I Reincarnated as The Protagonist's Best Friend

The matches continued without stop. The result of Alan’s match was a victory for him. His rank increased by 6 this time.

And after a while, Quash also got matched. His opponent was a Dragon. He was nothing special. Just a stray Dragon what made it into the Top by sheer grit and will.

And once again, Quash saw the opportunity to use the Bazooka. He pulled out the Bazooka and fired the moment the match started.

But unlike a drake, a Dragon can fly because it has wings the Dragon flapped it’s wings and soared to the air. Getting out of the Bazookas trajectory. But instead of going straight, the rocket took a sharp turn and hit the floating Dragon in the chest.

*ROOOAARR~~!!*

The Dragon roared in pain. Though there is no visible damage because of its tough scales, it still felt the shock of getting hit mear the heart.

Quash fired another one. And another one without giving the Dragon any chance to recover. His aim was the join of the wings and eyes. He reloaded and fired rapidly. The Dragon was getting bombarded before it released a wave of energy that blasted out.

The rockets flying towards it getting deflected. The Dragon breathed heavily. Its whole body is a mess. No matter how tough it’s scales are, continuous damage broke the scales of it’s body. Now it’s whole body throbbed in pain. But it finally got a breather-

*BOOOM~~!!*

’WHAT!?’

The Dragon screamed internally. That’s not how it supposed to be! Wasn’t the opponent supposed to act cautious when it pulls on a big move!? Thinking the attacks won’t work anymore!?

Then why was it still getting bombed!?

The dragon once again roared in pain. It’s eyes have been damaged badly. Now it could even see properly. But it didn’t matter because dragons were top of the food chain. Their biology was most superior! The puny tricks won’t work again!

The Dragon expanded its Divine Sense out to locate the enemy and alsot the rockets. Through the Divine Sense, the Dragon Sense a very fast object closeing the gap between them almost in an instant.

And before it could move away, it’s neck was hit by a chain like a whip. Breaking the scales and caving itself into it’s flesh.

The Dragon couldn’t even scream because of the intense shock. It’s body gave out and fell. And the next moment, it was hit with another Bazooka rocket.

Quash looked at the 20 meter tall Dragon while holding the chain on his right hand and Bazooka on the left, resting on his shoulder. A victorious smile marred on his face.

The Dragon looked miserable. Blood spilling out, one wing almost detached from the body. Scales broken all over the body. It’s neck had the chain stuck while one side of its eye was gone.

It was blown away from the last rocket. But as expected of a Dragon, even with such severe injuries. It was still alive. So to put it out of it’s misery, Quash first thought of just drive his fist into the dragons brain but realised that he was too small for that.

So he decided to be the bigger person and waste another round of his ammo. He could get them from Gagon anyway.

*BOOOM~~!!*

[Winner! Quash Ogmore!]

And after that, the Dragon was pulled out and Quash shortly after.

He arrived in the same place he was pulled in. He calmly put away the Bazooka and the chain inside his Spatial Ring.

"Dude. You know that people think you’re a psychopath right?"

Alan, who was sitting beside him said in slight disbelief.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean the you fight. That’s extreme bro! And before you say that it’s a norm, it’s not! I know students ar killing each other but that’s still within bounds! With weapons! Fast and clean! But what you do is extreme gore! Smashing people’s heat with a fist! Blowing up people! Dude!"

"... Okay. So what about it?"

Quash asked, a bit perplexed. And the question seem have made Alan’s brain short circuit. Because as he tried to refute, there wasn’t any visible argument as to what was wrong. No death was real. The gore everywhere. Even he himself killed a lot to yet to his rank.

So what of Quash’s matches that made it so uncomfortable? Alan couldn’t answer.

He went silent, thinigb about something deeply. Quash didn’t disturb him as well. But he understood Alan’s point. It wasn’t rational but emotional. His actions feels extreme and out of the norm for some reason. As Alan said, his actions lacked the cleanness it should have to make the gore appear more... refined and acceptable.

But because he doesn’t use any fancy moves that makes the killing look spectacular, it becomes uncomfortable and alien instead.

But regardless of that. The matches continued and before noon, Quash was already into he Top 1000.

[958]

Win streak: 498

Alan was also close to him. He was around the Top 1100s. Right now, Quash was fighting his last battle before his rank jumped once again. The opponent was a very

His opponent was a Limit Breaker. A person who has broken their class limit. Quash estimated that their Stats were around 150s. But it didn’t really matter because Quash had been usuing Attribute Superimposition everytime after he Battle with the Dragon.

Intending to perfect his Technique. He was improving, the wastes were getting minimal, his control was improving at a rapid pace. He could even use Hard Stop Technique where he uses Aura to stick to the ground along side Attribute Superimposition.

It was a bit tough at first but he got it figured out within a minute or so after testing mid fights.

That’s why his matches took longer. He was experimenting and improving. But the results were obvious to notice.

That is why, he managed to beat his opponent fairly easily.

[Your Achievements have earned you the right to Challenge the 20th Rank. Will you Challenge now?]

And when Quash returned to the bleachers, he viewed the badge and it showed something else other than just Ranks and Win Streak.