The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

You can't lose money no matter what.

......

"call--"

Felix took advantage of the moment he retreated to catch his breath.

Compared to his nonchalant attitude yesterday, he now appears somewhat disheveled.

The previous red-haired opponent who also used a gun was already troublesome enough, but this one is several times more troublesome.

Baal's weapon was a modified steel axe with an additional iron chain attached to the end of the handle.

Holding an axe in one hand and a chain in the other, it can not only swing like a regular one-handed axe, but also use the chain at the end to swing the axe like a meteor hammer, greatly increasing its attack range and threat.

This weapon configuration negated Felix's original advantage in attack range.

Felix knew he couldn't afford to fall into Baal's relentless offensive. So he decided to take the initiative and try to break his opponent's rhythm.

However, Baal always managed to anticipate Felix's attack trajectory, and each thrust was accurately deflected by Baal's axe blade.

In the end, it was Felix who suffered the most damage.

The white wax steel spear produced by Viner is of reliable quality; if it were an ordinary steel sword, it would have been broken long ago under such a violent collision.

However, using solid materials naturally has its advantages; even if the material is inferior, the heavy axe blade is extremely difficult to damage.

Felix had almost no experience against this type of opponent, while Bal seemed to be very skilled at dealing with gun-wielding opponents.

"If only I had a sword," Felix suddenly thought.

"Aren't you going to attack? Then it'll be my turn—"

Seeing that Felix remained motionless, Baal felt that his opponent's stamina was almost completely depleted, and it was time to end the duel.

"Wait a minute!" Felix gestured for Balby to stop, then called out to the audience, "Could any student lend me their sword for a moment?"

A heated argument erupted instantly below the ring.

"Yes, yes, yes, use mine!"

"My sword is good, use mine!"

“Felix was clearly talking to me, so you all get out of the way.”

The slow-witted ones were still arguing with others about whose sword was better, while the quicker-witted ones had already thrown their swords onto the arena.

Baal was stunned when he saw the seven or eight longswords that had fallen onto the arena with a clatter.

In that brief moment of distraction, seven or eight longswords turned into more than a dozen, and the number seemed to be increasing.

In response, Bale promptly protested to the referee.

"Isn't this a foul?"

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Chapter 42 Credits Received

"Well, theoretically, that's not a foul," the referee declared.

It is not uncommon for weapons to break during ranking matches, and it is not uncommon for players to borrow weapons from spectators to continue the competition.

Whether the audience is willing to lend weapons, and whether the opponent is willing to wait for you, is another matter entirely.

There was once a classic match where two students from the same swordsmanship school dueled, and neither could break the other's moves.

They finally decided to fight by sword, and after fifty rounds, both of their weapons were destroyed.

The two borrowed swords from the audience without prior arrangement, but unfortunately the borrowed steel swords were of lower quality than their original weapons, and they broke down in less than twenty rounds.

The two were forced to borrow swords from the audience once again to continue their duel.

In the end, not only did the two people on stage clash, but the audience members below the stage also got into a fight.

According to incomplete statistics, a total of 76 steel swords were broken that day. After stepping down, the two men had already lost feeling in their hands, and for the next few days they even had to eat with the help of others.

The current situation can only be blamed on the audience's excessive enthusiasm; it certainly doesn't constitute a foul.

"That's enough, thank you everyone."

Felix was also stunned by what he saw. After thanking the audience, he casually picked up a steel sword from the ground.

He never expected that he, a nobody in the first grade (in his own opinion), would attract such a big reaction just from casually mentioning something.

"Um, Mr. Baal, we can begin now."

Felix also reminded his opponent.

“...You should attack.” Baal sighed.

He wasn't afraid of fighting Felix, but he was afraid that if he hurt Felix, he would immediately become the enemy of the entire grade.

The best course of action is to keep dragging this out until Felix surrenders.

It is said that the Alchemy Institute sells an alchemical mask that can conceal the user's appearance; I must get one when I get back.

"Then I won't be polite."

After getting the sword, Felix became very confident.

He held a sword in one hand and gripped the middle of the spear shaft with the other. Then, with a running start, he hurled the steel spear forward like a javelin.

With his spear in front, Felix followed closely behind.

Baal knew that the javelin was just a decoy; the real threat was the sword in Felix's hand.

He then swung the iron chain he was holding in his left hand to entangle the spear, and focused most of his attention on the sword in Felix's hand.

Even a spear propelled solely by inertia, despite its immense power, loses its accuracy under the drag of the iron chain.

