The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

Even the loud discussions of the students at the next table revealed a vibrant and enthusiastic youthful spirit.

"Trek, what happened to the scars on your face?!"

The students at the next table, seeing their friend's disheveled appearance, deliberately asked him something.

I tripped and fell while walking.

Holding a tray in one hand and with injuries still visible on his face, Tsuihak was unwilling to elaborate on the matter.

"Tsk tsk tsk, that Trehak who told me he was going to make a name for himself in ranking tournaments, turns out he can even fall down on flat ground."

Seeing his friend's desperate attempt to maintain his dignity, a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up even more noticeably.

"He actually got beaten up by a pretty girl in the arena, but he's too ashamed to admit it."

A passing student, who appeared to be an insider, said this.

"Dude, tell me more!"

Upon hearing that it was a pretty girl who had given Terry Hak a run for his money, the mischievous friend immediately became interested.

"Then let me explain it to you properly."

The student who knew the situation sat down next to his friend without any hesitation.

"Modi." "Geoffrey."

The two introduced themselves to each other.

Even though it was their first meeting, they only needed one topic to sit together like old friends.

Friendships between teenage boys are often that simple.

"You're a really good guy. You got off to a winning streak with three consecutive victories right from the start of the ranking tournament."

To build suspense, Geoffrey first introduced Mordi to Trehak's illustrious record.

"Hmph, don't you even know who I am?"

Hearing such praise, Tsuihak couldn't help but feel smug, as if he had already forgotten the embarrassing thing that was about to happen.

"Then he saw a very beautiful girl holding a gun that was half a meter taller than him, and he had to tease her a couple of times."

"They said this weapon wasn't suitable for you, and suggested that you two discuss swordsmanship together after he steps down. And then—"

Geoffrey drew out his words.

"That girl jumped onto the stage and challenged your buddy to a fight. Your buddy, considering himself a gentleman, decided to let her make the first move, but ended up getting beaten up and running away with his head in his hands."

"If it weren't for my carelessness, I wouldn't be in such a sorry state," Trihak tried to explain, his voice revealing a hint of resentment.

"That woman was saying something like she was sorry but didn't want to die, and before I could even react, she slammed a gun into my face, specifically targeting my face. She had absolutely no sense of martial ethics!"

"Pfft, go on," Modi couldn't help but chuckle.

"You can still laugh? You try it yourself if you dare!" Trehak said angrily.

"Getting impatient, getting impatient." Modi was laughing so hard he wasn't even trying to hide it anymore.

"Hey buddy, do you know what the girl who taught Geoffrey a lesson was called again?"

“I think his name is something like Felix?” Joefrey replied.

Wiener slowly gathered the remaining food on the plate, scooped it into a spoon and swallowed it in one gulp, while his ears perked up to listen to the gossip around him.

When he heard the name "Felix," a slight smile crept onto his lips.

At least this weekend, there's no need to worry about Felix getting no credits.

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Inside the academy's arena.

The arena has one main arena and eight sub-arenas.

The main arena is only used during important events and competitions; at other times, only the sub-areas are open.

To ensure the safety of the students, numerous magic arrays were set up under each arena, allowing them to retain all their sense of pain while minimizing physical damage.

In addition, there are teachers present in each area to supervise and intervene in case of emergencies.

Ranking matches will only be held on weekends, from 8 a.m. to 10 p.m.

It was nearly 10 p.m., and most of the arenas were now empty.

Only one arena remained, where a considerable number of students waited for the final winner to emerge.

Chapter 33 Doni's Tactics

With little time left before the ranking tournament closes, even if registration for appearances is opened now, the appearances will only be scheduled for tomorrow.

Since that's the case, we might as well just watch the show.

After all, the fighters in the ring are all potential future opponents.

"You just arrived, what's going on? Tell us about it."

Karam is a student at a combat academy.

I just finished my first ranking tournament and was lucky enough to get my first win.

Seeing that many students were still lingering under one of the arenas and had not dispersed, he squeezed over and asked.

"You've come at the perfect time, this student is already on a ten-game winning streak."

The student being questioned pointed to Felix on the stage and said.

"That's outrageous? Is she a first-year student?" Karam exclaimed in shock.

Thinking about how he had barely managed to defeat his opponent with all his might, while the girl on stage had won nine matches effortlessly, he suddenly felt a sense of pressure.

"Yes, the third place in the latest school beauty ranking is Felix, a first-year student in the Alchemy Department."

The students who were being questioned by Kalam clearly knew a lot about the subject.

"The Alchemy Institute?"

