I Reincarnated as The Protagonist's Best Friend

Chapter 44: Prologue of Day 6

Quash continued his grinding. He only took breaks to eat and use restrooms. The day passed in a blink of an eye. The night arrived, but Quash didn’t go to the Inn to rest. He continued through the night. His rank was climbing steadily. He was now among the Top 200,000.

[184,089]

Win Streak: 310

It also meant he was also getting closer to the readers of the annoying paparazzi. But he has plans for that so it didn’t matter. What mattered was, the fights were taking longer. Before, if his every match was ending within the first 5 seconds, it was now taking longer, maybe even more than that.

It was the testimonial of the opponents strength and genius. He would in the first few matches of a new Battle Hall within the first 5 seconds, but my the time his rank neared Battle Hall promotion, they would adopt and the fight lasted longer.

And the cycle continued until he encountered some anomaly. Like right now.

*BOOOM ~!!*

*ROOOAAARRR~~!!*

A wave of shock wave washed past Quash but he didn’t even blink. In his vision, nothing other than the 10 meter tall Drake existed. The Drake looked half dead. Its outer shell was destroyed at places.

Blue blood was spilling out like river. It looked at Quash in anger and hate. But it lacked the intensity. Its vision was getting blurry from the blood loss. Its breathing heavy.

Nostrils flaring out smoke. Quash quickly loaded the Bazooka with another rocket and aimed at the Drake.

*ROOOAARR~~~!!*

Seeing that, it used every bit of its strength, shoved its hands into the ground and massive chunks of the stage flew out.

But it was a tad bit too slow. Quash had already fired the Bazooka and it crossed the wall of debris in nick of time.

*BOOOM~~~!!*

*ROOOOOAAARRR~~~!!*

With a direct hit it its stomach area where there was already not scales, the Drake fell to the side roaring in intense pain from the shock and momentum of the explosion. It’s insteatine turning into a mush. Chunks of flesh and drops of blood falling down like rain.

Seeing that the Drake was down, Quash breathed a sigh of relief. He knew for a fact that the Drake won’t be getting up anymore. With a massive hoke in it’s stomach, it would need astonimical about of hate, threat to the life for it to break its limits and go truly berserk. That is something the virtual space couldn’t give, it gave the subconscious sense of security instead.

So Quash calmly re loaded his Bazooka whole looked at at devastation. The Drakes loud breaking ringing through the quiet arena. Outside noise didn’t reach here since it was inside a different space. Even though he could see the audience from here when he looked up. They looked very high up because of the optical illusion.

But Quash couldn’t help but admire the Drakes strength. It literally tried table flip like Saitama but lacked the strength for it.

Bur it was still very impressive that it managed to damage the stage with its raw strength. Quash was sure that he couldn’t be able to do it. Even though their strength was probably at the class limit. There was a matter if quality.

A drake that has increased its Strength to Class Limit and a human who did the same can not compare. The human would be crushed. It is obvious. But the when it came to Dexterity, the Drakes loose. Even if their Dexterity stat is at the Class Limit. Each race has a different advantage. Humans were mostly all rounded.

The Drake in front of him had an advantage of strength while he had advantage of Dexterity.

That’s why he won. He had exploited his advantage to rhe fullest.

Quash waited for the Drake to be pulled out. Its breathing was getting swallower by the second. And before long, the Drake was pulled out and he was pronounced the winner. He was pulled out shortly after.

When Quash arrived in the bleachers, the students around him looked at him weirdly. Not the weird weird, but just weird. Likely because they didn’t know if they should condemn him or admire him.

He didn’t care either way. He just waited for the next match. Quash still felt his heart thilumping against his chest. He wasn’t tired. It was actually the opposite. He was feeling very energetic right now.

No matter how hard the opponents were getting to defeat, he realised that ultimately, he was enjoying the challenge. It was fun when strong opponents comes up and he had to use different methods to deal with them.

Quash took out his phone from his Spatial Ring to look at the time. It was right around 9 P.M. he contemplated if he should go to the Inn to rest a bit. He thought about it deeply for a second before deciding to leave to eat. Quash quickly exited the Battle Hall and went to the receptionist to take his name off of the Active List.

After that was done, he made his was to the Inn to eat. After he was done eating, he went back to the Battle Hall. He continued without resting throughout the night. With his stats, even if he went 3 days without sleep, he won’t feel a thing.

And without him noticing, it was already mid night. But the Battle Hall was as energetic as ever. Everyone was one their last wits. Pushing themselves to the limits to secure a better rank.

Quash was also the same. His next match started. He was pulled into the arena. This probably be the last match before he entered the Top 100,000.

Quash regained his senses but before he could process anything, he saw something in front of him. His instincts kicking in and he barely moved his torso from the swords path. His cloth got cut. Making his heart tighten.

But Quash didn’t waste time and channeled his Aura to his legs, jumping forward, his opponent also swing their sword to the said and the sword barely missed again.

Quash saw their hair flutter in the air and he instantly grabbed a fist full. He turned and pulled on the hair, slammed the person to the ground. But they twisted in the air and and used their limbs to cushion the impact. Seeing that, Quash channeled Aura into his right hand, coating it.

He channeled more Aura for more speed and strength. He managed to let go of their hair, pull back him arm and curle his hand into a fist lightning fast.

Without giving the person any chance to dogge, he drove his fist forward and slammed into their back of the head.

*BAM!!*

With a Bam, his fist slammed into the ground with the head underneath, crushing it. Spider cracks appeared appeared on the ground, blood and brain fragments splattered out like a crushed water melon. It splattered into Quash before disappearing.

[Winner! Quash Ogmore]

The announcement came and he was pulled out shortly after. When he re appeared on the bleachers, he could help but exhale loudly. This was truly a close call. Too close to comfort.

But his relief didn’t last long as a voice interrupted him.

"Eww~! How cruel! How could you fight like that!? She was just a girl!"

"And I’m just a boy bitch."

"Hahahahaha~~~" Xn