I Became A Zompirewolf Chapter 100 - Oh Shoot! (1)

Chapter 100 - Oh Shoot! (1)

As soon as the match started, Master baiter immediately ducked within the sack he had been carrying with him. Ashton didn't wait and lunged at him. With his claws drawn, he was about to punch the baiter into oblivion, when suddenly he was pushed back with an invisible force.

'The heck was that?' Ashton looked back at his opponent, only to realise that the man was now covered in some kind of a weird-looking armour.

From a glance, Ashton could say that the armour looked to be self-made from sc.r.a.pped metal and other things, with wires sticking out of it from weird angles. The man looked more like a broken ancient robot than anything else.

'It would be rude of me to judge someone based on their appearance.' Ashton snapped out of his arrogant way of thinking and started fighting for real, 'But first, let's see what you got.'

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Name: Rico

Species: Werewolf (Active).

Status: Werewolf

Cla.s.s: Creationist

t.i.tle: [Creator Of Sc.r.a.p], [One Among A Thousand]

Age: 19 years

Gender: Male

Grade: F-tier (Evolution is possible)

Affiliation: None.

Level:

> Werewolf Level: 15

Stats:

HP: 2200/2200

Damage: 30

Armour: 30

Stealth: 30

Stamina: 40

Agility: 22

Intelligence: 60

Nature:

Observant

Skill:

Werewolf Skills:

>> Creation: A skill allowing the user to visualise blueprints of forgeable equipment inside their head and store them for later use. This skill can also be used to reverse engineer some basic pieces of equipment from unknown sources.

The user will be able to store rarer blueprints as the level of this skill goes up.

Grade: Low

Cooldown: 1 day

>> Forge: This skill allows the user to forge a stored blueprint with ease. Once activated, the user's body will continue to forge the equipment in question, even while they sleep. This skill won't deactivate unless the user cancels it, or they run out of material to continue forging, or they successfully crafted the equipment they wanted to.

The user will be able to forge more and more complex machines as the level of this skill goes up.

Grade: Low

Cooldown: 1 day

>> Refuse Storage: Also known as the curse skill of the creationists. Upon accepting the Creationist cla.s.s, the user will no longer be able to use their inventory as they used to. They will only be able to store raw materials needed for creation inside their inventory.

>> Intelligence Dependence: Creationists are not allowed to use stat points as they see fit. Instead, all of their stats will depend on their intelligence. The higher the intelligence stat, the higher would be the rest of the stats.

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'So... that's why he was carrying the armour in a sack. Rather than using the inventory.' Ashton thought while he a.n.a.lysed the armour, 'Man, it must be tough to not be able to use the inventory like it was made to be used. I can never see myself becoming a creationist, to be honest.'

"Come whenever you please, I'm in no hurry." Baiter taunted him.

Ashton should have been p.i.s.sed, but for some reason, he chuckled at his opponent's challenge. It was the first time Ashton was fighting someone like Baiter, and even though they were yet to exchange a proper blow, Ashton felt a sense of sportsmans.h.i.+p.

"Fine by me." Ashton excepted his challenge and once again launched himself at Baiter.

However, this time he was alert. After all, he wasn't going to repeat the same mistake twice. A second prior to the collision, Ashton jumped over Baiter's head and brought his transformed arm down on him like a cleaver.

Ashton thought since he was more agile than his opponent, there was no way Baiter would have been able to stop him. But he was wrong. Although he was indeed faster than his opponent, Ashton forgot to take one thing into count. The effects Baiter would have imbued on his armour.

In a flash, Baiter raised both of his hands over his head. Ashton's blow was able to put a huge dent into the metal protecting Baiter's hands, but apart from that, he wasn't able to do much. However, before Ashton could get himself away from Baiter, the latter kicked him right in the chest.

The next moment, Ashton was flung towards the edge of the arena. His momentum was too much, if he didn't do anything, he would have been thrown out of bounds. Ashton quickly racked his brain and dug all four of his claws deep within the arena, which saved him from falling off, but just by an inch.

However, it didn't appear like Baiter was done yet. With a loud bang, he shot himself in Ashton's direction. He never thought Ashton would do something like that to stop himself from getting thrown out. But since Ashton did that, he didn't leave any other choice for Baiter. Ashton was quite literally going to push him out of the arena with his body.

"I knew you would do something like that," Ashton smiled at the last moment and jumped over Baiter who was charging at him like a raging bull.

Considering how fast Baiter was running, there was no way he would be able to balance himself in time. His disqualification was inevitable. Or so, Ashton thought.

Well, Ashton was correct in his a.s.sumption, there was no way Baiter was going to save himself from his certain fall. But that didn't mean he was going to let Ashton win so easily either. Just before he would have fallen off the arena, Baiter grabbed on to Ashton's legs.

His plan was simple. If he was going to get eliminated, he was going to take his opponent with him. Meanwhile, the crowd awed and gasped with the constant s.h.i.+ft of momentum amongst the fighters.

However, the crowd wasn't going berserk on its own. The constant change in the odds of the bets was putting them on the edge as well.

"d.a.m.n it! Let me go!" Ashton barked at Baiter.

"Not unless you pull me up." Baiter laughed but did not let go of Ashton's legs.

"You know what? Keep holding on if you'd like."

Saying so, Ashton jumped out of the arena. Leaving everyone stunned. Both of them fell on the ground below.. The match had no winners? Which essentially meant that no one won the bets either.