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Ye Xiao, meanwhile, was secretly observing Su Xiyun's actions, silently giving her a rating—not bad, she didn't take advantage of her opponent's fall, she has quite the martial spirit.

While a contest can demonstrate good character, it's not appropriate to do so in a life-or-death struggle.

He clutched his chest, swayed as he stood up, and picked up the wooden sword from the ground. "...What amazing swordsmanship."

Huh? Su Xiyun was stunned. Was that sword really that powerful?

Wait, could this guy be...?

Even if she was slow to react, Su Xiyun realized what was happening.

She had seen this person at yesterday's meeting; apparently, he was from their player alliance.

I'm shocked! This person actually managed to win two consecutive games without a single loss before encountering her?

Susie Yun was somewhat surprised. Their guild had a rough estimate of the overall strength of the player alliance, and most players would struggle to even get two wins, let alone zero losses.

So by the third match, she didn't really expect to encounter any of her own teammates who would give away points, and she didn't think it was necessary. With her strength, she could easily win the one-on-one trial by herself.

Chapter Thirty-Two: Sorry I couldn't satisfy you.

On the stage, Princess Skadi, who was watching the arena of Examination Hall No. 6, rested her chin on her hand, looking somewhat impatient.

"Um, is this the person you were talking about who can defeat that High-Rank Swordswoman?"

One of her attendants panicked, clutching the hem of her skirt with both hands. "Oh, Your Highness, I'm sorry, we must have made a mistake."

“Yes, yes, I remember that candidate brought a cat. This person didn’t bring a cat, so it shouldn’t be him,” another follower quickly added.

"Where is the one with the cat?"

"Itra and the others have already gone to inquire, they should be able to find it soon!" the follower said meekly.

In the past, Skadi would probably have been annoyed by her subordinates' blunder that wasted her time, but now she just pursed her lips and said, "It's fine, if we didn't find it, so be it. Let's just take a break."

Ella probably never imagined how much of a shadow her last duel had left on the princess.

The princess, who has now awakened the bloodline of two dragons, spends most of her time practicing swordsmanship in her private training ground under the tutelage of the Royal Knights Commander.

Skadi, the high-mountain swordswoman from Aslan, had previously observed the other party's swordsmanship duel. Without the enhancement of bloodline power, the two were roughly equal in swordsmanship, which made Skadi not very interested in sparring with the other party again.

Because it's meaningless; they're all far inferior to that terrifying woman, Ella Hayville.

Skadi's only opponent now is the Holy Maiden of Light; it's meaningless to win against anyone below her level.

I only came today because I heard that Princess Aslan was easily defeated, so I thought I'd see if there were any more powerful experts who might appear, and maybe I could learn something from them.

However, judging from the current situation, she was indeed overthinking it. The female candidate in exam room number six may have some ability, but her current opponent hasn't shown much. She didn't see anything particularly outstanding in the other exam rooms, and her students probably wouldn't find anything by searching.

Femihill had no idea what he was up to. Perhaps he had some fatal flaw that someone had seen through during the actual battle.

In Skadi's mind, Princess Aslan's swordsmanship had dropped another level.

Sigh, I guess I'll just treat this as sunbathing... Skadi looked at Exam Room Six with a bored expression, thinking that she should leave after watching this one-sided and boring match.

But as time went on, she slowly began to feel that something was wrong.

The other male candidate has taken three or four hits from the opponent, how come he's still not out?

Although the hardwood sword wasn't sharpened, it still hurt when it hit me. I was sent flying after taking several blows, yet I was still able to get up. Is this person that resilient?

And after looking at it for a while, I realized...where have I seen this guy's face before?

Ye Xiao, who was on stage, was unaware that the eldest princess in the audience was staring at him in a daze. Blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth, and he was using his sword as a crutch, still putting on a show of being on the verge of collapse.

"...Are you alright?" Su Xiyun was a little panicked when she saw Ye Xiao's pale face. Could it be that she had hit her too hard and hurt one of her own?

But that shouldn't be possible; those sword strikes shouldn't have had that much force, right? How did someone this weak manage to get two consecutive wins?

Little did they know that Ye Xiao was still commenting – not bad, he still cares about his opponent's health, instead of hurting people in order to win.

