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Universal Power System

Chapter 302 Student VS Teacher
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Chapter 302 Student VS Teacher

In an instant, the boy surged forward, his metal tendrils lashing out like furious serpents, aiming to strike the teacher from all directions. The air crackled with the intensity of the onslaught as the sound of an actual thunderstrike echoed through the giant room all the while arrowhead projectiles and power weapons hovered menacingly around the boy.

The teacher's response was as unconventional as ever. Instead of assuming a defensive stance, he calmly stepped forward...

FORWARD?

In the wake of such an intense attack, this man had such confidence to not even move back or defend himself, but rather MOVE... FORWARD?!

The students alongside Mako watched as this man was about to absolutely disrespect the final trump card of the supposed strongest kid in their class in the most humiliating way possible.

'Ah Sh*t!' Mako thought to himself as he was barely able to keep track of the high-speed movement even after activating all his sensory and ocular skills.

The teacher walked forward weaving effortlessly between the oncoming metal tendrils. His movements were fluid, almost dance-like as if he anticipated the trajectory of each attack.

The metal tendrils swung and thrust, but the teacher sidestepped with uncanny precision. The room beca spectacle of evasive maneuvers, with the teacher effortlessly avoiding every attempt the boy made to land a strike.

Enraged by still being unsuccessful at landing a successful hit at the teacher, the boy commanded the makeshift arrowhead projectiles that he had made from chunks of the robots to begin attacking as well.

While the power weapons were positioned to defend the boy, the floating makeshift arrowheads becextensions of the boy's will as he began blasting them at a rate of a dozen or so fired in a second with speeds reaching that of an actual fired bullet, amplifying the teacher's challenge.

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The projectiles launched themselves from in between the gaps of the large metal tendrils making it so that there was virtually no way for the teacher to dodge all of them as there was no safe position for him to move to in order to successfully dodge the attack.

A smirk appeared on the boy's face as he finally believed that he had caught the teacher, and now his attack would be able to deal sserious damage.

However, the teacher remained unphased by it all as he deftly redirected them away with subtle gestures, disarming the boy's formidable arsenal without even breaking a sweat.

As the boy gritted his teeth in frustration, the teacher's smile remained intact. His actions spoke of a profound mastery over the situation, a display of skill that went beyond the flashy powers exhibited by his opponent.

Undeterred, the boy intensified the assault, channeling more purple lightning into the metal constructs. The room echoed with electricity crackling as the tendrils moved with increased speed and ferocity.

The teacher, however, continued his mesmerizing dance of evasion. Not once did he raise his fist for self-defense or an attack. The speed and precision with which he navigated the onslaught left the students, including Mako, in awe. It was a demonstration of martial prowess that transcended the limitations of supernatural abilities.

The boy's frustration reached its peak, his attacks growing more erratic. The teacher, still smiling, beckoned him to continue, an invitation to unleash his full fury.

Amidst the chaos, Mako observed with a mix of fascination and apprehension. The clash of powers and techniques unfolded before him, revealing a teacher who seemed to have unlocked a level of skill that defied the conventional understanding of combat.

As the boy's frustration grew, the teacher remained an unyielding force of calm amidst the storm.

Sweat dripped down the boy's face and blood began to drip from his nose as he continued to channel more power into his attacks. The constant use of such a strong skill was taking a toll on his body and draining him of his mana at an alarming rate.

However, the boy's pride didn't allow him to rest at all. His vision was clouded by his anger and all he wanted to do was to see that confident teacher in front of him struggle and suffer just like all his past trainers.

The tendrils of metal whirred with even greater intensity, and the room crackled with the amplified electricity. It was a spectacle of unbridled power and a relentless assault against a teacher who seemed untouchable.

"Hmm... You can still go on? Impressive." The teacher commented on the boy's unwavering resolve and determination.

In a moment of desperation, the boy altered his strategy. He channeled his magnetism ability once more, attempting to constrict the teacher's movements by manipulating the metal floor on which the teacher was standing.

He flexed his muscles tightly as in an instant the metal floor crunched up around both of the teacher's legs, completely restricting his movement by holding him in place.

The students gasped with worry as they thought that the boy had finally cracked through and would now be able to strike the teacher without him being able to dodge any more of his attacks.

With blood dripping down his nose and his vision getting more blurry by the second, the boy realized that he was most likely good for one more assault before he was completely void of mana and he was gonna make this one count and inflict as much pain on the teacher as possible for the way he had treated him.

The anxiety within the room quickly escalated as everyone witnessed the boy preparing to launch his final attack all the while the teacher still remained calm, only now he didn't have a smile on his face.

The teacher didn't seem to be struggling at all, to at least try and escape from his entrapment before the final attack was launched. He instead welcomed the attack openly, stating through his pose and behavior that he wasn't afraid in the slightest.

The boy let out a mighty shout as he powered up the last bits of his mana and aura and charged them into his final attack.

He split the metal tendrils in two, halving their mass so that they could move even faster and encompass them entirely with purple lightning such that arc began to erupt from them in random directions.

The swas also true for the remaining projectiles that he had left. He dropped control of the power weapons that he had hovering around him for defense after realizing that the teacher wasn't going to attack and was just measuring his power.

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To which he decided to show him just how much power he had.

As the boy's shout ended, he was ready to launch his final attack. The room becsilent with only the crackles of electricity echoing throughout the room. Everyone held their breath with the uncertainty of what was to happen next.

The boy began his assault, not holding back in the slightest and throwing every single attack in his arsenal at the teacher at the exact stime.

Yet, the teacher's response was not what the boy anticipated. Like almost moving through the water, the teacher was easily able to break his legs free from the metal confines which was shocking in of itself, but what followed afterwards was even more shocking.

Instead of resisting the magnetic forces, the teacher seemed to flow with them. He moved gracefully, almost as if the magnetic currents were guiding his steps. The metal tendrils, instead of constraining him, twisted and turned in mesmerizing patterns around the teacher, like obedient serpents.

The onlookers, including Mako and the bewildered students, could hardly believe their eyes. It was as if the teacher had becone with the very forces acting against him.

With a sudden burst of energy, the boy unleashed a barrage of lightning-infused attacks, hoping to overwhelm the teacher's defenses. Purple arcs of energy surged through the air, seeking to strike their elusive target. Yet, the teacher continued his dance of evasion, sidestepping, weaving, and ducking with the seffortless finesse.

The teacher's mastery over the situation was now undeniable. Not a single lightning bolt grazed him, and the metal tendrils, once menacing, moved in elegant synchrony with his every move. The room resonated with the symphony of battle, aof power and grace.

The boy, feeling the weight of his unmet rage, pushed himself further. The attacks becmore frenzied, the lightning more erratic, and the metal constructs more chaotic. The teacher, however, remained an unyielding figure, his calm demeanor unshaken.

With a final, defiant roar, the boy threw everything he had into one last, desperate assault. Lightning crackled, metal tendrils swirled, and the room reached a crescendo of chaos.

And then, as abruptly as it had begun, the boy's onslaught ceased. He stood there, panting and drained, surrounded by the remnants of his unleashed power. The room fell silent, the echoes of the intense clash lingering in the air.

The teacher, still wearing that mischievous smile, approached the boy with a calm stride. There was no triumph in his expression, only a quiet understanding. To the absolute shock and surprise of all the spectators, the teacher extended a hand towards the exhausted student.

"Good effort," he said, his tone carrying a genuine note of acknowledgment. "But remember, strength isn't just about power. It's about control, finesse, and knowing when to strike. You've got potential, kid. Channel that rage into something..."

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