Magic Trials (Half-Blood Academy #1)- Meg Xuemei X Page 0,50

my best asset—speed.

I ducked a heavy-weighted swing from my opponent and lashed out with my foot toward the back of the punk’s knee.

To my surprise, he didn’t even bother avoiding my kick. He threw his elbow toward my exposed throat just as my foot connected with his knee.

He didn’t go down, not as I’d expected. He took the blow easily without even bending his knee.

It dawned on me instantly.

He must have been training for the role of Dominion soldier since he could walk. He’d known he was a descendant of the gods. Most people considered being a part of the gods’ army the greatest honor, even though Half-Blood Academy was not-so-secretly called Half-Death Academy by some dissidents.

And a new reality sank in—I wasn’t faster than Jack.

I’d gotten used to being faster than anyone else in my hunter years, but that advantage had ended just now.

While the Ritual of Blood Runes hadn’t done anything for me, other than burned me brutally and marked me as an uncategorized freak, all the other initiates who had survived the ritual had gotten way more powerful.

The powers granted to them because of their bloodline had all manifested.

They’d become faster and stronger, a better version of themselves, as befitting a student of the Half-Blood Academy.

That moment of distraction and bitter feelings cost me instantly when Jack drove his fist toward my head. I leapt back to dodge the jab, but I wasn’t quick enough. Though he missed my skull, his blow smashed onto my shoulder blade.

I widened my eyes in astonishment as I heard the clear, sharp sound of my bone cracking. Pain jolted throughout me, threatening to paralyze me. But I couldn’t allow that, or I’d be done with before it even started.

My opponent was stronger than I’d thought. He was no longer a mere human male. He’d upgraded. He was now formally a part of the killing machine, a strong descendant of the Olympian gods, while I remained the non-evolved.

If his fist had smashed into my head, he’d have opened my skull.

A flick of surprise also passed through his expression, twitching a muscle in his jaw. He hadn’t expected me to be fast enough to dodge his killing strike.

The rumor on campus, probably started by Demetra and her minions, was that I was a dud because I wasn’t a true descendant.

Jack probably thought that eliminating me was doing me a favor; he definitely thought it was what the Demigod of Sea wanted.

Though my shoulder throbbed, I pushed through my shock and agony so I could spin out of the next series of jabs, punches, and dropkicks from my adversary. In the meantime, I blocked out the clique’s cheering for their champion.

With a weapon, I might be able to show him what I was capable of. But the demigod had known that and pitted my weakness against my opponent’s strength. I hadn’t the slightest edge over Jack. Even his weaknesses seemed stronger than my strengths.

We circled each other. He attacked and I parried, taking a few more hits on my sides and one on the jaw as I observed his moves, desperate to locate his Achilles' heel.

I wasn’t familiar with boxing, which seemed to be Jack’s favorite sport. I bet he’d have been a pro boxer if he hadn’t been accepted into the Half-Blood Academy.

He swung his thick arm toward my face while his other hand tried to ram into my middle, intending to punch out my breakfast.

Unfortunately for him, I hadn’t had any, but I was wise and just fast enough to leap out of harm’s way.

When he aimed his next punch toward my ear, hell-bent on damaging my eardrum, I ducked from under his arm and rammed my fist into his side, as hard as I could.

He didn’t even flinch. He was built and trained for hits and impacts much heavier than my puny fist could deliver.

I couldn’t do any damage to him without a blade.

And I had no magic.

After a few bouts, he’d cracked my shoulder blade and a rib or two, yet I still stood, still fought back as viciously as I could, despite how badly I was outmatched.

It was getting hard to keep pushing through the agony my every muscle and bone felt from the brutal onslaught of my opponent. Luckily, instead of shutting down, my body still coordinated with my commands.

Maybe I was just too stubborn.

Jack marched toward me, and I staggered back.

A defensive strategy no longer served me when I was facing a stronger and faster foe. I