Alright, we've played our part a few rounds, and we've tested this player enough. It's time to leave.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't get to enjoy myself enough." After saying that, Ye Xiao seemed to finally give in and collapsed to the ground with her legs giving way.

"Huh!?" Su Xiyun's usually calm and collected expression was starting to crumble.

The way he's saying that makes it sound like he's about to die!

She even went up to try to help him up, but Ye Xiao, who was lying on the ground, immediately reached out a hand to silently stop Su Xiyun.

Su Xiyun watched as the hand fell back to the ground, her lips twitching, somewhat at a loss.

It's supposed to be an act, but this guy actually vomited blood—it's way too realistic.

To say it wasn't an act would be an understatement, as this guy's defeat was far too hasty.

Having never encountered such an opponent before, this was the first time the young girl had felt completely bewildered and unsure of what to do with her hands and feet on the ring.

Ten seconds passed quickly. Perhaps feeling uncomfortable from being pressed down, a cat emerged from Ye Xiao's collar, frowned, and punched Ye Xiao twice on the head, "Meow!"

"The exam is over. Candidate Su Xiyun has won." The examiner announced the result loudly.

The audience dispersed amidst waves of disdainful comments.

"What kind of expert is he? He's just being used as a punching bag." "How could this guy possibly beat the High-Ranking Sword Maiden?" "It's just a rumor..."

Chief Examiner Andrew was naturally also completely bewildered. The uninformed public thought it was just a rumor, but he knew all too well that he had personally arranged for the candidates to accompany him in the previous round.

"Sir... everyone has already left."

“I don’t need you to remind me of something so obvious, Witt.” Andrew took a deep breath and rubbed his temples. “Whatever this person is here for, at least we can be sure he’s not a spy…”

"Should we continue watching his next game, sir?"

"Look, of course I want to see, I want to see what he's all about."

“You…you used impolite language, sir.”

“I know, Witt! You don’t need to remind me of this!”

……

After winning the third round, Ye Xiao dusted off his clothes and wiped the brown sugar and vinegar sauce he had gotten from the tavern at noon from the corner of his mouth before heading to the next exam room.

After the competition, it seems that Su Xiyun's character is not bad on the surface. After entering the academy, I can communicate with her through Ella.

Perhaps Ye Xiao was a little uncomfortable from being pressed down on the ground, because the kitten poked its head out from Ye Xiao's collar, spat out a few strands of yarn with a few "pui pui" sounds, and said, "Hey, I feel like your methods for pursuing girls are getting more and more creative."

"What girl are you chasing?" Ye Xiao was completely confused.

"Hmph." Greta hid her head back in her collar.

Ye Xiao shrugged, assuming it was just the little maid being strange as usual.

In the fifth test, Ye Xiao, as a candidate with a score of two to one, came to test room number five again and went up on stage to prepare for the test.

Ye Xiao felt a headache coming on as soon as he saw his opponent this time.

"Aha, it's you, the cat-wielding swordsman!"

This was the same loud and mysterious nobleman Ye Xiao had met at the entrance of the training ground earlier.

"What a coincidence, hahaha! It seems we are destined rivals indeed!" The nobleman faced Ye Xiao with his rapier raised. "Come on, Cat Swordsman, I am Reno Scott, and I will defeat you with all my might!"

What is the abbreviation for "Cat Swordsman"?

Hearing that loud, incessant voice, Ye Xiao wanted to kick the guy off the stage.

But you can't kick him out, because the name he gave was actually on the avoidance list.

What the hell is going on...?

Ye Xiao was at his wit's end, listening to the other person babbling on and on, his feet were really itching.

Forget it, let's just end this already.

"The exam begins!"

"Hmph, facing my stance, you've chosen not to raise your sword in response! Then allow me to strike first... Eh!?"

"Exam over! Reno Scott is the winner!"

Chapter Thirty-Three: Enemies Come to the Door

Down below the stage, Andrew, the chief examiner in charge of coordinating everything, was already somewhat disoriented.

"Sir, he has been sent flying by another sword strike."

“Witt! I told you not to remind me of things that are so obvious!” Andrew sighed, pressing his hand to the brim of his hat. “Could it be that I really misjudged him…”

But this person's record of defeating Femihir is undeniable. Could it be that Princess Aslan underestimated her opponent and made a mistake?

