Fangzhou Xier, starting with failing the art exam

"Your Majesty, the Victorian delegation is dissatisfied with the security level, finding the checks to be too cumbersome."

“They contacted Lessing Mayer privately,” Gertrude added.

Mayer is the representative of Letania in swordsmanship.

"Keep an eye on them." Lacey's gaze shifted to the martial arts arena where the competition was about to begin.

……

In the afternoon, at the martial arts hall.

Commentator Mob was unusually silent, because he couldn't understand the upcoming match.

"Da Yan, Huai Tianpei, versus...Da Yan, Chong Yue."

Huai Tianpei stood on the field, having longed for this duel for a long time.

Opposite him, Chongyue stood with his hands behind his back, calm and composed.

Huai Tianpei made the first move. He didn't use any fancy moves; he simply pushed out a palm strike in an ordinary way.

The lights inside the venue seemed to dim for a moment.

Chongyue turned to the side and struck out with his own palm.

"boom!"

Centered on the two people, the bluestone slabs on the ground silently turned into dust, which spread outwards.

Huai Tianpei grunted and took three steps back, each step leaving a deep footprint on the hard ground.

The mountain remained completely still.

"I lost." Huai Tianpei clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"The power of age is beyond human reach."

"Your martial arts have reached a state of perfection, but your heart still has some worries," Chongyue said calmly.

The spectators in the stands looked at each other in bewilderment.

Is this over?

“Meshko Securities… uh… announces that Shigeaki has won!” Mob said dryly.

"Is this the realm of a martial arts master? It's too... restrained."

　〥栮9VI?诌?印?〓III拔刘……

Nighttime, Heping Village.

W lurked outside the Victoria camp.

The tactical squad competition starts tomorrow, and she needs to give the Horn team a "surprise".

"Don't move." A cold voice sounded behind her.

W turned around and saw the captain of the Leitanian Emperor's personal guard—Jian.

“Little lamb, you’re blocking my way.” W licked his lips.

He didn't draw his sword; he just stood there, exuding an astonishing aura.

"His Majesty has decreed that private duels are prohibited outside the arena."

“I was just taking a walk,” W said, raising his hands.

"You have three miniature bombs in your pocket."

W's smile vanished.

"how do you know?"

Jian said, "You're excited because you're afraid of losing."

W narrowed his eyes: "You think I'm afraid of those idiots like Victoria?"

“You’re not afraid of them.” Jian turned and left.

"What you fear is that your chaos is worthless in the face of absolute order."

W stood frozen in place, the candy in her hand crushed into crumbs.

A side note: [Bonus Chapter] The First Terra Peace Games (Part 5)

"ladies and gentlemen!"

Welcome back to the Triinttelme People's Stadium!

"I'm your commentator, 'Big Mouth' Mob!"

The next day, sunlight pierced through the thin mist and shone into the venue.

Mob's voice boomed throughout the city through the loudspeakers: "Meshko Sports Securities reminds you that today's match is 100% high-quality!"

"Let's turn our attention to the fencing hall—the finals!"

Inside the fencing hall, the two finalists are already in position.

On one side was Chen Huijie from the Great Yan Dragon Gate Guard Bureau. 〓（三）si〨磷妻?爾似?丝

She held the standard longsword issued by the conference, and her aura remained imposing.

On the other side is Lessing Mayer, an auditor at Ludwig University in Leitania.

He looked slightly nervous.

"According to the competition rules," Mob explained dutifully, "for absolute fairness, all competitors must use the standard swords provided by the organizing committee!"

"And here's the important part! The use of any form of Originium Arts is strictly prohibited!"

"This is a pure clash of skill and will!"

In the VIP section, Lacey was watching with great interest.

Gertrude whispered in his ear, “The people from Victoria tried to contact Mayer last night, but we politely asked them to leave.”

Lacey nodded, her gaze returning to the field.

The referee whistle blows.

Chen Huijie was the first to launch an attack.

Her swordsmanship was direct and fierce, without any unnecessary probing.

