Martial Arts System
chapter-267

Yumi glanced at the smartwatch, and only 30 minutes remained. Her face was pale as ever, but her eyes showed the firm will.

She wiped the cold sweat, which was about to start forming on her delicate forehead. She looked again towards the entrance of the arena, and it was like she could feel a lingering threat in the air.

She hugged the wooden box tighter and bit her lip with such strength that it made her lip bleed.

The blood dripped down to the ground and made an almost xistent sound.

Her allies around her were looking quite carefree. They were starting to have more hopes in survival, and surviving 30 minutes should be easy enough.

They weren't aware of the Rage Beast and Ichiro. If they knew about them, they wouldn't even become Yumi's allies because it is impossible to defeat Rage Beast with their strength; it would be nothing but suicidal.

What about fighting against a guy who managed to fight against the Rage Beast?

Again, it would be a suicide.

Yumi saw their carefree look, but she couldn't care less. She was hiding a pair of daggers inside her shorts, and she was ready to kill them with moment's notice.

She would have already expected that Ichiro would start his killing spree, but then a lingering thought appeared on her mind.

'What if he is injured...' Her eyes widened because of the sudden thought, 'That's right... He wouldn't be able to fight anyone if he was badly injured... Maybe he is hiding and waiting for the time limit to reach zero...'

Her eyes sparkled as her thoughts seemed very truthful.

She started also lessening her guard, and a smile appeared on her beautiful face, 'I will be the winner!'

...

Sometime later.

''Ugh!'' Ichiro groaned in pain. He was currently in a small storage room.

Not long ago, he left the VIP Room and went to find Armory, and luckily he found it fairly quickly.

He was doing his final preparations, and that's why he was currently putting a vest on him. It was a bulletproof vest, which could stop bullets and any sharp item.

While putting it on. He had to grit his teeth in pain while tightening the straps.

His muscles were way more sensitive than he thought at first, and that caused deadly pain to assault his nerves.

''Whew!'' After tightening the last strap, he could finally take a breath of relief, even if there was still a tinge of pain left.

He wiped his sweat and looked around the storage room for anything else.

''I can't fight Close Quarters Combat... That would be suicide; I need a long weapon.'' He looked around the room but didn't find anything at first, but then he started pushing other items to the side and finally saw a glance of something...

Ichiro curiously threw everything else to the side and saw the weapon... It was a long 2m weapon with a long shaft and a sharp blade at the end.

''Spear...'' He murmured and grabbed it. Instantly he felt like his body connected with the spear...

It was like the spear was made for him.

''That's right... I am Spear Master.'' He remembered the skills he had in his possession. His swordsmanship is only at Expert rank, while his spearmanship is at Master rank, which is one level higher.

He swung it around him, and a small smile crept upon his face. The spear's shaft was silver-colored with a tinge of gold lining on the side.

It was surprisingly fancy.

''Can you give me info of the weapon?'' Ichiro asked from the System.

*Ding* *Ding*

[Spearless: A spear made by unknown Blacksmith and this was the result of his forty years of hardwork]

''Unknown Blacksmith...'' Ichiro murmured and trailed his finger on the sharp end of the blade.

He frowned and felt like this spear was a masterpiece.

''How can someone who made this be unknown...'' He swung the spear around him one last time.

It was perfectly balanced, and it listened to everything Ichiro wanted to do without any delays.

Ichiro left the storage room with the spear in his hand. He thought it would exhaust his muscles more to carry something so heavy, but it felt like it weighed the perfect amount.

He felt more than satisfied. He decided to try to improve this spear even more, but he felt like it might be a farfetched dream.

He can't even dream about improving such a perfect weapon.

The spear's sharp tip reflected the light coming from the ceiling. The spear had been in darkness for who knows how long, but it was finally brought into a light, and it desired a fight!

''Fight...'' He murmured; it was like he could hear the spear talking, ''Let's go fight.''

With a small smile, he started strolling towards the stairs in the distance.

The surroundings were quiet as ever. Ichiro felt few presences lurking, but they weren't trying to fight for the Power Limit Remover.

Most of the fighters had given up. Their survival is only a dozen minutes away.

Ichiro took the first step on the stairs. His footsteps caused an echo, which reached all the way to the arena.

Yumi and her allies perked up their ears. They anxiously turned their heads towards the stairs.

They couldn't see the person, but with the footsteps alone... They could tell that it was a powerful individual.

Yumi paled and anxiously stood up, 'Is it him?!'

Soon, they saw something appearing from the stairs. A long weapon with a deadly sharp blade.

Yumi's allies gulped and unsheathed their weapons. Cold sweat was pouring on their backs while looking at the sharp weapon.

It was like the spear was glaring at them.

Soon, the person who was holding the spear became visible.

Yumi paled and took one step back just by instinct.

Her allies weren't as fearful.

''H-He is only one person!'' One of them shouted and took a step forward, ''We can do this!''

Everyone except Yumi nodded and took steps forwards.

Their eyes showed their will for survival and great confidence in defeating the black-haired young man.

Ichiro suddenly swung the spear around him and grinned, ''Alright!''

[Iron Lance - Spearless-Steel!]