It's so hard being a hero!

Misia and Mu En's gazes lingered on Sophia for a long time, as if they were reassessing their perception of her.

Noah was stunned for a while before letting out a wry smile and sheathing his sword.

"I'm really impressed. Your movements were so smooth. You're not a student, you could be my swordsmanship teacher."

"And you can cast spells while using a sword. How are you supposed to fight that? It's like fighting two people when you're fighting one of them."

Sophia smiled but didn't reply.

In fact, she didn't even use half of her strength in that battle.

However, I definitely can't say that; it would be too hurtful.

"Haha, now you know how powerful my Sophia is, right? You're just asking for trouble." Lilia leaned over and put her arm around Sophia's shoulder, saying smugly.

Next, Mu En, Baron, Lilia, and Misia also had a friendly spar.

Sofia also gained a general understanding of them.

Chapter 114 Roland's Attention

Although the sparring match was over, Noah's expression was still complicated. The match had given him a profound understanding of what it meant to be completely crushed.

He considered himself to be outstanding among his peers, firstly because lightning-attribute swordsmen were already rare.

There are very few people in the entire Tianxing Academy who can reach the Bronze level at his age and have mastered the Thunder Step Technique to this extent.

But in that battle just now, he felt like a swordsmanship apprentice who had just learned to wield a sword, sparring with a seasoned general.

Even when I'm fierce, to others it seems like I'm just a child making moves.

"Noah, stop looking so sad."

Baron walked over and patted Noah on the shoulder; the heavy hand almost knocked Noah to the ground.

"Let me tell you the truth, it's normal that you can't beat her. I doubt anyone in the entire second year can beat her, no, you can't find many in the third year either."

Noah rubbed his shoulder, which had been slapped so hard, and gave a wry smile.

"I'm not discouraged, but I feel the gap is too big. She was obviously holding back just now."

"Keep it?"

Misia came over when she heard this.

"You mean she hasn't used her full strength yet?"

"Nonsense, didn't you guys notice?"

Noah countered with a question.

"She didn't catch her breath the whole time, and her pace never faltered. This shows that she wasn't taking it seriously at all."

The four exchanged glances and involuntarily looked at the silver-haired girl who was chatting and laughing with Lilia.

At this moment, Sophia was being pulled and shaken by Lilia's arm, a helpless yet doting smile on her face, showing no sign that she had just easily defeated a genius swordsman of the same level a few minutes ago.

"Oh well, there will be plenty of opportunities to see her go all out in the future. I still have a lot to learn."

Noah clapped his hands, shaking off his sense of defeat.

"Anyway, being in a group with her is a good thing. At least we'll have someone to protect us when we go on missions, and the success rate will be higher."

Baron immediately chuckled, stroking his chin, and said, "You're quite open-minded, aren't you?"

Noah rolled his eyes.

"What else can you do if you can't think straight?"

"I can't just drop out of school because I can't beat her, can I?"

Mu En, who had been silent the whole time, gently pushed up his glasses and added a sentence in his usual calm voice.

"There's no need to drop out of school, but I suggest you prepare yourself mentally. You'll probably lose many more times on the training field in the future."

Noah's smile vanished instantly.

"Hey, can you not be so blunt? Don't I have any dignity? Or do you want to challenge me?"

Mu En chuckled and said nothing more.

In the distance, Olivia and Merkel stood side by side at the edge of the training field, having watched the entire sparring match from beginning to end.

Merkel crossed her arms and looked at Sofia with obvious suspicion.

"Is this little girl really only thirteen years old?"

"To be precise, he was thirteen and a half years old."

Olivia corrected her.

"I've seen many geniuses in my life, but I've never seen anyone achieve this level at this age before," Merkel remarked.

Olivia nodded.

"The fighting spirit she's displaying right now is completely beyond what one would expect for someone her age."

"That Noah is also good. For a lightning swordsman to develop that kind of speed at this age, he would be considered a top talent in previous years."

