The Time I Got Reincarnated As An Extra

Chapter 158: Single Battles [2]



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Finally, the match was about to begin as the two competitors entered the stage.

Amon saw Adam enter from the other side of the stage.

He was wearing a black bodysuit with a helmet that covered his head.

It was the same suit as the FULLDIVE, a classic for almost all the fighting events in the academy.

Like always, he saw Adam's unkempt hair while he looked forward with a bored expression.

Even the crowd, which had completely filled the Stadium C by now, could not think what to do.

They knew he was a noble and a high-ranked student at Eldergrove but his stature and face just made them unable to do anything.

He was completely relaxed, not even caring about the people watching him from above. From the other side, Amon saw the second competitor come up.

With cleanly combed orange hair and a bright smile on his face, he walked forward on the stage.

Miller Cyrus.

He looked up at the cheering crowd and waved his hand, probably students from the other academy.

Amon looked at his attitude and way of walking.

Within just a second of observing him, Amon knew what kind of person he was.

A person to acts composed and kind on the outside while being arrogant and full of himself on the inside.

Amon didn't know who he was.

Adam's battle was never explained in the novel as he came pretty late to attention.

His attitude just kept him out of the public's radar even though he was a high-ranked noble.

Looking at Miller, Amon concluded that he was a pretty high ranked student from the academy.

The number of students from that academy that came to watch him was proof of that.

But looking at his strength, Amon knew he could easily beat him.

Maybe the academy itself was low-ranked.

As he observed Miller, even Charlotte commented from the side.

"That guy...his attitude is all an act." She said, without looking at Amon.

Turning to her, Amon raised his brows.

He wanted to see how she came to this conclusion.

"Oh, why is that?"

"It's easy." She looked at him with a slight smile.

Then she gestured back to him with her eyes.

"Because the way he acts is how 80% of the nobles do." She said.

Hearing this, Amon looked back at Miller.

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Now that he compared his attitude and his body language to nobles, it was similar.

"And as someone who has spent a lot of time with nobles and studying them, It's easy for me to see through him." She smiled.

For some reason, that smile felt cold.

Amon suppressed a shudder.

This girl... He thought.

Even though she was kind mostly, sometimes she could be really scary.

As he watched both the competitors, a question came to his mind.

"Between Adam and that guy, who do you think will win?" He said.

"Oh." Charlotte perked up.

She wasn't expecting him to ask a question like this.

He quickly clarified himself.

"I mean you have fought against Adam after all."

Charlotte nodded, understanding his intention.

"Well..." She said, putting her chin on her palm.

"I think Miller would win." Her eyes gazed below.

Oh.

Amon wasn't surprised by her answer. It didn't mean she was right.

She was completely wrong.

He just wanted to see how high did she think of Adam.

But looking at her reaction, he knew that Adam was probably unable to even fight her properly

at that time.

"Hmm, why?" He feigned surprise.

"It's because even though I think Adam is strong, that Miller person just gives off a

completely different vibe." She said.

"Even if he's able to beat Miller, it would be a really hard match."

"I see," Amon said, looking forward again.

Well, only time would tell who was going to be the victor.

And in just a minute of silence, the referee arrived for the start of the match.

The large four screens that hung down from the ceiling of the stadium suddenly started up.

All of them showcased Adam and Miller with different angles and such.

Adam was still looking indifferently at what was happening.

Despite the loud cheers of the crowd, he yawned, as if bored.

Meanwhile, Miller simply stared ahead with a confident smile.

As the match was finally about to begin, even the sound down below could be heard.

And what Adam said made the whole crowd silent for a second.

"yawn...I want to sleep...why am I even here?"

Everyone stared at him incredulously, except Amon.

They couldn't believe he was taking it all so nonchalantly.

Amon even saw a vein throb on Miller's forehead though he was quick to calm down.

"Okay. Please be quiet everyone." The referee in the middle raised his arms, signaling

everyone.

Instantly everyone turned silent.

"This is the first match of the Single Matchups in Stadium C. We have two participants here."

He said normally.

But the loud receptor made the voice boom in the stadium.

"On the left side, we have Adam Ravenfield from Eldergrove!" He gestured to the left.

However, no cheers came out of the crowd.

Not letting it interrupt him, the referee gestured to his right.

"And on the right side, we have Miller Cyrus from Brawnfield!" He gestured.

Instantly, the crowd broke into cheers.

"The match will continue until one party forfeits or turns unconscious. Do you understand?"

He said.

Miller nodded and Adamn just kept staring without a word.

Taking his silence as a nod, the referee stepped back and raised one of his hands.

"With that, get ready for your match please...."

Miller immediately took a stance.

But to everyone's surprise again, Adam only yawned.

"And begin!"

As soon as the match started, Miller turned into a blur.

A gust of wind erupted at his spot indicating that he was a wind clovist.

The stronger ones were able to follow his movements as he dashed across the ground in a

second.

To others, he simply appeared as a wind bullet arcing across the field.

But again, Adam simply stood there without even making a simple movement.

Miller reached Adam and Amon saw his kind smile turn into a wide scheming grin.

Bringing back his arm, Miller launched it toward Adam who hadn't even moved till now.

His eyes weren't even locked with Miller.

The arm, which was covered in wind blades neared Adam's face.

But to Charlotte's and everyone's immense surprise, when there was only an inch left...

Adam moved.

Or more accurately.

Only his face moved by an inch.

But that single movement was enough as the arm cleanly whizzed through the air, without

touching anything.

As his face moved, Adam's bored golden eyes finally locked with Miller.

And his mouth opened.

"Are you strong?" He asked.

Miller gritted his teeth at his question.

And without answering it, he spun on his feet with the power of the wind.

A clean axe kick launched toward Adam.

But again, Adam simply took a step back, resulting in the kick fly by harmlessly.

Giving into his anger, Miller launched a series of consecutive attacks at Adam.

But...

Like always, they were cleanly dodged by Adam, throwing the audience into a frenzy.

They couldn't believe what was happening right now.

And same could be said for Charlotte as she saw the match with widened eyes.

As another kick launched toward Adam, this time he finally stopped dodging.

He raised his hand and cleanly caught the foot of Miller.

His bored eyes met Miller.

"You. Are awfully weak." He said.

And with that, he finally moved forward.

A panicked Miller, tried to quickly step back but wasn't fast enough as Adam's palm cleanly

landed on his face.

"What a waste of time," Adam remarked without any emotion as in the next second, bolts of

lightning erupted in the area from his palm.

Miller's face, which was completely caught in the blast, was smashed into the ground by

Adam in the next moment.

His blood and teeth broke out on the ground and Adam simply stared from above, not a single

speck of care in his gaze.

"Pathetic." He kicked Miller's face.

And then, left the ground while the audience was left completely baffled.