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Silence! Total silence. Chiron had not talked before. Or rather, there was no need for him to voice his opinion to the students.

In fact, for many of them, this was the very first time they were hearing him talk since his bet with Elder Joules.

Chiron slowly turned his eyes towards Cablen, and then back at Omo. His movement was not much, which made it easier for the crowd to follow with their eyes every turn he made.

"Who is going to make me do it?" Chiron asked again. He focused on Omo and then his expressionless face frowned a little, "are you going to make me do it?" Chiron pulled Devil's touch on the ground as he walked towards Omo.

The sword dug into the earth and peeled it apart like scissors on paper as Chiron pulled it behind him. As he approached, the children moved out of his way.

It was at this moment that many of them remembered that this boy with no Dantain to channel his spirit energy had beaten Cablen who had A-grade Dantain and had also used a Spirit technique.

Chiron did not rush. There was always something about a slow building threat that made it all the more effective. As he approached, Omo subconsciously took a step back.

In the eyes of the others, it might have been nothing, but this was obvious prove of his fear.

Omo's eyes looked at Chiron and then his pupils contracted on the heavy crooked looking sword he was pulling along. Just like everyone else that day, he was fortunate enough to see Chiron cut the metal boulder into two parts.

And that was a metal boulder. What that blade could do to him was something he did not want to imagine.

Chiron reached Omo. He had stopped directly in front of him. Omo was about eleven years old and was a head taller than Chiron.

Chiron raised his chin to the taller boy. But the look in his eyes as his eye lids closed half way and his raised chin slightly bent to the right, subconsciously gave everyone the impression that Chiron was looking down on Omo.

"Omo! are you..." Chiron paused a little, dragging Devil's touch to his side, "challenging me for who gets to set the cored meat?"

Omo was speechless for words. he swallowed a bit, and he really wanted to say 'No' but he could see the encouragement Cablen gave him from the side of his eyes.

This gave him some form of confidence, "Yes I..."

*Dum!*

Omo did not even finish his words before Chiron gave him a heavy punch to the abdomen. This took everyone by surprise. But Chiron was not yet done with him.

Chiron landed a few more punches on him. Four on his face and a uppercut to his jaw that made him pass out on the spot.

Once again...'SILENCE'

Everybody watched speechlessly.

In truth, what Chiron had just done was absolutely shameless. He did not even give the official recognition of the match to begin, and just immediately rendered his opponent unable to fight.

"Hmmm!" Chiron squat low and lifted the passed out Omo by the shirt, he turned to the crowd, "You all heard it yourselves. I won the fight. Omo is going to present the cored meat to the Green skinned Leopard."

He dropped the passed out unlucky fellow, turned and walked away. As he left, not one person had any complaint. The unfortunate beaten up state of Omo's face was the advise to the masses to let Chiron be.

As Chiron walked away, he sighed in his mind. This was what having power felt like. Even though it was little. As long as it could take hearts and shock people, human beings would do as required of them.

Chiron was also relived that he had gotten out of the problem of this fight with the illusion that attitude helped him present.

From the moment he stood up and slammed Devil's touch on the ground, the expressionless look on his face, the arrogant smug look he had given Omo, and even the total beat down that rendered his opponent the inability to fight.

Every step of the way had to work effectively to maximize the effectiveness of the presented attitude.

The truth was that, Chiron was not in any condition to be getting himself in a fight. He was saving his strength for the eventuality of fighting the Green skinned Shadow leopard.

Also, he had already given his blood once to Devil's touch today. He could only give out his blood at most three times, and then he would need sometime to fully recover.

He really did not have the time to be wasting precious trump cards on insignificant figures. After all, having a round with Omo was of no benefit to him.

The moment Omo said Yes, Chiron already sealed his fate in his heart.

As one would expect, there would be no fight if one was incapable of fighting.

In this manner, Chiron won even before it began.

Nora's team did as they were told. It took a while and the dark of night was ever closer than never before, but they got the Cored beast meat.

Chiron climbed high up a tree. He reached the Zenith of the tree and watched the golden rays of the evening sun as they slowly turned red on the horizon. The forest floor was getting darker than ever.

Chiron knew that this fight was like jumping into water to fight with a shark, but he could not help but be excited by the idea of the fun and blood that was about to follow.

Omo eventually woke up, and asper the earlier agreement, he was handed the cored meat to present to the Green skinned Leopard.

Once more, The students went into hiding. All of them in wait just like before.

Chiron waited upon a tree. Not so far away. He watched as Omo, who had shaky legs because of fear, take the meat to the beast.

However, he had only gone as close to the previous meat that was dropped on the ground when his entire body burst in a column of bright white spirit light.

As it did, Chiron smiled mischievously from on top his tree...