Olivia turned her head slightly, her gaze carrying a hint of teasing.

"What? You've taken a fancy to this Renault?"

Merkel shook her head, but a smile played on her lips.

"With him around, I don't have to worry about my swordsmanship."

"As for you, this little girl is majoring in potion-making, so you, as her magic instructor, will have to put in a lot more effort, otherwise she'll easily become just a figurehead."

Olivia sighed softly.

"The problem is that her level of magic is higher than mine, and I really don't know how to teach her."

Merkel looked at him with sympathy, and then the two of them laughed together.

Meanwhile, in the tallest tower of Tianxing Academy, Roland was sitting in a large office chair, with a light blue magic mirror floating in the air in front of him.

The mirror clearly reflects everything on the training field.

She rested her chin on one hand and gently tapped the table with the other, her blue eyes sparkling with interest.

"Full elemental affinity, dual cultivation of magic and martial arts, and the ability to combine the two so smoothly..."

Roland murmured to himself, his fingertips lightly tracing the mirror surface, freezing the image at the moment when Sophia used a magic circle to block Noah's attack.

She watched for a while longer, then reached out and gently traced a line on the mirror. The image quickly rewound to the moment the sparring had ended, freezing at the instant Sophia sheathed her sword.

Her gaze lingered on that profile for a moment, and her brows gradually furrowed.

"This swordsmanship style... the more I look at it, the more familiar it seems."

She closed her eyes and quickly searched her mind for all the sword masters she knew.

Those who can teach students to this level must at least be grandmaster-level swordsmen.

Among the powerful swordsmen she knew, it seemed that only a handful could cultivate this style.

"Vic's style is too forceful and aggressive; he can't teach such delicate swordsmanship..."

She started eliminating them one by one, and finally a name popped into her head that she herself found absurd.

"No way? Su Lan has been dead for over twenty years. How could this little girl's swordsmanship have his influence?"

Roland suddenly opened his eyes, stared at the young face in the mirror for a long time, and his expression became more and more strange.

It's perfectly normal for Roland to feel this way, since she fought with Su Lan and was a firsthand witness to it.

Sofia was originally using her own fighting style from her previous life.

Su Lan is someone who pays more attention to combat skills; swordsmanship is about subtlety rather than power.

"Wait a minute, Frey said she took on a student at Tianxing Academy. Could it be her?"

As soon as the idea popped into Roland's head, the more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed.

However, it was strange to Frey, who didn't even give much face to the Pope, suddenly start taking on students.

Moreover, the person they recruited was a genius with affinity for all elements, and his appearance even resembled that person's.

"interesting."

Roland's lips slowly curved into a smile, and with a gentle flick of his right hand, the image in the mirror scattered into specks of light and disappeared into the air.

She leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms in front of her, and gazed out the window at the sky bathed in the golden light of the setting sun.

“That woman sneaked into my territory a year ago; she probably wasn’t just there to see the students.”

Roland quickly deduced the possibilities in his mind, and suddenly a bold guess popped into his head.

"Could it be? No way? Is it really possible?"

Roland found it increasingly interesting, but his expression grew more and more serious, even a little excited.

"Fine, since you won't tell me, I'll find out myself. I refuse to believe I can't find out."

After saying that, she picked up a silver bell from the table and shook it gently.

A few seconds later, the office door was pushed open, and a young man in a dark blue teacher's uniform walked in and respectfully asked, "Dean, you wanted to see me?"

“Go check for me. I need the detailed file of the girl in the grade named Sophia, including her entrance exam records and everything,” Roland said calmly.

"Yes."

The young man nodded, turned, and left the office.

Roland leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the twilight-tinged sky outside the window, a meaningful smile still playing on his lips.

Sophia was unaware that she was being targeted again.

However, judging from her current mindset, even if she is recognized, she probably won't react much.

Their first day of meeting and introductions has come to an end.

But I have things to do tomorrow.

Second grade is much busier than first grade, and they spend much less time in the classroom.