Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

The boys held their breath, expecting a fierce and exhilarating battle like their encounter with Melanda in Karazhan—a back-and-forth, head-on clash.

Even as Brenda's wooden sword whistled through the air and slammed into Roy's wooden stick, they still held onto that expectation.

In fact, Brenda also believed that with the force of the downward thrust and the aid of gravity, this sword strike would be enough to cut through that slender wooden stick.

He could almost hear the crisp sound of the wood breaking.

However, he missed.

The wooden sword merely stirred up the air during its downward strike, achieving nothing.

Brenda watched as Roy flicked his wrist, the wooden stick retracting like a nimble snake, while he nimbly dodged to the side.

He was about to unleash a torrent of curses when the tip of the stick extended again, but this time, it was incredibly gentle.

But it was like a mother's comforting fingers, carrying a hint of coolness, gently brushing against Brenda's cheek.

"You lost." Roy's words were like the whisper of a demon, drilling into his ears and piercing his very bones.

Brenda's face instantly turned as red as a pig's liver, and a burning sensation spread from the place that had been touched.

"Why...why not confront them head-on!?"

"A direct confrontation?" Roy chuckled. "Why go for a direct confrontation if there's an easier way to win?"

"Damn it! You bastard with no chivalry!" Brenda hadn't expected the battle to end so quickly and was trying to make amends.

Yes, Roy used some underhanded tactics, that's why he lost!

Brenda quickly shifted her gaze, trying to find validation in the expressions of the others.

However, all that met my eyes were blank and helpless faces.

"I... I just blinked? How did it end already?"

"So Brenda's really that weak. I could take her place!"

"That makes sense. If you can win, why confront them head-on?"

Their words were like cold, sharp cones, piercing deeply into Brenda's heart.

Only one short man, a staunch believer in chivalry, cupped his hands into a megaphone and shouted—a shout of encouragement for Roy:

"Roy, take him down head-on!"

Roy sighed and rubbed his forehead. He knew without turning around that the person who had spoken was Olga.

"Well..." Gerald was about to announce the winner. As the second-ranked of the top ten masters, he had the right to act as the referee, but this was the first time he had ever seen a battle this fast.

"Wait!" Brenda screamed in alarm, unable to accept that his special rights had been taken away.

He had one last chance to learn swordsmanship from the mercenary Perland, how could he be so easily deprived of it!

The thought exploded in his mind like a flash of lightning.

Oh, right, the sword is still in his hand...

A wicked and sinister glint flashed in Brenda's eyes. Without hesitation, she raised her wooden sword high and unleashed a gust of wind!

His gaze was fixed on that fragile neck, his mind even replaying the crisp sound of the wooden sword striking the bones and the tragic sight of the head tilting to one side.

strangeness……

Just as the blade was about to touch her opponent's flesh, Brenda's blood seemed to freeze.

He actually wanted to... kill the other person?

It must have been a terrible jealousy that eroded his will!

He tried to stop the sword, but due to his lack of skill and the powerful inertia of the wooden sword, he simply couldn't do it!

A silent terror permeated Brenda's entire body, but perhaps even he himself was unaware that his facial features were being stretched into a strange arc.

That was maniacal laughter!

"You bastard." Roy's eyes remained calm as the sword was about to sever his neck.

Because the slash was too fast and too powerful, the Eye of True Sight did not have time to react. Roy could only estimate the force of the slash by feeling the wind.

The next instant, he slightly raised his left hand.

With five fingers lightly pressed against the air, as if pinching an inflating balloon, the sword strikes precisely at the very moment it arrives!

A dull sound spread with the airflow.

Without hesitation, he raised the wooden stick horizontally and delivered a seemingly ordinary thrust into Brenda's abdomen.

"Cough!" The other person's back suddenly bulged backward, and the acid in their stomach almost came back up!

"Trying to kill me?" Roy noticed that the "fight" warning appeared in front of him again. He decisively abandoned the stick and climbed onto Brenda.

Each punch carried a whistling wind, aiming relentlessly at Brenda's face!

He had no intention of killing the other person.

It's not because he's a saint, but because he has a bad record, which could cause him a lot of trouble in the future.

Roy wasn't that short-sighted; once he confirmed that the "current number of defeated" had increased by 1, he stopped attacking.

As for Brenda's nosebleed, foaming at the mouth, and face swelling up like a pig's head, those are minor issues.

With the teenagers' strong recovery ability, they will be fine in a few months.

He stood up from Brenda's body and wiped the blood from his fist.

The way people looked at him changed.

"Brenda has been defeated, and the new tenth of the top ten fighters is—Roy!" Gerald announced immediately, and the crowd gave a sparse round of applause.

Roy picked up Brenda's wooden sword and brandished it a few times.

He discovered that the swords of the top ten masters still had slight differences in attributes. For example, Gerald's sword was slightly stronger than this one.

Immediately, Drock instructed the boys to carry Brenda away and take her to Father Karl for basic treatment, and solemnly said, "Battles between knights always result in injuries and deaths; you only need to say that Brenda tripped and fell."

The boys nodded repeatedly, knowing that the truth would surely enrage the priest, and whether they would still be able to practice their swordsmanship at the cemetery would become uncertain.

Of course, even those who didn't understand the seriousness of the matter decided to keep it a secret out of trust in Delock.

After the battle, the boys dispersed one by one, still pondering Roy's words and wondering if they should improve their fighting style.

The bloodline users stared intently. By observing his gesture of stopping the wooden sword with his hand, they had roughly determined that this Roy was also a bloodline user with a powerful physique.

"Roy, come here." Delock waved to Roy, who glanced at Gerald.

"He probably wants to discuss with you something about learning swordsmanship from the Perland mercenaries." Gerard's voice trembled slightly; clearly, Roy's earlier move had also stunned him.

"In that case, I'll head back now."

With Gerrard's passing, only three people remain at the cemetery.

Delock, Roy, and Olga, who excitedly ran towards Roy.

Delock reached out and stopped him.

"Olga, go back. Roy and I have something to discuss." His tone left no room for argument.

"Okay." Olga was like a wilted flower. Roy's previous thinness was still vivid in her mind, but now he had to look up to him.

As usual, the two arrived at the withered old tree. Roy scanned Delock with his True Sight and felt a chill run down his spine.

His basic swordsmanship has reached Lv.2, which is not surprising considering his previous progress of 98/100.

However, at the same time, an additional item appeared in the skill bar.

【Simple Bloodline Fusion Witchcraft Array Lv.1 (12/100)】