Chapter 762 I Don't Have A Loser Mentality Like You [Part 1]
Everyone already thought that Clark already had this battle in the bag.
Terence was definitely skilled in his own way, but compared to the scion of the Ashford Clan, he still fell short.
Little did they know that Clark wanted to defy everyone's expectations, and what would work better than conceding the match?
This was the idea playing inside his head, which he knew for certain would be a blow to the prestige of the Ashford Clan.
He could already imagine how furious his father and grandfather would be the moment he threw the towel and walked out of the arena without a fight.
Clark thought long and hard about this moment the entire night, so now, he was already at peace with his decision.
However, at that exact moment, a notification sound was heard coming from his communicator.
Clark glanced at the teenage boy standing on the stage, who was looking in his direction.
He just received a message from none other than Zion, and it read...
"Fight. So that you will not have any regrets in life."
Clark smiled faintly as he tapped on his communicator, replying to the message.
"Is that an order?" Clark asked.
"It is an order," Thirteen replied.
"I guess it can't be helped then?"
"Mmm."
Clark chuckled. After he finished replying to Zion, he oddly felt the loose ends in his heart start to unravel.
Although he tried to tell himself that he didn't mind conceding the match and was already at peace with his decision, deep down in the recesses of his heart and mind, he didn't want to take the easy way out.
""Ready!""
Thirteen nodded and raised his hand. "Battle Start!"
As soon as the signal to fight was declared, Clark immediately stomped his foot on the ground, creating a mist that expanded outward with him at the center.
"Oh no, you don't!" Terence shouted as he charged forward. He had seen Clark use this ability against Roland and knew that it would be very difficult for him to locate him once the mist had fully covered the arena.
Thirteen nodded in satisfaction because Terence made the right call.
Sparks flew as the two young men clashed within the mist.
Clark was still spreading the mist, while Terence was pushing hard on him, not allowing him to slip away and disappear from his sight.
Roland, who had been subjected to the same strategy during his fight, narrowed his gaze as he looked at the arena.
He could still remember how helpless he felt back then. It was only as he watched that he realized he should have done what Terence had done and stuck to Clark like glue, preventing him from using the mist to his advantage.
However, he caught a familiar face at the corner of his eye, prompting him to turn to his left side.
Sitting five seats away from him was Joshua, who was munching on some popcorn.
Perhaps sensing his gaze, the Sage of the Hero Party glanced in Roland's direction and frowned.
"I'm not sharing," Joshua said. "Go buy your own."
Shana, Diana, Mildred, and Erica, who were also seated in the VIP Seats reserved for the Hero Party, looked at Joshua in surprise. Roland was just as surprised as them. However, the moment he regained his composure, he glared at his ex-best friend and growled. "What are you doing here?"
"Watching the battle, why?" Joshua answered, not even bothering to give Roland a second glance as he continued to eat his popcorn.
"You sure have some nerve to come here after betraying me," Roland's voice and body were shaking as he did his best to not lunge at Joshua and smack his face in anger.
Fortunately, the only one who could block Roland's full-powered strike among their party, Diana, was seated between the two. Needless to say, she was only a second away from summoning her shield.
She didn't expect that Joshua would appear inside their VIP Room, which immediately raised the tension in the surroundings.