The sound of the trumpet continued for a full minute before Anon decided to stop. Afterward, he placed the trumpet down.
Following this, Anon gracefully leaped down from the wall and landed directly in the arena.
He retrieved his shoes and coat from Sam and returned back to his seat beside Fiona. Silently sitting down, he puts his sunglasses back on.
“You can start the tournament now,” Anon said, as he went back to sleep.
“Start the tournament,” Fiona ordered with a smile as she retook her seat.
“Ladies and gentlemen, it appears the time for the Academic Exchange to commence has arrived, and I can assure you that this year’s event will be the most exciting of the entire year,” Sam announced as he stepped down from the stage, making way for a young woman of about 600 years old to take his place.
“Hello, everyone. I am the head of the match-setting committee for this year’s Academic Exchange Event. I will now announce the first three matches to be held in today’s Duel tournament.
So, the first match will be…
Mr. Terry from the Ground Dreams Academy vs. Miss Elowen from the H.P. School of Magic.
The second match will be…
Mr. Gryphon from Tramandine University of Sorcerers vs. Mr. Rowan from the S.A. Academy of Magi.
The third match will be…
Mr. Eldric Elson from Blossom Bliss Academy vs. Mr. Jule, the candidate of the Royal Side.
To those whose names I just called, please proceed to the preparation room. Thank you, everyone,” the woman announced before quietly stepping down from the stage.
“Mr. Jule, your name has been called. You should—” Before Maison could finish his sentence, Fiona interrupted him.
“Let him sleep… He’ll go when he needs to,” Fiona spoke as she showed him the gesture to stop.
“Y-YES, My Queen,” Maison replied, immediately backing off.
A small grin appeared on Anon’s face.
Sam returned to the stage and began speaking again.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to commence the first match of the Academic Exchange with two young students from newly opened academies. Please welcome Mr. Terry from the Ground Dreams Academy.”
Clap-Clap-Clap
The audience applauded as a young man with black hair, black eyes, and an average build entered the arena.
“So, Terry… What do you think? What’s going to happen today? Do you believe you will win the first match of the academic exchange?” Sam asked.
“Well, what can I say, Sam? It’s not about winning or losing. It’s about me fighting against a girl. Come on, the match committee could have done a better job. Why would you pair me with a woman?” Terry spoke without hesitation. 𝚍ｏ𝚟𝚕.ｏｒｇ
“Ummm…. Cough-Cough-Cough Well, it seems Mr. Terry is quite confident. Ladies and gentlemen, let’s welcome our next student, who is also Terry’s opponent. Please welcome Miss Elowen from the H.P. School of Magic.”
A woman, around 50 years old with brown hair, golden eyes, and a striking figure, walked up to the stage.
“Hello, Elowen. What would you like to say to Mr. Terry? Any advice for him?” Sam asked with a smile.
“Well, I have one thing to say to him. You’re going to get fucked up very bad, Terry. Today, I’ll prove that your university is shit-faced,” Elowen spoke with a neutral expression.
“Whoa, that’s something. It seems both contestants are full of energy and ready to fight. But let me explain the rules of this competition before you start battling each other.
This tournament will take place inside the Immortal Arena, so there’s nothing to worry about; you can’t die.
The match will last for 15 minutes. If you step out of the arena, you’re out. If 15 minutes pass and both candidates are still in the arena, the Immortal Arena’s effects will be removed, and any damage you take afterward will not be healed.
You have to fight until one of you goes down, and killing is forbidden. If you kill your opponent after the Immortal Ring disappears, you will be killed as well.
That’s why I suggest that the candidates keep a close eye on this giant sand timer glass; it will indicate when your 15 minutes are up.
That’s all for the rules. You can use anything in the tournament, and you can attempt to defeat your opponent within the first 15 minutes of the tournament.
Thank you, everyone. I’ll step off the stage now,” Sam said as he walked toward the sand timer glass.
“I will crush you,” Terry declared.
“I’ll toss you out before you can even move,” Elowen replied.
“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to start the first match of the Academic Exchange. Candidates, take your positions and be ready,” Sam said as he prepared to rotate the sand timer glass to start the countdown.
Both Terry and Elowen assumed their positions and summoned their weapons. Terry summoned a sword, while Elowen summoned a wand.
“3…2…..1….. GO!” Sam announced as he flipped the sand timer glass and started the sand flow.
Anon immediately opened his eyes and observed both of them.
“Who do you think will win?” Fiona asked.
Anon promptly used his skill on both students.
(Demonic Eyes)
[Name: Terry]
[Class: Swordsman]
[Race: Elf]
[Level: 50]
[Status: A mediocre swordsman who typically employs a single sword style in combat.]
(Demonic Eyes)
[Name: Elowen]
[Class: Mage]
[Race: Elf]
[Level: 70]
[Status: An average mage student with a desire to capture your attention and potentially become your concubine.]
“Wow,” Anon remarked after reading Elowen’s description.
“What’s wrong? Is something amiss?” Fiona inquired.
“Ah, no, no… that girl is strong. She will win the match,” Anon said with a smile as he gazed at Elowen.
“Exactly… I’m thinking the same thing,” Fiona agreed.
‘Ahhh… Mr. Jule is looking at me with a smile. I have to defeat this pimp and capture his attention even more,’ Elowen thought as she smiled at Terry.
“Drunken Sword Swing Technique…” Terry shouted as his body became exceedingly flexible, and he began to move as if he is heavily stoned.
“Root Grasp….” Elowen initiated her skill, causing two thick roots to sprout from the arena’s ground and ensnare Terry’s legs.
“What the heck? Let me go, woman. I’ll kill you…” Terry yelled as he realized he couldn’t move from his spot. He attempted to cut the roots with his sword, but the more he cut, the more they grew.
“Whoa… it appears that Mrs. Elowen has entangled Terry with her roots, and there’s no easy way out,” Sam announced.
“Release me, you bitch!” Terry began to exclaim, but a sound interrupted him.
“Fireball…”
Boooom
Suddenly, a fireball struck Terry’s body, propelling him out of the arena.
“Wow…. Ladies and gentlemen, it seems we have a winner for the first round. Let’s have a big round of applause for Mrs. Elowen,” Sam declared.
Clap-Clap-Clap
The audience erupted in applause, marking the end of the first round of the Academic Exchange Event.
