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Angelica looked at Olivia beside her and sighed helplessly, while secretly hoping that Lyon would continue to win.

Meanwhile, Marielle and the others on the other side were engaged in a heated debate.

"I'll go next! Although Brad is weak, that guy is incredibly strong. You can't handle him."

"Are you implying that I'm inferior to you, Greg?"

Chris and Greg argued, while Julius and Zeke looked at Lyon, who seemed a bit bored on the field.

The black mech and the box on its back exude a sense of weight and power, as well as agility and speed far exceeding those of other mechs.

"Bartofat is a labyrinth conqueror, and that black mech should be a lost artifact. I've never heard of such a powerful mech lying dormant. Your Highness, please be careful from now on."

"Don't worry, Zeke. Maybe you can defeat him."

Julius was not optimistic about Lyon's attempt to win five consecutive games, a view shared by almost everyone in the stands.

"This level of combat is manageable. But it will be over soon."

“That’s right, Bartofarth could not possibly defeat His Highness and the other five by himself.”

"Hehe! I borrowed money this time. I'm counting on you to make a killing this time."

The students in the stands who bet on Julius's side to win could be described as having gone bankrupt; some of them even sold slaves or took out loans.

The arena was quickly cleared, and then Greg stepped out in his red mech, holding a red long gun in his hand, looking extremely flashy.

"Master, the mech has been repaired, so it seems to have combat experience."

"Practical experience? More accurately, it should be called sparring experience. You can't really call it practical experience if you haven't experienced life-or-death combat."

"Master remains as rigorous as ever."

While Leon and Lucaccion were discussing, Greg came up to them and pointed his spear at Leon.

“Bartofarth, I won’t underestimate you like that idiot Brad!”

"I understand, hurry up and take the oath. Don't waste time."

Leon's casual remark infuriated Greg!

"Damn it! I'm going to kill you!"

As Leon listened to Greg's words, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

He's going to show this guy what it really means to 'kill you'!

"The duel begins!"

Bang!

As the sound came, Greg felt his vision suddenly go black, and then he saw a bright sky. Yalogantz's figure had already disappeared.

"Ugh!"

A scream came from Greg's mouth as a piercing pain shot through his leg.

"Ah! Sorry, sorry! Because you just said you wanted to kill me, I thought you were going to fight to the death. So I went a little too far. I'll take my foot away right now. I'm really sorry."

Leon apologized with a grin, showing no remorse whatsoever. He then removed his foot from Greg's chest and lovingly helped Greg open the chest to facilitate moving him to the treatment room.

"Referee, it seems Mr. Greg has injured his foot. Please get it treated as soon as possible. You're welcome."

"Okay, thank you for letting me know."

Lyon won the second battle as expected, and this time the jeers and disdainful words from the stands disappeared.

What just happened?

“Your Highness, just now Bartofart used his speed to disarm Greg, then punched him to the ground, and then stomped on Greg’s chest.”

Chris provided commentary, his gaze serious.

Leon's fighting skills were far stronger than he had imagined!

"Zeke, I will try my best to exhaust his stamina. I hope you can defeat him."

After giving Zeke some serious instructions, Chris turned around and went into the mech alone, where he began to concentrate.

On the other side, Olivia expressed her concerns again.

"Was what Leon did wrong? Should we ask him to apologize?"

“Well, if Bartofart apologizes, I think Greg will only get angrier.”

Angelica shook her head, her hands clenched tightly.

[Bartofalt, you must win! If you win, His Highness will...]

In the stands, Greg, watching his defeat, became increasingly dissatisfied.

"Doesn't Greg always boast that he's the best in actual combat?"

"That's right, we've lost just like that. We're not even as good as Brad!"

"That's really embarrassing! Luckily, Chris is here next."

Chris, the son of the Sword Saint!

One of the top three in the academy's combat class! His proficiency in piloting mechs also far surpasses Greg's!

After the arena was cleared, Chris, who had been expending Leon's energy, walked up in his blue mech, wielding a greatsword in both hands and carrying various other longswords on his back!

Volume 2 School Life: Chapter 25 Have you ever seen someone who was pierced in the chest by a battle blade and was still unharmed?

"Bartofart, I knew you were great in combat. But I didn't expect you to be so good at piloting mechs. I'm not sure if I can beat you, but I'll definitely make sure you can't win!"

Chris spoke calmly, but his slightly trembling hands betrayed his fear and excitement.

As the son of a sword saint, his swordsmanship is extremely strong; what he lacks now is only the sublimation that comes from life-and-death battles.

Therefore, he longs to have a real fight with Leon!

"Chris, we probably would have run into each other in combat class if it weren't for the school. I hope you're prepared and can give me even a little bit of fighting spirit."

Leon replied to Chris earnestly. Of the five, he had a relatively good impression of Chris, this taciturn guy.

"Hmph! I'll go all out from the start."

"very good!"

