Chapter 220: Tournament of the Elite - Part 1

- Three Weeks Later -

*Spit* 

"Not bad, you b*stard, not bad," a light blue haired boy said while spitting a mouthful of blood on the cracked arena floor. "But I wish you weren't such a coward. Fight me head on!"

His usual warm silver eyes were cold and sharp, watching the team of three in front of him. His pale skin was covered in bloody cuts and bruises that made him look almost pitiful, but he wasn't alone.

Next to him, on his left, was a little brown haired girl standing next to him, rapidly healing his wounds. She herself had many small wounds that were still bleeding profoundly.

"Amira," the boy called while wiping the blood off of his face, and particularly his eyes, in order to clear his field vision. "Heal yourself first, I'm ok."

"No!" The little girl retorted in worry. "I can't leave you like this, Shin. You're more important than I am in this fight!"