just one misstep, I could find myself knocking at death's door. Rizor was deadly serious, showing no concern for killing me in front of the entire first-year class.

I considered using my own claws, but that would raise questions. Plus, it would be too dangerous. A single scratch from my claws would never heal for as long as he lived; eventually, the wound would begin to rot over time, emitting an odor similar to that of a decomposing body. However, considering he was a spirit, he might be able to overcome it.

Spirits were among Archangel Michael's creations, existing on Earth to guard all living things from outsiders like demons and other abominations that Lucifer created—like me, for example.

Rizor's attacks grew progressively faster, his intent clearly focused on killing me. I created some distance by delivering a palm strike to his chin. With the added space, I assumed my fighting stance, preparing for whatever attack he was about to launch.

Rizor opened his mouth and released a fire blast aimed directly at me. Instead of evading, I took the attack head-on. The blast rippled through the training hall, melting everything in its path, and in the eye of the attack, I stood unharmed.

Rizor's face twisted in anger as he spoke for the first time since the assault began.

"What the hell! How are you not burned to a crisp?!"

"Fire doesn't affect me," I replied flatly. "You're a fire spirit, right? Based on the texture of your skin, I can tell you're a Salamander."

"That's right. Spirits are some of the most powerful creatures to exist; some even praise us as gods. A nobody like you should've been dead already. What exactly are you?"

"I'm nothing special."

"Hah... I'll make you talk. But based on everything I've seen, I'm guessing you're also a spirit. A Djinn, maybe? You do seem like the type. Or perhaps a fire spirit like me? You're not a Salamander; I would've sensed it. An Agni, maybe, or a Phoenix."

All of them were wrong; he would never guess that I was a Hellhound.

"None of those are correct. I'm just a regular human who happened to develop supernatural abilities."

"Yeah, right!"

Rizor charged at me again, this time moving even faster than before. Using Fook Sau, I deflected all of his attacks while delivering strikes to his pressure points. No matter where I attacked, it seemed to have no effect.

"Your dirty tricks won't work on me anymore," Rizor spat. "It wasn't a bad move; you just tried it on the wrong person. In fact, part of me respects you for it. Your attacks were so quick that not even the judges could see them, and I couldn't even react in time."

"We're at a standstill then. My attacks won't work on you, and your flames can't burn me."

"I can still rip you apart limb by limb," Rizor said showing me his claws.

"You're an interesting person, Rizor. You show no hesitation in killing me in front of so many witnesses. It doesn't matter though; this will all work out in my favor."

"Is that so?"

Rizor crouched again and launched at me. I sidestepped his attack and slammed his head into the ground with my right hand while creating a ball of energy about 15 millimeters in circumference with my left.

I pressed the ball of energy into the back of Rizor's head. The explosion rippled through the training hall, creating a shockwave.

I stood above Rizor's mutilated body as I addressed the crowd of onlookers.

"From now on, Class D is my territory!" I needed to make sure that nobody tries another stunt like Rizor, "If any of you harass a member of my class, you'll have the displeasure of deal with me."

The students watched in disbelief at the sight below them. They never expected a member of Class D, the lowest class, to overpower someone from Class A. Some looked terrified, as if they were staring at a monster. I turned to leave, and that's when I was met with an onslaught of cheers and applause. It was my classmates; I never expected this from them—they were cheering for me.

"He beat Rizor!!"

"I can't believe it!!"

The other students watched in silence, and I could feel their threatening glares directed at me.

Soon after, some school officials, consisting of teachers, came to escort me and the still unconscious Rizor out of the training hall. The school recognized that I had acted in self-defense, so I received only a three-day suspension. Rizor, on the other hand, faced a two-week suspension due to his reckless behavior. It felt like a slap on the wrist, if you ask me; it must have been because he was a noble.

I was kept in a locked room for the remainder of the school day. When the time came for me to leave, I got up from my seat but just then the door to the room was pushed open, a figure entered, closing the door behind him.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

The person didn't answer my question, instead he circled around me like a beast eyeing its prey.

"Do you have some business with me?" I asked again.

"Why do you stink so much?"

"Excuse me?"

"Your scent is awful. It's like a rotting corpse. It seems I'm the only one able to smell it. Why is that?"

Wait, it can't be. I've heard that said about my kind before. If he can perceive my scent, that means he's a...

"Sin Tenshi, what are you exactly? Are you working for him?"

Him? Wait, he doesn't mean Lucifer, does he?

"I don't know what you're talking about." I responded trying to evade his questioning, "You're Leto Manasseh, right? From Class C. You fought against Oliver in the tournament."

"I would advise you to stop playing dumb. You're working for one of them, aren't you? Which one is it?"

One of them? Maybe I was wrong; he couldn't be that. This was all one big misunderstanding. Maybe he thinks I'm working with someone from a rival class.

"I'm not working with anyone from the other classes."

"Haaah," Leto let out a huge sigh. "I warned you."

A bright light glowed from Leto's hand, and from it emerged a weapon—a weapon made entirely of light. It was a weapon I hadn't seen in over a millennium.

"So I was right. Based on your reaction, I can tell you know what this weapon is. You know what I am, don't you, Sin?"

"You're.... an Angel."

"Bingo!!" Leto shouted, pointing the angelic blade at me in a threatening manner. "So, which one of them are you working for? Is it Death? Famine? War? Or Conquest? I'm betting it's Death, considering you smell like it."

Wait! I know those names; they are...

"The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?"

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