"Battle Blade!"

chua!

A black battle blade was launched from the box behind him and landed in Leon's hand, resembling a Tang sword.

The referee couldn't help but worry as he watched Leon draw his blade, and instructed the staff behind him, "Quickly go and call an adult who can use healing magic."

"The battle begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Leon and Chris disappeared from sight.

Boring!

The sound of metal clashing rang out, and when everyone looked over, they saw that Leon and Chris were already fighting, launching attacks with their weapons.

Chris's swordsmanship was superb, and he was able to block Leon's fierce attacks every time.

"Bartofart, if this is all you're capable of, you might as well just admit defeat."

"Chris, you can die if you use too much in battle!"

After saying something in a low voice, Leon drew his sword and kicked the greatsword out of Chris's hand.

Chris reacted immediately upon feeling his weapon leave his hand, retreating to retrieve a new sword.

The audience erupted in cheers upon witnessing this scene.

"Well done, Chris!"

"Defeat that arrogant Bartofalt!"

Hearing the cheers around him, Chris's face didn't show much joy. Instead, it became increasingly serious because the greatsword in his hand had developed a nick.

The battle continued, Chris carried fewer and fewer swords on his back, and the cheers and shouts around him gradually faded away.

"Chris, if that's all there is to it, then I'm going to end this fight. You're not exactly inspiring at all."

After Leon finished speaking, Chris felt the sword in his hand being pressed down by the battle blade, making it unable to move, and then it made a snapping sound.

Click!

After the longsword broke, Leon's blade opened a gap in Chris's chest, and the cold, black blade was now only a few inches away from Chris.

A chilling aura wafted over, and Chris's intuition told him that it was stained with blood.

"I lost."

An unnamed emotion welled up in Chris, and then his vision went black and he fainted.

"Seriously, why do these guys faint so easily?"

"Um, Bartofarth, could you please remove your sword?"

The referee's voice came through, sounding somewhat frightened.

"Oh, that? Don't worry! Chris wasn't hit, he just passed out. You can all relax."

Listening to Lyon's words, the referee wanted to yell at him, "Have you ever seen anyone get stabbed in the chest with a battle blade and still be okay?"

Chris, who had fainted, was taken to the treatment room by the referee, while Lyon held up two fingers.

"Your Highness, and Lord Zeke! Now it's just the two of you. I hope you're prepared to lose. I won't go easy on you just because you're His Highness. After all, I strictly adhere to His Highness's words: I don't bring my identity from outside the academy into the academy."

Lyon's tone was full of sincerity, but it sounded particularly grating to Julius and the others.

Because they are the ones who brought their identities from outside the academy into the academy!

Looking at the extremely arrogant Leon, a dark glint flashed in Zeke's eyes, but he still said confidently to Julius, "Your Highness, I'll leave this to you. I'll go prepare for battle, please rest assured, Marie."

Marie gave Zeke a slight smile as he left, her face pale and weak.

[How can that damn passerby be so strong? And these idiots are so weak. They have absolutely no protagonist's strength. What should I do? What should I do?]

While Marielle was feeling down, Angelica looked radiant, showing none of the dejection or resignation she had displayed earlier.

"Oh, Miss Angelica, since I'm about to help you win, wouldn't it be nice to receive some gold coins as a reward? My fee won't be too high, just a few tens of thousands of gold coins will do."

Leon's flippant voice drifted over, and Olivia pouted and walked over.

"Leon, this is wrong! You're being so mean!"

"Hey! Olivia, shouldn't you be on my side? We're friends, okay? When did you ever betray us?"

Leon made a crying face, his voice filled with sorrow. Seeing this, Olivia put her hands on her chest and kept turning them around, somewhat at a loss.

Angelica looked at the innocent Olivia facing Leon, who was teasing her, with a hint of envy, and then walked over.

"Olivia, he's just teasing you."

"Beep~, Leon!"

Olivia pouted angrily at the smile in Leon's eyes and punched him lightly, doing so with practiced ease.

"Hehe." Leon chuckled foolishly.

"Bartofalt, next up should be His Highness's younger brother. He'll probably get serious. Do you... have a chance?"

Angelica's expression darkened as she thought of Zeke.

Although Zeke, Julius's brother, appears to be extremely gentle, he is actually the most ruthless when it comes to doing things.

At this moment, Zeke is ordering the mech's mechanics to install items prohibited in duels, such as magic bullets and bombs, onto the mech.

"Not bad. Angelica, it seems you're not so stupid after all. I thought you wouldn't even be able to see something like this."

"Hey! Bartofalt, don't go too far! I'm still a duke's daughter!"

Angelica retorted loudly, but her voice sounded weak and clearly lacked conviction.

Olivia, seeing that Leon and Angelica were about to start arguing, stood in the middle.

"Well, Leon, you'll be fighting later. You should get some rest first."

"Understood, Olivia!"