That shouldn't be the case. The Aslan nobles value honor to the point of obsession, and to lose because of underestimating the enemy is a great disgrace to them.

Given that princess's personality, she would never underestimate her opponent... This shouldn't have happened.

Was the candidate with the cat deliberately losing?

But why would you intentionally lose?

Andrew racked his brains but couldn't figure out the logic behind Ye Xiao's behavior. This guy got a zero on the written test. Does he even want to go to school?

If he doesn't go to school, why would he come in and hit other people?

"Sir, his fifth exam is about to begin. Shall we still go to watch it?"

“Yes, of course we’ll go.” Andrew pulled his assistant, Victor, along. “Where is he competing?”

"Examination Room Number Seven".

But when Andrew and his assistant rushed to exam room number seven, they only heard the examiner's loud announcement:

"The exam is over, and candidate Ye Xiao has won."

So fast? ? ?

Andrew was stunned. He only saw a nobleman lying on the edge of the ring, clutching his buttocks and groaning, while Ye Xiao, the examinee they were supposed to be watching, had already leaped off the stage and gracefully walked into the crowd.

In the final match, he didn't face someone on the guaranteed admission list, and after losing two matches in a row, not many people were paying attention to him anymore. Therefore, Ye Xiao simply and cleanly kicked his opponent off the stage.

Of course, this was also thanks to the fact that the other party immediately introduced himself as "German Hamburger" and said he wanted to get revenge on him, which allowed Ye Xiao to confirm the name before the exam started. Otherwise, Ye Xiao might have had to spend some time asking the other party what his name was.

Even though the other party seemed to harbor some resentment towards him, it didn't matter. Anyway, this round was over, so he quickly went to check out the other players' matches.

"Excuse me, sir in black, please wait!"

"I'm talking about you, Mr. Ye. Why are you running now?!"

"Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?" Knowing that she couldn't avoid it, Ye Xiao finally stopped and turned around, feeling quite helpless.

Before them stood a gentleman with short curly hair and a tailcoat, and a petite girl in a school uniform with brown bangs that reached her eyes, who looked somewhat introverted.

The other person approached directly, leaning on a cane. He looked to be in his early twenties, but his sharp brows revealed a sense of composure and seriousness.

"Mr. Ye, I am Andrew, the chief examiner in charge of this part of the academy's training program, and also a specially appointed swordsmanship professor. The team trial hasn't started yet, so I'd like to have a brief chat with you. Do you have some free time?"

"Hello, Mr. Ye... I'm Professor Andrew's assistant, Witt." The girl next to Andrew introduced herself haltingly, her weak tone sounding somewhat shy.

Oh no, something's definitely up if this is happening!

Ye Xiao didn't know these two people, but since they had taken the initiative to contact him, they must be troublesome.

So he politely replied, but his feet had already subtly taken half a step, intending to slip away: "Hello, it's nice to meet you both. However, I have some things to attend to. How about we schedule another time after the exams..."

But the next second, Ye Xiao felt a gentle breeze pass by his side, and when he turned around, the girl with the soft voice was already blocking his way.

The other person still looked somewhat fearful with his lips pursed, but his hand was firmly resting on the sword at his waist, his aura locked onto Ye Xiao.

This feels like... an expert-level swordsman?

Ye Xiao raised an eyebrow. This guy looked like an ordinary student, yet his swordsmanship had reached the expert level?

This is even stronger than the eldest princess! You know, some ordinary professors in this academy are probably only at the expert level.

It truly lives up to its reputation as the Empire's premier academy; it is indeed a place where hidden talents abound, boasting many promising geniuses.

“Mr. Ye, please forgive my rudeness. We didn’t mean any harm, but there are some questions we really don’t understand about you. As you may know, this is a sensitive time, and we need to clarify some things before we can feel at ease.”

"Hmm..." Ye Xiao sighed, "Alright, what is it? Hurry up."

He was also highly skilled and daring, and stayed behind only because he was afraid that forcibly leaving would cause a conflict and attract unnecessary attention.

He didn't do anything wrong, so he has nothing to hide.