The standard longsword in her hand seemed to weigh a ton, carrying the essence of Lungmen close combat techniques as it slashed down.

There was no direct response to the cessation of chanting.

He took a half step back, flicked his sword tip lightly, and used the opponent's force against them, neutralizing their attack.

His swordsmanship was like the classical music of Letania—elegant and precise.

"Beautiful! A textbook example of Letanian court swordsmanship!" Mob shouted.

"But Officer Chen's offensive was like a storm!"

Chen Huijie changed her move extremely quickly, instantly switching from a slashing strike to a sweeping attack after missing her target.

Zhi Song dodged to the side, then thrust out with his backhand, the tip of his sword aimed directly at Chen Huijie's throat.

Chen Huijie parried with her sword, and with a crisp "clang," sparks flew everywhere.

The two exchanged dozens of moves in an instant.

Chen Huijie's breathing began to quicken slightly; her style was extremely physically demanding.

The Letanian spectators in the stands held their breath.

Zhisong represents not only himself, but also the new generation cultivated under the new imperial education system.

"Officer Chen is starting to exert her strength!" Mob exclaimed. "Her combat experience is too rich!"

Chen Huijie revealed a flaw.

Zhi Song's sword pierced through precisely, but Chen Huijie advanced instead of retreating, using the protective gear on her shoulder to withstand the blow. At the same time, she closed in and slammed the hilt of her sword into Zhi Song's wrist.

He stopped singing in pain, and the longsword slipped from his hand.

Chen Huijie's sword tip was pressed against his chest.

The outcome has been decided.

There was a moment of silence, followed by a burst of enthusiastic applause.

Chen Huijie sheathed his sword and gave Zhi Song a standard Great Yan-style fist salute.

Zhi Song flexed his wrists, smiled, and bowed in return.

"The champion is Da Yan!" Mobu announced, "But Letania, though defeated, is still a hero! Meshko Securities believes that both are winners!"

Lacey clapped.

He has no regrets.

Chen Huijie's victory stemmed from years of real-world street fighting experience, something that academic training cannot yet match.

“Next, let’s switch the camera to the sumo arena next door!” Mob’s voice followed seamlessly.

"A heavyweight showdown!"

"The host country, Letania's Military Minister, Lord Taylor, faces off against the Great Yan Guard Bureau's—Hoshiguma!"

The atmosphere inside the sumo arena was completely different.

Taylor stood on the sumo ring. His physique was considered robust among the Leitanians, but next to Hoshiguma, he appeared much "slender".

Hoshiguma's iconic giant horns and sculpted muscles create an extremely imposing presence.

"Minister Taylor! Go for it!" the workers in the stands shouted.

They knew that this minister had once been their leader.

Taylor took off his military uniform, wearing only a specially made sumo loincloth, and looked serious.

He knew he couldn't win, but His Majesty had ordered him to go on stage and demonstrate the spirit of the Leitanian soldiers, and he would not hesitate.

"ha--!"

Hoshiguma clapped his hands together, producing a thunderous sound.

Taylor took a deep breath and straightened up.

"start!"

Taylor let out a low growl and charged forward.

He used all his strength to ram into Hoshiguma.

But Hoshiguma didn't move an inch, and even looked down at Taylor, who had bumped into her stomach.

“Wow! Minister Taylor is working very hard!” Mob exclaimed.

"But Ms. Hoshiguma seems to be thinking about what to have for lunch!"

Taylor gritted his teeth and tried to grab Hoshiguma's waist to exert force.

Hoshiguma grinned, stretched out his large, fan-like hand, pressed down on Taylor's head, and gave it a gentle push.

Taylor's massive body was instantly pushed out of bounds and crashed onto the ground with a loud thud.

Taylor quickly got up, dusted himself off, and bowed to Hoshiguma.

Hoshiguma laughed heartily, pulled him up, and patted him on the shoulder.

In the VIP section, Lacey couldn't help but laugh.

Taylor returned to the stands, scratching his head somewhat embarrassedly: "Your Majesty, I've made a fool of myself."

“You did a great job, Taylor,” Lacey said. “You showed us courage.”