Everyone stared at the ring intently, as frenzy surged in their hearts, destroying their senses.
I have to admit that Aurelion's performance shocked everyone and completely conquered the entire audience.
But this was really too fast.
Are you sure this is a mage?
Suddenly, the nobles recalled Aurelion's crystal clear moonlight sword just now.
Oh, this is indeed a mage.
Creating weapons out of thin air in the arena is indeed something only a mage can do.
But what is shocking is that as a mage, Aurelion is extremely skilled in close combat.
Although the student who challenged was indeed a bit ordinary, he was still an old student who had gone through six years of training in the academy.
However, he was defeated by Aurelion in one blow.
Even the students who were in the audience but could not play, after seeing this battle, only one thought remained in their minds.
This princess from the Kalencia Empire seems to be a bit powerful.
When the foreign ministers saw Aurelion winning so easily, a smile appeared on their faces, as if they had personally won this battle that earned enough face for the empire.
He straightened his waist unconsciously and looked at the students on both sides with a bit of pride in his eyes.
At this time, August's mind was filled with Victor's answer, and he had no intention of missing Aureliano's wonderful victory.
'A little bit better at each? '
This sentence is obviously a statement of modesty.
If it is translated normally.
Then this sentence should be translated into...
'Excuse me, I'm omnipotent. '
He was a little unbelievable, but Aurelion's performance really shocked everyone.
What August saw was not Aurelion's superb skills, but the composure of an experienced battlefield veteran.
Her decisiveness, even her calmness that kills with one strike.
She seems to know every weakness of the enemy, knows how to fight back, and adopts the most efficient method to kill the enemy.
Can this really be taught by a mage?
Of course, it was impossible for Aurelion to kill anyone.
At this time, a team of medical personnel wearing white soft clothes ran onto the ring, even carrying a stretcher. They placed the student on the stretcher and tore off the clothes on his chest where he was penetrated.
This shocked everyone again.
Because there were no wounds on the student's body.
Very strange.
Everyone clearly saw that he was penetrated by the sword through the chest, and even the student fell to the ground weakly.
Could it be that this is also the power of magic?
But which mage can fight in close combat? How can these warriors survive with mages who are so good at melee combat?
Just as August was thinking about it, Aurelion had already walked back.
She was smiling, as if she had just vented her emotions when she went down, and her attitude towards the king had improved a lot.
Under the gaze of many nobles, Aurelion passed Joanna and stood in the aisle of the ring.
Aurelion didn't look at the female student again, and just nodded to Hilda who was sitting beside her.
Then, he returned to his seat.
At this time, no one dared to question Aurelion's force.
And how old is she?
It is said that the imperial princess is only fifteen years old.
The students here who can reach sixth grade are basically adults.
August said with an appreciative tone:
"What a wonderful battle, Princess Aurelion. Your swordsmanship is outstanding."
Aurelion responded with a smile:
"Thanks."
"My teacher taught me well."
Hearing this, August's thoughts couldn't help but drift to Victor again.
The students are already so powerful, so how powerful does Victor, as a teacher, have to be?
At this time, Hilda did not forget to stand up, show respect to Aurelion, and bow:
"Thank you, princess, for granting my wish."
Aurelion just gave him a faint smile.
Joanna turned her head and glanced at Aurelion, then raised the sword in her hand and whispered to Hilda:
"Sister, I'm leaving first."
"I still have to prepare for the next game."
Hilda said "Ah", was stunned for a moment, and said somewhat casually:
"Well, come on."
Joanna lowered her head and quickly left here with her long sword in hand.
Considering that Aurelion has already shown her strength, the princess will naturally not participate in the war again.
Even if she wanted to go up and continue playing, the instructors would no longer want her to play.
Obviously, Aurelion's strength has clearly exceeded the average level here.
The competition continued, and students one after another stepped onto the stage, struggling to show off their talents in front of a crowd of nobles.
It was getting later and later, and the final competition finally arrived.
Joanna faced off against another strong student.
The opponent, like Joanna, had won several times in a row.
Whoever wins from both sides will get the first place in this test.
By this time, the battle between the two had been going on for a long time.
The student in front of her put a lot of pressure on her.
After all, the other party is also one of the top students in the sixth grade.
The battle remained stalemate for a long time. The two of them were deadlocked on the ring, both looking for flaws in each other.
