poet in the distance used her cheerful and clear voice to accompany the attacks of the three.She seemed about to burst into dance, waving her slender arms like a cheerleader behind the banquet table,...Chapter 100: Frey's Efficiency

At this moment, the midday sun streams through the wooden window, casting a dim golden light onto the slightly dusty floor.

A gust of wind blew past, hitting the doors of the hall and making a creaking sound.

On the side of the hall, next to a slightly worn practice area, there was a large sparring platform. Due to its age, the sparring platform looked rather old and had many pits and cracks that spoke of the passage of time.

And above this training area, stood several figures of warriors facing each other with intense gazes.

Although we'll take this match seriously, I won't stoop to your level.

Tsvirni pointed at Frey, her voice firm and resolute.

As one of the top players in her grade, she wouldn't stoop to bullying a freshman just because she wanted to win. That's not how things are done.

Subsequently.

Tsvirveni beckoned, and a brawny fighter emerged from behind her, his expression eager to start a brawl with Frey.

He's our vice department head, a sophomore in his fifth year. Let him give you a lesson.

Tsvizlveni finished speaking, then clasped her hands together and retreated outside the dueling grounds.

On the silent field, light and shadow were dim, and a tense atmosphere flowed rapidly.

Two martial artists, with grim expressions, are engaged in preliminary warm-ups and preparations.

A simple, small jump, landing with a faint sound.

Their eyes were resolute, as if the entire world existed only in the face of their opponent.

Observation is an important step in close combat.

Freya unbuttoned her coat, twisting her neck and loosening her shoulders with a relaxed expression. She faced the opponent before her with confidence and composure.

Everyone else gradually moved further away.

Make sure to give them enough space to fight.

What do you mean

Tsvirni glanced across the way at Lanci, inquiring if he was ready to begin.

"Let's begin."

Ranch nodded.

"Get to work!"

Tsvizl's voice echoed in the dilapidated hall.

As her words ended, the atmosphere, which had been suppressed to its limit, instantly broke free.

The mighty roar of the giant tore through the silence, like a wild beast charging at Frey!

His form instantly turned into a bolt of lightning, his muscles bursting with immense power as he moved, seemingly about to fly forward and deliver the strongest kick possible to obliterate Frey!

Fray remained remarkably calm, his gaze fixed on the burly man charging toward him. He seemed like a still mountain facing a raging storm, unyielding and resolute.

Fray's hand, placed across his chest, was already in a defensive posture, as if he had been prepared to meet the opponent's attack.

Even the fighters in the back row held their breath, all eyes focused on this moment.

The outcome, it could be decided in a flash!

Just as the two figures were about to collide, their fists and feet about to meet.

The next moment—

Frey's right hand shot out from the inside pocket of his coat, pulling out a glowing orb of magic crystals. He hurled it with force and simultaneously dropped to the ground in a battle-hardened defensive posture.

A thunderous explosion echoed through the hall, shaking the very structure.

Smoke and embers danced in the air, a deafening blast seemingly freezing time itself. Only the fiery sparks leaped amidst the chaos.

The muscular fighter's body was suddenly lifted by the massive explosion. His body drew a huge arc in the air before crashing to the ground like a bird with broken wings.

His body rolled several times before coming to a stop in a corner of the hall.

The fighter lay sprawled on the ground, unconscious. His body was completely black, his eyes closed, and he coughed out billows of black smoke from his mouth like an octopus.

This dilapidated hall, which was just moments ago filled with a tense silence, is now plunged into an astonished deathly quiet!

All the fighters were stunned, dumbfounded by this sudden turn of events.

"Ranch!"

Hypatia lowered her voice, gritting her teeth and mumbling beside Lance.

She feels like things are about to go really wrong!

Even though the fighters didn't fully understand what was happening, Huberlian knew that Frey had pulled out a light demolition bomb from the Student Council arsenal. It was more than capable of stunning a level five fighter with a face-to-face blast!

Lane gave her a barely perceptible smile, as if he didn't think the matter was a big deal.

On one side of the field, Frey brushed the dust off his clothes and stood up unharmed.

"I won."

Freya nonchalantly adjusted her collar, her eyes sparkling with a bright light. In a calm voice, she said,

"Times have changed, and the martial spirit also needs to ride the winds of change and board a flying airship called Magitech."

"You **!**!"

Of course, the remaining fighters showed extreme rage.

Huperlyan felt the terrible, surging rage of this volcano gathering its energy.

Although she felt a bit scared, she was also astonished. Frey's simple actions seemed to be about to put this whole group on the verge of being slaughtered by [Great Love Poet]!

But today, this kind of situation where conflicts are resolved in school is absolutely not something that should allow Lance to use [The Great Love Poet] to cause chaos on campus!

"Frey!! You despicable scoundrel, you still have the face to bring up the Martial Soul!!!"

"To actually use a hidden weapon in a fair duel!! When did the Knight Academy come to have such a disgrace as you!!"

It seems like this group of people is about to rush up and beat up Frey, but they're also afraid that Frey will pull out a few more bombs.

Just now, Frey's explosion damaged a beam of the wooden house, making it teeter on the brink of collapse.

The fighters are afraid that if they let Frey run rampant any longer under the guise of defense, the entire arena could be destroyed!

Faced with the accusation, Frey furrowed his brow:

"But you didn't say that new weapons were forbidden in a fair duel."

"Be quiet! Knightly duels do not permit the use of bombs!!"

The rules of the knight's duel at the academy, although unwritten, are generally accepted tacitly. There are no specific articles to be found, and things mainly rely on unspoken understanding.

But no one has ever brought out something as outrageous as the demolition explosives from the Magic Engineering Academy in a duel!

Both parties remained distant and the dispute continued.

If this continues, perhaps we will eventually lose our reason due to anger and trigger a great war!

Just then.

Ranch, who had been watching everything from the sidelines as if detached, finally stepped forward. He walked past Frey and briefly met his gaze.

Please remain calm, everyone. Let's strive for harmony and understanding. I understand your concerns and the issues at hand.

Ranch looked at everyone across from him, calmly and composedly said,

"At the beginning, both parties had a misunderstanding of the rules, which led to the current situation. Therefore, I suggest we disregard this match and have a rematch. Before the next competition, we should sign a contract that clearly outlines all the terms and conditions. This way, regardless of who wins or loses, everyone can accept the result with peace of mind."

His voice was rational and his expression impartial.

It seems to be his responsibility to reach a harmonious agreement for resolving the issue.

As the evening fire fades, I'll do my best to update tomorrow... I'm coding until I almost faint...

(The End)

[ ]ife for decades, never finding a wise ruler. If Sigrid wouldn't abandon him, he would gladly swear fealty to her as his bishop.As for his original intentions, they remain unchanged.Who says observing...