“I’ll fucking end this match in one blow…” Carson growled, a wide grin stretching across his face as he raised his sword high above his head.
“Well, well… Looks like Carson is fired up and ready to give it everything he’s got,” Tyron commented, smiling as he gracefully leapt off the stage.
“Death is the only truth…” Julius muttered coldly. From beneath his dark, rune-engraved robe, he drew out a human femur bone—bound with totems and radiating eerie magical energy.
“Oh my god… That thing looks downright terrifying,” Tyron exclaimed, eyes wide as he turned to the audience. “Looks like Julius isn’t here to take any insults from Carson today.”
“But, as both of you know…” Tyron added, his voice projecting across the arena, “there are only two rules in these duels. First, you are not allowed to kill your opponent. Second, you may use anything—except forbidden spells and cursed items.”
“Oh, I’ll show this gloomy bastard who the fuck I am. Come at me, bitch!” Carson shouted and charged forward, sword gleaming under the sun as he sprinted toward Julius.
Meanwhile, seated casually in his chair, Leon’s eyes narrowed slightly. Without lifting a finger, he activated his skill.
<Inspect>
[Name: Carson Lonel]
[Class: Swordsman]
[Race: Human]
[HP: 300/300]
[MP: 100/150]
[Description: Carson is the third son of the Lonely family. He’s a skilled swordsman, but his overconfidence and fragile ego often drag him down during fights.]
<Inspect>
[Name: Julius Olwen]
[Class: Dark Magi]
[Race: Human]
[HP: 450/600]
[MP: 132/300]
[Description: Julius Olwen, an orphan adopted by the Olwen family, possesses an exceptional memory for spells and is a specialist in illusion magic.]
“Oh my god… Carson’s already slashed at Julius, and he hasn’t even moved! Is this the end of the duel already!?” Tyron shouted, his voice echoing as the crowd leaned forward.
*Swish*
Carson’s blade swung through Julius’s form—right at his neck—but it passed through like slicing smoke.
“An illusion…” Leon spoke with a smile.
“What the—!?” Carson stumbled forward, his balance thrown off. But before he could recover, Julius appeared behind him and gently tapped his back with the bone wand.
*Touch*
“Fuc—”
“Shadow Blast.”
*BOOM*
A burst of black light erupted from the wand, sending Carson sprawling across the ground.
“Death is the only way…” Julius whispered, a mocking smirk tugging at his lips as he stared down at his fallen opponent.
“You fucking asshole…” Carson growled, struggling to rise, but Julius calmly placed the bone wand against his back again.
“Stand up—and I promise, you’ll feel pain in a very unpleasant spot every time you try to walk straight,” Julius warned darkly, sliding the wand lower toward Carson’s tailbone.
‘He should’ve aimed just a little lower. Then Carson would’ve felt that pain every single morning,’ Leon mused with a smirk from the sidelines.
“F-Fuck… I-I surrender!” Carson shouted in frustration, slamming a fist into the ground.
Thud
“Very well! The winner of the first match—Julius Olwen of House Umbraeth!” Tyron announced, striding back onto the stage.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I don’t even know what just happened, but that was incredible! Once again, Umbraeth House shows why it’s feared—merciless and direct.”
“You… You don’t fight with honor,” Carson spat angrily, glaring at Julius.
“No matter how you fight… Death doesn’t care,” Julius replied coolly as he turned and walked back toward his house.
…
“Without wasting a moment, we’ll move to the next match!” Tyron’s voice boomed again. “Next up—Jimmy Ozword from House Aurinox. Oh! That’s my house. And facing him… Ingrid Hall from House Aetherwyn.”
“An Enchanter versus a Mage. But there’s a twist, folks. Jimmy is a senior—fourth year—while Ingrid is just a second-year junior. This one’s going to be interesting! And now, let the match… BEGIN!”
“Visit my room after the match, sweetheart. I’ll show you how to enchant something real good,” Jimmy said with a playful wink toward Ingrid.
“Are you serious right now? We’re in the middle of a duel,” Ingrid snapped, pulling out her wand and pointing it at him.
“Then come at me. You’ve already enchanted my heart, beautiful,” Jimmy grinned.
“Aldos Inferno!” Ingrid shouted, unleashing a barrage of twenty blazing fire bullets from her wand.
Swish-Swish-Swish-Swish
“There it is—Ingrid’s flame barrage! But the bullets are flying at such irregular intervals! Can Jimmy dodge them all?” Tyron shouted, excitement filling his voice.
But Jimmy didn’t even flinch. He stood still, smiling.
Boom-Boom-Boom
The bullets slammed into him, enveloping his body in smoke.
“They hit him—dead on! He didn’t even move! Could this be the end for Jimmy?” Tyron asked as the crowd held their breath.
“D-Did I win…?” Ingrid asked timidly, her eyes focused on the smoke.
But then the smoke cleared—and Jimmy stood there, completely unharmed. Not a single burn or scratch on his clothes.
“What the—?” Ingrid gasped, utterly bewildered.
“Looks like Jimmy just gave us all a lesson in enchantments,” Tyron laughed as he immediately understood what had just happened.
“His clothes are covered in defensive enchantments,” Leon commented calmly.
“That’s not possible… The uniforms are already enchanted. You can’t just—” Malkof began, but Leon cut him off.
“They look like academic uniforms, but they’re not. He’s wearing fakes—replicas enchanted with his own magic.” Leon spoke with a smile as he had already inspected his clothes.
“While the crowd’s attention was focused on Jimmy, no one noticed the small pendant he had tossed beneath Ingrid’s feet.” Leon added.
“What!?” Malkof hissed, spotting the trinket.
“I summon the almighty air… Show me the path!” Jimmy declared dramatically.
*WHOOOSH*
A gust of wind blasted from the pendant—lifting Ingrid’s skirt and revealing her white panties to the entire stadium.
“Kyaaah!” Ingrid screamed and dashed off the stage in embarrassment.
“Well… I-I don’t have anything to add, except… that was Jimmy, ladies and gentlemen. And he has won the match with his perverted magic,” Tyron declared with an awkward smile.
“And now, the match we’ve all been waiting for!” Tyron continued, his voice booming again. “I know I’ve said this about every match so far, but this next one promises to be the shortest… and perhaps the funniest!”
“Please welcome… Leon Luster from House Virellis! And his opponent—Veronica Reynal from House Zevrath!” Tyron spoke with a smile as he pointed towards Malkof.
“Kid… You are going upstage. Don’t fear anything and don’t worry about the house’s reputation. Just say that you admit defeat and come down.
It’s really easy.” Malkof spoke with a serious expression as he looked at Leon.
“Huh…?” Leon looked at Malkof with a confused expression.
‘What kind of motivation is that ? This guy wants the only candidate of his house to surrender without even fighting ? What a stupid teacher.’ Leon thought with a neutral expression as he walked upto the stage.
