Squad 7 approached their opponents with speed. They expertly controlled their airbeats to swiftly move forward with smooth steps. They wouldn't be any slower running on land. There were no members who could expertly utilize the airbeats in squad 13.

"What are they doing?"

The only member to step forward in squad 13 was Canute. The remaining were on standby on top of the airbeats that Kuro controlled.

"Jose, let's start."

Han ungeared the airbeat on his hip and turned it on. The airbeat felt heavy in his hands because he was holding onto it slanted.

"HUUP!"

Han pushed all his strength into his right arm. The second years of Ark had muscular strength equal to that of a super human. Their muscles were denser and the fibers were more flexible than a normal human adult.

Wooong!

Han's irises glowed with psychic energy.

'They're not using psychic energy to control the airbeats. They are using it to reinforce it with momentum. If his psychokinetic powers overpower the throw, the flying speed would be drastically reduced.'

Han minutely controlled his psychokinetic powers, and threw the airbeat that had been in his hand.

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Hwooong!

The airbeat that Han threw flew out like a bullet.

"Jose!"

Jose focused. The storage space of the airbeat had a red dot drawn onto it. This had been a mark to help raise his focus.

"Explode!"

Boo-oom!

The airbeat flying out burst like a bomb. Two of the airbeats that squad 7 controlled immediately became junk from the explosion.

"Wh, what? What happened? The airbeat exploded!"

The watching second years yelled. It was common to use an airbeat with support weapon attachments. Amongst them, bombs were also a common tool. However, this practice had been banned.

"Next!"

Han grasped another airbeat and threw it.

"Dodge! Run away!"

Squad 7's Kato shouted out. The squad 7 members ran away while stepping onto their airbeats. The squad members who lost their airbeat hopped up onto a nearby wooden pillar.

BANG!

The airbeat blast into tiny pieces. The airbeat had missed the mark this time, but it had menacing power.

"What in the world... Is it a bomb? Are they breaking the rules? No, there is no way Han would be unaware of it."

The audience was speechless. The airbeats self destructed like bombs.

Han slowed his breath as his eyes glowed.

'When we're done exploding the airbeats, we will be the winner

Han had poured in a generous amount of gun repair oil into the airbeat storage spaces. Each airbeat has their own engine. The combination of Jose's ignition skills and flammable oil would be enough to cause an explosion.

"Dang it! We will attack before they can throw anymore airbeats. Don't retreat!"

"But if we get closer, we'll get caught in the explosions..!"

"It will be better than losing!"

Squad 7 made a huge commotion as they moved. They mobilized their remaining airbeats. All the drill instructors who were watching had disturbed expressions. They were not worried that they had dabbled into the gray zone territory of breaking the rules, but another tiring reason.

"The airbeats... Are probably irreparable after self destructing like that, right?"

"Probably. How much is it to make one of them?"

"More than your monthly paycheck."

"... Shouldn't we stop them?"

Airbeats were one of the luxury gears. They were considered one of the military's manless robots. They were not considered to be used as self destructing weapons during training drills. Watching the airbeats explode one after another, the drill instructors could feel their hearts dropping to the floor.

"Ugh, let's just wait and see for now. We must collect the data of this battle as well."

"You're in charge of submitting the report for this squad battle."

While the drill instructors were beating their brains, a youth standing in the battle field voice roared shaking the stadium.

"HAA—AAN LEE!"

Kato roared as he charged forward. He sliced a oncoming airbeat in half as he charged.

The end of his sword exploded. The left side of his face had charred completely black. Squad 7 lost their airbeats one by one and gradually all dropped to the safety nets.

"Bring it, Kato!!"

Han threw the airbeat in front of himself as a platform. He sprinted forward to Kato and rammed into him using his shoulder.

Bang!

Kato and Han both fell to the ground. Their body fell onto the net, causing it to spring up and down.

'He planned to make us both fall! Son of a $%#$!'

Kato sprang up and gripped Han by the throat. Han smirked and pointed his finger to the drill instructors.

"It's against the rules to use violence at this moment, Kato."

"You $%#%$#.."

Kato's hands shook with anger. The battle was ending up above. Once squad 7 lost all their airbeats, they had no hope to win. The remaining squad members who couldn't move at all on top of the wooden pillars volunteered to give up.

'We couldn't even put up a fight before we lost. They focused all their attacks to our airbeats, with their self destruction..'

Kato glared fiercely to Han. He would not feel so frustrated if it had been a fair fight. He had lost without having to throw a single punch.

"Kato, it's squad 13's victory. I won, and you lost."

Han said after slapping Kato's hand away.

"You coward. You used bombs! This is against the rules! You lost for cheating!"

"They're not bombs. Jose used his psychic powers to make them explode. Also, the drill instructors will be the one to make the call."

Han said calmly and returned to his squad. For now, squad 13 was announced the winner. There were various opinions on this squad battle.

The other second years were curious about the details of this round. As soon as the battle ended, the drill instructors called for Han. They looked furious for all different reasons.

"Squad leader 13, Han Lee, Master Drill instructor Greseman wants to see you. You should already be aware as to why."

"Yes sir."

Han gave a short salute and went to Greseman's office. He didn't have time to wipe off his sweat from the match. He felt dirty, but he had no time to care about these small details. He wondered what sort of answer he should give to Greseman.