Chapter 272
After Dave's explosive bout with Instructor Eric of Everwood Academy—where he impressively landed a strike within one minute and fifty seconds—it was finally Greg's turn to face the formidable instructor.
"You ready?" Eric asked calmly, standing poised as Greg stepped into the ring. The air between them seemed to hum with anticipation.
Greg nodded without a word, eyes focused.
"Good! Let our spar begin!" Eric declared, his voice echoing across the training hall.
But unlike Dave, Greg didn't charge in headfirst. He stood completely still, calm yet electrified. Lightning began to crackle around his frame, arcs of bright blue snaking across his arms and legs.
A pair of boots made of raw lightning formed on his feet, and in his hand, a sword of condensed electrical energy materialized—gleaming, wild, and untamed.
Eric raised a brow. "You do realize your little theatrics are burning up your time limit, right?"
