"I still can't wrap my head around the fact that both of these mages facing each other are actually first-year students, how in the world are the ordinary academy disciples supposed to compete against that?" "I attended the Bandit Academy a few years ago, and even back then, only the third or fourth-year students had reached the Tier 5 realm.” “ And even then, it was only the exceptional ones among them who had been through life-or-death battles," one spectator commented, reflecting on their own experiences."Or they have the backing of elders, which accelerates their progress faster than others, but the mages from the Great Eight Academy are definitely challenging my understanding of the strength that first-year academy students should possess," another spectator nearby couldn't help but add as they watched the intense battle between Cassandra and Damien."What do you know? Don't feel disheartened, as no matter what you do, the first-year students f

The Grand Arena erupted in cheers as Cassandra closed the distance to Damien, wasting no time in thrusting her halberd towards him. The fans of the Bloodline Academy gasped in Shock as the halberd swiftly closed the gap between them, resembling a bolt of lightning, as it shot forth with bright light.“Puchi!” The halberd made contact with Damien, but the scene that the Holy Grail Academy fans had been hoping for did not occur. Instead, Damien’s body scattered into tiny bats, which flew away and reconvened on the other side of the arena. There, Damien’s body reconstructed itself, but this time he wielded a unique-looking blood red spear.The spear, approximately six feet in length, appeared to be crafted from a dark, dense wood. It was polished to a high sheen and adorned with intricate patterns of swirling, thorn-like filigree, the carvings embedded reddish copper, while runes adorned the supple leather wrapping a

"Damien, will you continue?" the red-haired referee inquired, his gaze fixed on Damien, whose right hand had just regenerated. The crowd watched in fascination as tissues and muscles intertwined, knitting together until the flesh completely enveloped his Right hand."Yes, I will continue!" Damien declared, a smile on his face as he flexed his right hand, demonstrating to the referee his readiness to resume the fight."Alright, if you say so," the referee conceded. He then turned toward the Holy Grail Academy stands, as the referee's eyes met theirs, Gabriel shifted his gaze to Julian, who was looking down at the ground."You don't need my permission, if you're eager to fight, go ahead, Michael only warned against letting you face the lady, And hey, if you do end up losing, don't do it disgracefully”“ I don't want any more of my team members needing critical healing at this stage of the competition," Julian, the captain of the Holy

“It’s been quite a while, Damien, how have you been?” Marcus greeted, settling into a horse stance and stretching his arms outward while pushing his right leg forward.“Don’t talk to me as if we’re buddies, the last time we met, you tried to kill me, remember? It’s time for me to pay you back,” Damien retorted, swiping his hand and summoning a pitch-black sword with red cracks.“If you said that when you were in a better state, maybe I would have believed it, but how do you plan to defeat me with your current mana state? If you want, I can give you a little break,” Marcus teased, but Damien chuckled.“We both know you won’t do that, so stop pretending to be nice and come at me, as for Mana, you don’t have to worry. I may not be at my best, but I managed to draw some blood from your previous teammate.” “ Although converting his blood energy to mana will cause me to lose some of it in the process,” Damien explained.“But it’s sti

“Dragov Dragonmir, it’s your turn to take the stage!” The red-haired referee called out, since Damien had been escorted out of the battle ring by the reserve team of the Bloodline Academy. Now, it was only Marcus Sanctus who awaited Dragov for the climactic final match to commence at the battle ring.Without hesitation, Dragov rose from his seat and began his deliberate stride toward the battle ring, the resounding drag of his battle axe accompanying each of his slow yet steadfast steps as he made his way to the battle ring stairs.“Dragov!!!” The fans of the Bloodline Academy erupted in cheers, their voices ringing out even before he set foot in the arena.It was as if they were summoning him to make things right, to secure victory for their Academy team. To them, Dragov was not only the last warrior standing but also the captain of their Academy squad. And they placed the weight of their academy’s ambitions squarely on