Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 5 The Battle of Greenfield

With an age difference of nearly five years, Taiya is a head taller than Taian and clings tightly to her younger brother's head.

"No! Are you trying to suffocate me?"

"Xiao An, I've missed you so much!"

Taeya smiled broadly and tried to lift her younger brother, but Taean's resistance was too firm, and she could only give up in the end: "How did you know I was here?"

"The housekeeper helped me find out!"

At this moment, Mussofi is in trouble, surrounded by a group of curious girls.

"I'm warning you guys, you'd better show some respect, or I'm going to lose my temper..."

A roar of cheers erupted from the audience.

Two swordsmen emerged from each of the two entrances on either side of the arena.

Greenfield, a red-haired girl, is a second-year student.

The green-haired boy, Carlo Jones, is a fourth-year student.

Although both were geniuses, there was a two-year gap between them, and the betting odds consistently did not favor Greenfield, with the odds once reaching 1 to 6.

"Your fiancée is really too impulsive!" Taiya said solemnly, leaning against the iron railing, her cumbersome belongings resting on her elbows as if on display.

Tai'an silently covered his face.

"Don't worry, Xiao An. With your older sister looking after you, your fiancée will be fine," Taiya solemnly promised.

"Was the duel started by Greenfield?" Tyne tried to learn more about the wife his family had arranged for him.

"No! The Red Maple family and the Green Forest family have always had conflicts." Taiya looked at the two people who were gradually approaching.

"A fourth-grade boy bullying a second-grade girl, don't you think that's despicable?" Tai An frowned slightly.

"Despicable?" Taiya smiled contemptuously. "Some people's moral bottom line is lower than you think. Despicable is a compliment to them."

Greenfield remained expressionless as he slowly drew his sword from his waist, the blade pointing downwards at a forty-five-degree angle.

"If you're willing to sleep with me, I can spare your beautiful face," Carlo Jones said with a frivolous smile.

"Appearances mean nothing to me." Greenfield raised his sword, pointing it directly at Carlo Jones's face, his words equally provocative.

Carlo Jones's face darkened.

Before the two even started fighting, they were already engaging in psychological warfare, creating a tense atmosphere.

"Can Greenfield win?" Musophie was more concerned about her future mistress.

"Disaster!"

In terms of sheer magical energy, Carlo Jones possesses more than double that of Greenfield. Puberty is a period of rapid development, and a two-year gap is difficult to bridge. Furthermore, males are naturally physically stronger than women of the same age, and this gap widens as time goes on.

Greenfield's chances of winning are very low, or even nonexistent!

Unless, we need to use external forces!

In the blink of an eye, the two moved simultaneously, and the inscribed sword in Greenfield's hand burst forth with dazzling flames.

The massive, blazing sword, carrying an unstoppable momentum, swung down from the sky.

The firelight reflected in Tai'an's eyes as he watched the battle, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "I see, quite a visual spectacle."

Carlo Jones, facing the attack head-on, felt a pang of fear and instinctively activated the inscribed sword in his hand. A pale green, transparent shield enveloped him as he raised the hilt to parry Greenfield's ferocious offensive.

The immense magical power was transmitted to the ground beneath their feet, causing the soil to explode and raising clouds of dust.

Undoubtedly, Greenfield's weaponry is superior, which to some extent compensates for the gap in hard power.

The clash of swords unleashed a powerful sword pressure, scattering the dust that filled the sky.

Carlo Jones's expression was ferocious, and his body was engulfed in transparent flames.

The crowd of onlookers erupted in uproar.

Having battle aura covering one's body is a sign of entering a formal class. Therefore, their strength is on a completely different level from that of an apprentice.

"You don't actually think you can win, do you?!" The green-haired boy's eyes were fierce, and he let out a beast-like roar.

Greenfield's delicate figure was thrown out, barely managing to regain her balance.

Carlo Jones followed up with a powerful strike.

His obsessive, frenzied expression reflected an unparalleled fascination with victory, devoid of any humility or tenderness towards women.

The battle has now escalated into a fight to the death!

Neither side is going to hold back.

"Lord Taiya, aren't you going to stop it?" Even the oblivious Musophie could sense Greenfield's dangerous situation.

"A sacred duel is not to be violated. I only hope that after Greenfield suffers a loss, she can restrain her personality and live a quiet life with her brother. After that, I will protect her..." Taiya murmured softly.

A woman being too outstanding is not necessarily a good thing for a man.

A shy and introverted younger brother would inevitably find it difficult to manage an ambitious and strong-willed woman.

What Taiya needs to do is find ways to elevate Taian's status so that he can sit in a position of advantage. Of course, weakening the other side's conditions will have the same effect.

The battle has reached a fever pitch!

Greenfield struggled to parry Carlo Jones's attacks, his body flying backwards like a piece of paper.

They appeared helpless, but in reality, they had already planned ahead and were using these methods to deflect the force.

"A desperate resistance..." Carlo Jones stared at Greenfield's face with a sinister look.

If she had another good weapon at the same age, she would be really hard to deal with.

Unfortunately, he's still too inexperienced...

The fiery red inscribed sword clashed with the emerald green inscribed sword, with the latter gaining the upper hand.

However, Grinfield was at a significant physical disadvantage, with virtually no chance of a power match. While Carlo Jones, with his elven blood, sought to gain an advantage through speed, he still held the upper hand.

All that's left is skill!

The red-haired girl remained calm under pressure, repeatedly flying backward to dissipate the force, and held on for dozens of rounds.

The green-haired boy, unable to defeat his opponent, began to grow impatient: "Your strength is somewhat unexpected. I admit I underestimated you."

The two sides have once again entered a standoff.

Greenfield's grip on the sword snapped open, and he was about to collapse.

"Give up, little girl, why are you so stubborn!" Taeya couldn't help but complain from the audience.

"A swordsman's strong sense of pride allows him to be defeated but never to surrender to the enemy." Mussofi shook his head and sighed.

"A foolish mentality," Tai'an commented.

Admitting defeat is not shameful; true heroism lies in being flexible and adaptable. Preserving your strength gives you a chance to surpass your opponent in the future.

According to his view, he would never start any unnecessary battle unless it was necessary or he had absolute certainty.

Only by not fighting can we remain undefeated.

The boy crossed his arms and unconsciously struck a dashing pose.

On the field, the two began their fierce battle.

Under the life-or-death pressure from a formidable foe, Greenfield's strength improved rapidly. His rudimentary techniques became increasingly refined, and his unwavering fighting spirit drew admiration from the onlookers.

If she wins this battle, she will surely become a popular figure on campus.

So crazy, so persistent, with her flowing red hair as brilliant as a raging fire, Tai'an could hardly imagine that a woman so obsessive as to be unafraid of death would become his wife.

This is absolutely the worst possible outcome!

The boy was so frustrated that he beat his chest and stamped his feet.

In a flash, he came up with a solution to break the deadlock.

(End of this chapter)