If Hawks had just thought that his opponent was scary, then after they really started fighting, he realized how naive he was. At this time, he was constantly flying with his wings, but he couldn't even get close to his opponent. The ice spears that suddenly shot up from the ground would always cut off his route of attack.
The 'ghost' stood there with his arms crossed like an outsider watching him, which undoubtedly made the desperately dodging Hawks feel a surge of anger, but the problem was that he didn't seem to have any other choice besides being angry.
His quirk not only allowed him to fly for a short period of time, but he could also harden the feathers on his wings to shoot. But before, no matter where or from what angle he attacked, he would be blocked by the suddenly appearing ice spears, and he almost got shot down because of that brief pause.
And these were not the worst things. He felt that his stamina was being consumed a little too quickly, and he didn't know if it was his imagination.
'I can't drag this on any longer.'
Hawks, who was originally circling in the sky, finally made up his mind, but when he was about to make a move, he found that the 'ghost,' who had originally had his arms crossed, had opened his arms at some point, and an ice spear appeared in his right hand.
Even though the other party was wearing a helmet, he felt as if he saw a cold glint, and then —
'This is bad!'
He only had time to block his hardened wings in front of him, and he didn't even have time to dodge...
"Crack~!"
The ice spear instantly pierced his wing and his shoulder, pinning him firmly to the ceiling.
'I'm dead!'
The target this time was the 'ghost.' Before entering here, everyone had naturally studied a lot of the 'video data' about the other party. According to the information, the other party was best at continuous attacks.
A cavalry spear itself was a heavy weapon, and in the other party's hands, it also had speed. Once he lost the ability to dodge, the outcome was basically sealed, but just as he was about to despair, a pain suddenly came from his right shoulder.
There was no doubt that 'ice' could constrict blood vessels and had a temporary effect of suppressing pain.
But at this time, Hawks, who had regained control of his body, stumbled to the ground and looked at the 'armor' in front of him with a conflicted expression.
"You're not going to kill me?"
"Why would I kill you? Attacks without killing intent cannot kill me, nor can they arouse my interest in killing. My targets are only those who should be killed, and that's it."
While saying this, Lancer took out a green bottle.
"The first challenger on my body, consider it a consolation prize~"
A consolation prize?
He looked at the ice hand that was gradually floating in front of him and the green bottle placed in the palm of his hand with a look of confusion and bewilderment.
"It's for treating external injuries. If you're interested, you can drink it now."
An enemy handing over a strange bottle was something that anyone with a little common sense would be very wary of, after all, who knows what this thing does?
But after a moment of hesitation, Hawks directly opened the cap and drank it in one gulp.
He didn't think it was poison. After all, if the other party wanted to kill him, he would have done it already, and there was no need to go to all this trouble. He then saw that the wound on his right shoulder had actually started to heal.
The squirming granulation tissue and the itchiness on his right shoulder kept reminding him that this was not a dream...
Not only were the onlookers startled by Hawks' action, but Lancer was also surprised. He thought that the other party would take that bottle of 'healing potion' to a laboratory for examination, but this was a good thing for him, after all, it could increase the publicity effect.
Then he looked at Endeavor on the other side. The two of them didn't have any communication, and the battle began again when Endeavor stepped out of the crowd.
Hawks' most crucial ability was his mobility, but in the face of Lancer, who was also good at this, he could only be frustrated. In addition, the 'quirk' Lancer had obtained strengthened his vision, so it could be said that Lancer completely countered him. As for Endeavor?
He was good at large-scale attacks and explosive attacks, which could, to a certain extent, counter Lancer, but the premise was that the combat power of both sides was on the same level.
This match with Endeavor was agreed upon in advance and could be said to be an 'act,' but it was obvious that Endeavor himself did not think so.
Almost at the moment he made his move, his body was completely covered in flames, and his surroundings turned into a sea of fire. The raging flames even warmed up the temperature in the room a little.
Pillars of fire, flame jets, flame meteors...
In this room, which was even larger than a soccer field, sparks and ice crystals flew everywhere. Whether it was the onlookers or the ordinary people watching through the screen, they all felt a sense of exhilaration, as if they were watching a big movie.
But since it was a big movie, it would have to end.
When Lancer swung his spear and struck Endeavor's chest, Endeavor's heavy fist, wrapped in flames, also slammed into Lancer right arm.
Then, an incredible scene appeared.
"Bang~!"
In the midst of a huge noise, a crisp sound was incredibly faint but jarring, and then everyone saw the 'ghost's' right arm being sent flying.
There was no doubt that Endeavor also lost, but this was a good thing for the next 'challengers,' but —
"Should I say you did better than last time?"
"Cough cough~ Thank you very much."
In everyone's incredible eyes, the 'ghost' suddenly took off his somewhat tattered cape, and then they saw that his 'broken arm' had actually grown back.
It was at this time that they realized that there was no blood or anything like that flowing from the armor that was sent flying.
The 'ghost' was not human.
Because of his elusive nature before, this very unreliable 'urban legend' came about, but most people treated it as a joke. But now, it seemed that everything could not be summed up as just a 'joke.'
Some people even began to wonder if the so-called 'ghost' was the armor in front of them?
But the other party didn't seem to care at all. Instead, he manipulated the ice to pick up the 'arm' and put it back on.
"So who's next?"
It was the same hoarse voice as before, without any emotion, but everyone couldn't help but swallow. The originally somewhat strange appearance had been completely demonized...
And looking at everyone's reaction, Lancer was also very satisfied.
It was just as All Might had once asked him: "Why do you get to 'trial' others?"
Lancer answer was simple: "Because I'm stronger!"
However, his goal was not just to suppress everyone, so instead of spending time and effort suppressing them and dealing with resistance, it was better to appear as another identity — non-human.
"Is there no one? Then come at me together!"