The Time I Got Reincarnated As An Extra

Chapter 164: One-Hit Defeat [2]



***

Amon had won in just one hit.

The crowd, which had been silent till now broke into cheers.

But, Amon wasn't done yet.

Keeping the arms of the unconscious Cleenah in his hand, he manipulated the blood in them.

And then...

Crack~!

Cleenah's eyes shot wide open as she screamed loudly in the stadium.

Her arms...

They had just been completely twisted 360 degrees along with the bones in them completely broken into pieces.

"Cadet, that's enough. The fight has ended." The referee came to interfere.

Amon didn't object.

He had done what he wanted to do.

Letting go of her arms, he kicked her back once again, letting her crash into the ground.

Screams erupted out of her mouth again.

Amon's gaze was stoic, no sign of rage or furiousness, which he previously displayed, in them.

The stadium had turned silent once again with what he just did.

But it didn't take long enough for some of them to erupt in cheers again as Amon turned to leave.

The majority of them were boys with some girls, who were screaming at his looks and moves.

Yes.

Amon had just gained a fan club with one match.

Even when he disappeared, the cheers didn't stop.

***

Amon walked in the hallway of the stadium, about to get outside.

But his eyes suddenly caught a familiar face standing at the entrance.

With blonde messy hair and golden eyes, he was leaning against the wall with a bored expression on his face.

Amon looked at him.

Adam Ravenfield.

Why was he here?

Did he want to talk about something-

"You were pretty strong back there." He said first, his voice subtly intrigued.

Something abnormal for him.

Amon shrugged.

"Thanks for the compliment I guess."

Adam nodded, finally turning and locking eyes with him.

"I'm looking forward to my fight with you." He said, already confirming their fight.

Amon tilted his head.

"What if you get eliminated first?"

A subtle smile spread across Adam's features.

"The day I lose to someone I don't recognise as strong, I'll drop out of the academy."

Amon acted surprised.

"You are pretty confident."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

In truth, he already knew about this side of him from the novel.

"I am. And that's why..." Adam spoke up, turning to leave.

"When you fight me, use everything that you have." He started walking out, leaving a subtle warning in the air.

Amon's expression didn't change.

"Depends if you are even strong enough for me to do that." Amon provoked him back.

And it seemed to work, as Adam turned back, a wide smirk on his features.

"Ha, you are giving me a threat?" He asked, lightning crackling around his arms.

Amon replied back, unfazed by his move.

"Yes."

Then, a subtle cold smile came on his features.

Adam almost stuttered for a moment but composed him.

And the lightning around his palms died out.

"I like you." He said with a smile.

He then waved his hand before starting to walk out.

But Amon didn't stop there.

"I apologize but I'm not gay."

"..."

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"...Fucker." Adam cursed, ruffling his hair.

****

Arriving outside of the stadium after Adam, Amon sighed.

The second round of the battles was scheduled to start an hour later.

He didn't look for Charlotte.

She must have realized that she was getting late for her match mid-fight.

That girl was too excited watching other battles...

Fortunately, her physical abilities would be enough for her to reach on time.

As he walked, his eyes suddenly caught blonde hair in the distance.

Her crimson eyes locked with him and a smile spread across her features as she walked toward

him.

"Yo." She raised a hand, waving at him.

"Yo." He waved back as she arrived before him.

He realized that it had been quite some time since he had seen Alya.

And if there was one thing different about her it was the white falcon perched on her shoulder.

He didn't need to ask her to know what it was.

It was her familiar of course.

"Done with your battles?" She asked and he nodded, gesturing to his clothes.

"My bad, I'm dumb." Alya laughed, seeing the minor cuts and scratches on his clothes.

"Did you win?"

Amon nodded.

"Yup, obliterated."

Alya raised a brow at his confident answer.

"I guess the screams coming from inside are from your fight then." She smirked.

Amon laughed.

He liked talking with Alya. She gave off the same casual vibes as Ren.

Noticing his lack of reaction, Alya made a fake pout.

"Aren't you going to ask me about my fight?"

"Is there a reason to Ms. Rank 2?"

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"Fair enough." She said, trying to whistle in the air.

It was obvious that the girl wasn't going to lose anyone except maybe Charlotte or Elizabeth.

"Soooo.."

"Hmm?"

"You fixed things with Michael?" He said.

Amon knew that he was the only one Alya could comfortably talk to about Michael.

So as a person in that spot, he had the responsibility to connect them together successfully as

well.

But to his surprise, Alya wasn't surprised at all about his question.

"Yup."

"Huh?" Amon blurted out.

Had he heard that correctly?

So easily?

"Yeah, we made up." She said, smiling brightly.

'So that's why she was so happy nowadays.'

He didn't know how it happened so easily though. Amon wasn't expecting it to be like this.

"How and when though?" He asked.

"After the familiar ceremony. Michael, he passed out on the ground so I took him to the

infirmary. There we fixed everything up." She explained.

'Oh.'

He didn't know that.

In any case, he was happy for them.

Returning the memories to the main cast had been a good idea after all.

Speaking of memories.

"Thanks by the way." He thanked her with a smile.

"What for?" she asked.

"For 'that'." He said, not saying it out loud considering there were still people around them

now.

Alya's brows raised, understanding what he meant.

But then, she feigned ignorance and whistled in the air.

"I don't know what are you talking about though?"

Amon laughed and raised a middle finger.

"Fuck you then."

Alya's widened at the sudden tone change but then, she raised a finger back.

"Fuck you as well." She cursed, not minding the public around them at all.

At the interaction, both of them started laughing.

This was how they conversed now after all.

As Amon was about to speak again, he heard a call from the side.

"Amon!"

Smiling, he turned to the side and saw Katherine coming toward him.

He knew she had student council duties to maintain the mid-terms today.

Yet despite that, she came to check on his match.

It brought genuine warmth to his heart.

'I'm blessed to have a sis like you.'