The Goddess Made A Mistake Again

"Look at that people, Henry had obstructed that attack with his massive sword with absolutely no damage!" The announcer said, "And what is with that sword of his anyway! It's way too big!"

"Exactly what my girlfriend says!"

"…"

Feeling the crowd's empty faces, the broadcaster did not feel a bit shame. If Henry was close to shameless, this guy was shameless.

"Oh my! Let's see how they level up this ranked fight from now on as both men have drawn out their massive weapons."

"At one side we have Taylor, the number 1 ranked student of Class F and his Sky Angel's Bow. Then on the other side, we have the enormous fella down at the bottom rank with his extremely un-crafty long sword or is that huge sword, I Don't Know."

At this point, I literally start to ignore the guy's comments. It was rather a disturbance than fun to hear him talk.

Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, I swing my sword and cut off the arrow that was supposed to hit my heart. I saw Taylor getting irritated as he starts to draw his bow again.

"Hey, Taylor!" I call him out, briefly stopping him, "How's your stamina going? I'm sure it should be close to half right?"

"No! I'm far from getting my stamina diminished."

'That liar.'

My mouth curls up as I see into him. His body could not hold back its secret and showed me that his endurance was somewhere around 49 percent.

"I can do this all day long." Taylor said, pulling back his bow.

There!

'He's stamina just dropped by another 15 percent."

I block off his attack again with the sword and start to move around him. Taylor shot two more arrows at me before his reduced stamina effects started to show.

'Haha… he's stamina's now below 12 percent.' My eyes see the blue colored pool inside his body drop to a staggering low. 'Now he won't even be able to move much further.'

As I thought, Taylor stopped using the bow and took a breather. His body heaved in small and medium breaths as he tried to get his stamina back.

Technically, people with such a low proportion of stamina shouldn't even be standing. But here Taylor was, taking in steady breaths to clear himself and get some strength back.

That was a significant variance with people in this world. At such low percentage, people in my world would have already laid down in the ground to sleep. It was somewhat same here too, but it was determination that held them up.

I had experimented with my eyes and can even say that if a man's willpower is as strong as a diamond, then even at 1 percent a person can do a miracle.

Taylor here was not only a genius but a hard working guy too and at such a perilous moment of his life, he couldn't give up easily. Not when his family was at stake.

In an unexpected move, Taylor desperately ran towards me. His sudden move surprised me a bit and he was able to come to a clear distance of me.

I already knew what he was going for. My eyes saw his stamina pool lower down to 1% and... he did the miracle.

Taylor jumped towards me with an arrow already prepared to shoot and let it go at me.

The bastard actually was able to go beyond and do something like this.

But…

"You're attacks strong Taylor… But I'm Stronger!"

My right hand, which was already pulled back, smash into the arrow.

"BOOM!"

Taylor's and everyone's eyes expanded at what they could only say was completely crazy.

It's because my attack not only instantly destroyed Taylor's Air arrow but even went as far to hit him.

At this critical moment, Taylor looked at the large fist coming towards him… it was incomparably slow… or he's mind was processing the memory too fast because it knew that Taylor might die because of it.

With no options left, Taylor felt the brunt of Henry's attack as his body somersaulted towards the wall and broke through.

"Woah…" A second year student says, "Is he dead?"

"I would be." His friend replied.

At another place, a cute girl almost cried, "Oh my god… did that pretty guy died?"

"Don't worry, Peavey. I'm still here for you!"

I ignore the numerous noise the annoying crowd makes and look at the crash site.

The wall had a huge whole where Taylor's broken body lay in tatters, the rocks around the wall unstable as they could fall at any time.

But I didn't need to worry, the guy had surprisingly survived.

'Whoo… it would have been a massive problem if that guy died.'

The announcer shell-shocked out of his mind, stammered, "Ah- Ah… as you can see everyone, Taylor did something quite incredible and attacked Henry at an extremely close range that should have been impossible to counter."

"But even with such odds, Henry somehow did the impossible. Not only did he destroy the sharp attack with his bare hands! But he also punched the living shit out of Taylor."

"Now the matter remains… will Taylor be able to stand up or is this the end of his journey?"

The announcer did sound quiet cheesy to everyone, but they all wanted to know the answer. Even Henry stood there with a smile on his face.

'Is he going to do it now?'

…

Inside the broken wall, Taylor tried to move his body but it only brought him more pain.

"Anghh… am I still… alive?" He groaned a question.

"Tap!" A small rock fell over his left leg and Taylor felt a huge amount of pain course through his body.

"ANGHHH!"

"Fuck!... I'm still alive!"

Taylor tried to look through the hole and see what Henry was doing.

'Did I get him?' He thought only to be reminded of where that action now led him.

"Shit! How can someone be so… so… strong!" Taylor expressed in anger, "He destroyed my arrow with just his bare fist, is he a monster or something."

"How can I ever defeat someone like that?"

As Taylor felt the deepest pit of anguish hold him, a thought emerged in him.

It was a few moments before the fight had started, when Taylor had just gotten inside the arena halls. As he was walking through the dark hallway, he felt something being put inside his pocket by the guard.

"Use this when you think you're going to lose."

!!

What was that?

Taylor couldn't look behind as he felt something sharp pointed at his neck.

"Why… Why are you trying to help me?" Taylor asked as he thought it was the most effective question.

"Because both of us hate the Tax Bastard!"

Even at that moment, Taylor could say that it was most likely a lie. The guard had no real hatred in his voice.

Still, he didn't know why but his hand subconsciously pulled out the item.

It was syringe filled with some pure red substance. He looked at it and could not help but think the unthinkable.

'Should I fall that low…'

…

"I think Taylor won't be getting up." The announcer said before glancing at me, "Should I call it?"

I wait for a bit more, to see if Taylor has actually given up or not.

'Hmm… did the experiment fail?'

Seeing no movement, I was about to tell the announcer to finish it.

"GHRRRR!"

Suddenly, a growl that seemed close to a demon's crawled out of that hole.

"TAXXXXXX!"