Another student raised his hand to ask a question. She picked him, and he got up to ask.
“What about duels against different classes?” he asked.
“Well now, that’s a good question. Duels like that are allowed, but the lower-classman must be the one who accepts the duel.
Such duels can’t hold if the lower-classman refuses. But when the lower-classman challenges his seniors to a duel, they must agree to it and duel him,” she explained the concept to them.
There were no more questions that day, and so, she spoke a little more on the rules and called it a day.
Immediately she left the class, before even the students could get up, the door swung open, and a group of third years, about six in number, walked in.
Their presence drew all the attention, as this was not where they were supposed to be. Silva, on the other hand, noticed the person he had fought during the exams, and he could tell what this was about from just a glance.
His mind ran multiple parallel simulations as to how this would play out, and all ended in a fight one way or the other.
The bulky one who seemed to be the leader came forward and spoke.
“I’m looking for a white-haired kid.” He yelled and peered around. His eyes stopped at Silva, and he headed for him, but before he could even get close, Fay, Lia, Aaron, and Michael were in battle mode and had formed a wall around Silva.
The dude was pissed off by this, but even he knew that he couldn’t fight here, and even if he did, taking out the elite first years was out of his abilities.
One of them, sure, but all four? That was suicide. He understood that one doesn’t become an S-class student by accident.
Each one of them would have the power to rival a normal third year. He wasn’t a special student and was just a bit above average, so he couldn’t take them all.
But this time, everyone in the class had also turned their attention and had readied to battle. Sure, they didn’t know or like each other.
But one thing was for certain—in this case, as it stood, they would stand beside the person that was their classmate because that person would be with them for four years, and this person was an outsider.
When the third-year sensed the situation around him, he took a step back and tried to look peaceful and amicable.
He hadn’t expected this turn of events. He had only planned to come in and scare the living hell out of Silva, but everything had backfired.
But when he looked at Silva’s nonchalant face, his will to not give up got stronger. He couldn’t allow someone that disrespected his underling to go free.
“I just came to talk. You seemed to have done a number on my friend, so I wanted to meet the person that was so strong,” he said, but Silva could see how forced those words were.
“Let’s just cut the crap already. Everyone here knows that’s bullshit. Look, I didn’t even take your friend or dog seriously, yet I defeated him. What makes you think that you can do anything different?” Silva asked.
He had looked at this guy’s stats, and all peaked at 250 at best, yet he was standing here so proud. What was giving him the pride?
What Silva said was like a blow to his ego, and he couldn’t take it, so he decided that he would handle Silva.
“Alright, tough guy, I challenge you to a duel,” he said and stretched out his ID card with a smug look on his face.
Silva glanced at the card to see his name, Ragna, and it seemed Ragna was a commoner. It now made sense as to why he was trying to protect his followers.
He had nothing to offer them aside from power, so now that one had come to cry to him, he had to show up for him, or lose a follower.
Silva took out his card. Everyone watched closely because this was getting good.
“Here are the rules. This is a brawl. All methods go, and the only way to win is by knockout. Do you agree?” Silva asked.
“That’s fine by me,” Ragna said. Silva agreed to the duel, and a light shined on both cards before dimming.
A notification was sent to all cards in the academy about a duel. Normally, it would only be sent to the first years or the year that was having the duel.
But a duel of such a gap was rare, and so it was sent all around. Even teachers got the info in no time.
Ragna led the way to an arena, and when they arrived, in less than five minutes, those that were free had filled the arena—first years, second years, and third years.
The fourth years were too busy for such things; none of them showed up at all.
Silva looked up into the seats. He saw his homeroom teacher and some other teachers seated. They had some snacks, in fact, and were waiting for the match to start. Elias was there as well.
He looked around again and saw the purple-haired girl, as well as all his classmates.
“You’ll regret this, kid. You can beg for mercy now, and I might allow you to get away,” Ragna said.
“Beg for mercy? Hahahahahaha,” Silva let out a resounding evil laugh that made the whole arena keep quiet.
“You walked into this arena with the belief that you’d make me pay? I’ve never seen a being so stupid.
I’ll make you see that hell can exist up here,” Silva said. He pulled out his sword, and the aura around him changed immediately.
Ragna took out his massive sword from his ring. He wanted to enter his stance, but then his eyes locked with Silva’s.
All Ragna could see was a mighty being, one so mighty there was no end to it. Fear gripped him. He felt like running, but there was no way he could. The fight had begun.