Karam was puzzled as to why someone so skilled in combat would want to go to the Alchemy Institute.

Shh, be quiet, it's about to start!

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The two stood facing each other solemnly on the arena.

One man held a sword, and the other a gun.

The one holding the sword was a lean student.

"I didn't want to make a move against a lady. But if the Alchemy Academy student gets the first ten-game winning streak among the freshmen, what will become of our Fighting Academy's reputation?"

"After watching your three matches, I'm convinced that you're only relying on your weapon advantage. But unfortunately, I didn't use that tactic."

Donnie slightly raised his chin and made a sword flourish with one hand, showing off.

The sword in his hand was not a common standard steel sword, but a rapier.

This sword is more slender, lighter, and more agile than a typical steel sword.

"Hey classmate, it's getting late, can we start playing now?" Felix wasn't really buying it.

There was no other meaning behind saying that; I just wanted to finish quickly so I could go back to shower and sleep.

But to Doni, those words were nothing short of blatant mockery.

"...I am Donny Thorne, a first-year student at the Fighting Academy. Please enlighten me!"

Donnie emphasized the word "please" heavily, maintaining the last shred of composure on the surface.

"Felix, a first-year student in the Alchemy Department."

Exchanging names signifies the official start of the competition.

"Snapped!"

Donny accelerated with both feet off the ground, charging towards Felix with the speed of a cheetah.

He knew that the key to defeating a spear with a sword was to quickly close in on the opponent and seize their inner circle.

Once successful, the scales of victory will tip in his favor.

But he was fast, and Felix's gun was even faster.

With just a flick of his wrists and a thrust of his waist, the gun moved like a sentient snake, slashing right after Doni's figure.

Doni was startled. If he forced his way closer, he would be struck by the spear before he even entered the range of the rapier's attack.

He quickly adjusted his pace, moving laterally in an attempt to get into Felix's blind spot and launch a counterattack.

This is clearly a very stupid move.

No matter how long Felix runs in circles laterally, it's just a matter of him swinging his arms half a revolution more.

"Snapped!"

Felix struck Donny with his stick, sending him staggering back seven or eight steps.

He almost threw up his dinner.

"...Are you alright?" Felix hadn't expected his opponent to be so easily defeated.

"Cough, cough." Donnie gagged a few times. "I was careless just now and didn't dodge."

“Oh, let’s continue then.” Felix readjusted his stance, waiting for Donnie to attack.

Donnie took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

Calm down and take a good look back at the games you watched earlier.

That guy's technique was completely unskilled; he just kept doing the same old windmill move over and over again.

As long as you stay within the spear's attack range, you can take a slight step back while sweeping the attack to dodge your opponent.

With the gun being a little over two meters long, and considering the grip distance, Idoni judged that staying more than two meters away was a safe zone.

After devising a plan, Donny lunged at Felix once again.

Felix didn't change his move, sticking to his signature sweeping attack.

Donny appeared to be sprinting, but stopped about two meters away from Felix.

He watched helplessly as the trajectory of the sweeping spear was about to miss his body, secretly feeling smug.

Felix's hand movements, however, underwent a subtle change.

He quickly pushed the gun barrel forward with his back hand, then released it instantly, changing the swing motion to a single-arm circular swing.

This change of tactics caused the gun tip to suddenly extend forward, directly hitting Doni, who had misjudged the gun's trajectory.

Donnie didn't even realize he was being hit, let alone make any attempt to dodge.

Felix couldn't tell whether the man was stunned into standing still or had never fought against an opponent with a gun before.

Does determining gun circumference only consider the gun length and not the arm span?

"Well, why don't you just admit defeat?" Felix advised.

He didn't understand where this person's inexplicable confidence came from; continuing to fight like this felt like a one-sided bullying.

"I won't hold back this time." Donnie reached out and wiped his mouth.

A flash of yellow light passed through his eyes, and his entire aura changed completely, clearly indicating that he had used the power of the emblem.

Felix silently raised his gun, saying nothing more.

Donny remained convinced that his tactical approach was correct; he simply felt that his speed had not yet reached its full potential.

Now, by utilizing the power of the emblem, his physical abilities have been greatly enhanced in a short period of time.

He stomped on the ground again, leaving a deep pit the size of a footprint in the floor tile.

Felix scored his third goal.

This time, Doni was faster than the spear. In one step, he retreated from within two meters to a safe distance, and with another step, he moved from three meters back to a close position of one and a half meters.

In a flash, Felix twisted his hands back with force, and the gun, which seemed to have missed its target, suddenly ricocheted back in mid-air, bending in an astonishing arc.