"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
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"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
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