The axe swung by his right hand once again anticipated Felix's movement. Retreating was impossible at this distance; if he didn't want to run headfirst into Baal's axe, he could only parry with his sword.

If Felix were to do that, it would be exactly what Barr wanted.

This strike seemed no different from the previous ones, but it had already used all of Baal's strength. If Felix dared to take it, he would definitely be able to knock his weapon out of his hand.

Felix parried with his sword as Baal had anticipated, but just as the sword and axe were about to collide, Felix slipped away like an eel with a speed that Baal could hardly catch, thus avoiding Baal's attack.

Baal felt as if he had punched cotton, his full force hitting empty air. What was even more painful was the longsword pointing at his throat.

"I lost."

Baal released his grip, and the steel axe and chain clattered onto the ring.

"The winner is Felix!" the referee's voice rang out at the opportune moment.

"Phew—" Felix finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Earning these credits is no easy feat.

......

“Felix, I will continue to support you.”

Thank you for your support.

Two days and twenty consecutive wins not only propelled Felix to Silver rank in ranked matches, but also gained him a significant number of female fans on top of his existing fanbase.

Felix shook hands with a female classmate and returned a longsword to her.

Borrowing a sword is easy, but returning it is difficult.

Felix, who could borrow more than twenty swords with a single word, now had to return them one by one to their rightful owners and express his gratitude.

It was just like a fan meet-and-greet.

Since it was the students' kind gesture, Felix had to return the weapons to their rightful owners before he could leave.

"Thanks... eh?" Felix was taken aback.

He recognized the person in front of him.

“A great match,” River praised. “I look forward to the next opportunity to play against Felix.”

"But River clearly has no fighting spirit, including in the previous matches, he didn't even go all out, did he?"

Felix wouldn't forget his opponent so quickly.

"So Felix likes this kind of thing? Then I'll definitely give it my all next time..."

"No, that would make it very difficult for me to win." Felix crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"What might be a trivial victory for River might be a matter of life and death for me."

"Is it that serious?" River hadn't expected that the other person's seemingly gentle nature concealed such a strong competitive spirit.

It determines both superiority and inferiority, and also life and death.

Even that rigid guy Sigurd probably didn't have such an exaggerated level of awareness.

"There are very complicated reasons."

Felix couldn't very well say that he was prepared to commit suicide because Wiener made him lose, could he?

"Dude, aren't you taking up too much time by yourself?"

The people at the back of the queue started urging us on.

"Ha, one last question, Felix, are you from the Kingdom of Fasca?" River wasn't angry at all.

“Well, I guess so,” Felix replied.

“Then we’ll meet again when the Blue Lions class does,” River said with a smile.

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"Vina, all the items you consigned have been sold, and a total of 630 credits have been transferred to you. Remember to check your account."

As Viner left the library, intending to have a meal in the cafeteria before returning to her dormitory, she suddenly received a message from Anna.

"How much?" Viner was taken aback.

He almost ate the plate.

The fact that I was able to get 630 credits means that each of these white wax steel guns sold for 50 credits, which is more than double the price set by Wiener.

This number far exceeded his expectations.

"Vina has chosen a great spokesperson!"

"I advise you to hold onto Felix, this cash cow. If there's another profitable business opportunity next time, don't forget about my daughter."

Even though all she saw were words, Viner had already imagined Anna's greedy expression, her eyes gleaming with the light of gold coins.

"Then help me prepare some things."

"Okay, Viner, give me a list. I'll get back to you once I've compiled it."

Having academic credits in your pocket definitely gives you a different kind of confidence.

The credits I just earned were mostly spent by Wiener before I could even enjoy them.

However, Anna's sudden mention of Felix's name caught Vina's attention.

Yesterday I was holed up in the workshop, and today I'm spending all my time in the library, so I've made sure that Wiener's news is a bit outdated.

Could it be that Felix has pulled off something amazing?

Chapter 43 That Jealous Expression of Mine

"Twenty consecutive wins?" Viner asked incredulously.

When he asked Felix if he knew how to use a gun, Felix said he knew a little, and Wiener believed him.

That's a bit too modest, isn't it?

He's attractive to both men and women, strong, and has a great personality. Aside from being a bit naive, he'd believe you if you said he was the protagonist of any novel.

When Felix first said he was going to play in ranking tournaments, Wiener really didn't expect to achieve such results.

But it's fine, since Felix's strength is so reliable anyway, it's good to have him as a tool for clearing out the local town.