At this time, Joanna saw that the other party's physical strength had also been exhausted, his breathing became heavy, and his movements were a little slow.
She immediately felt that she had found the opponent's flaw, and rushed towards the opponent with her foot. She cut out the sword midway and stabbed the opponent.
However, the corners of the opponent's mouth slightly raised, seizing the opportunity, he made a slight stroke with the sword in his hand.
The next second, Joanna's figure became unstable, and the long sword in her hand was instantly knocked away by the huge force.
She lost her balance and sat down on the ring.
The blade fell from the air and fell to the side with a clang.
The student opposite was neither arrogant nor impatient and put away his sword.
"Your skills are very strong. If I hadn't been a year older than you, I'm afraid the winner would not have been determined by who."
"Concession."
The students watched the battle decide the winner, and they couldn't help but be surprised that the winner was not Joanna.
Even Hilda couldn't help but frown when she saw her sister's behavior at this last moment.
Only August said:
"Hilda, your sister is very powerful and has great potential."
Despite receiving the king's praise, Hilda's face was still slightly gloomy.
After all, if you lose, you lose.
Skills are not as good as people.
But Joanna actually made such an obvious mistake when the king and people from other countries were visiting.
Naturally, this made her feel bad.
The instructor below also added one point to the winning student.
After the final battle, the student occupied the first place in the standings, while Joanna occupied the second place in the standings.
The instructor was below and announced.
"The first place in this evaluation is - Yasuo Cid!"
The winning student walked up to the stage to receive his award with a smile on his face.
Naturally, there is no reward for second place.
Joanna tightened her grip on the hilt of the sword, feeling slightly saddened by her own defeat.
She lowered her head and left the scene alone.
Seeing this, Hilda took a deep breath, and then smiled at Aurelion and the king:
"I'm very sorry, I'll excuse you."
She stood up and hurried after Joanna.
At this time, the king also smiled and said to everyone:
"Then it's time for us to leave?"
After all, he led the diplomatic delegation here just to watch the academy's evaluation competition.
The battle is over, so there is no need to stay here anymore.
When the students saw the presence of the nobles and the king, they did not dare to linger and left one after another.
After all, it was getting late.
The king stood up first, followed by the noble lords.
August turned to Aurelion and asked:
"It's getting late, Princess Aurelion. I'll arrange for you to stay overnight."
Aurelion stood up, smiling.
From time to time, he turned his head and looked at Victor, as if asking him for help.
Teacher, how should I reply now?
And Victor seemed to have not seen Aurelion, still sitting there quietly.
But no one noticed.
At some point, the crow on Victor's shoulder disappeared.
At this time, there was a sound of a cane hitting the ground. People's eyes were drawn to it.
Because these noble lords know it very well.
The sound of this voice means something.
Even King August looked over.
I saw Duke Feinstein stand up, leaning on his cane, and said to August:
"Your Majesty, there is no need to go to such trouble."
"During this period, please let the princess and the others stay in my manor."
…
With no one watching, a dark crow was bathed in the moonlight, silently flapping its wings and flying into the night sky.
Its wings carried a breeze in the darkness and flew across the brightly lit streets.
Finally, it entered a deep, narrow alley and landed in a shadow-covered corner.
Not far from the corner, Vega heard a complaining voice coming from inside:
"Why did you behave so poorly today?"
The voice is familiar.
It should be the female instructor and her sister.
Have you started preaching?
Maybe the two of them will have an emotional breakdown and start fighting later.
Vega guessed at random in the dark corner, after all, the tone of complaints was really harsh.
So, it squinted its eyes and stuck its head out.
But what happened next made him feel that it was not what he expected.
At this time, Hilda knelt down on one knee.
Under the moonlight, her face looked serious and caring.
Joanna, on the other hand, was sitting on the steps, her face no longer showing the determination and reserve on the stage.
Hilda held a cotton ball in her hand and applied medicine to Joanna's wounds.
Hilda treated her sister's wound carefully, while Joanna accepted it expressionlessly.
My sister's reproachful voice was still very clear in the silent night.
"You could have played a little better, why?"
Joanna still pressed her lips tightly together, letting the moonlight shine on her cold face.
Hilda tied a bandage on her sister's leg, looked up and saw the faint wound on Joanna's arm.
"Stretch out your hand, there are injuries on your arms too."
Joanna obediently stretched out her hand and allowed her sister to bandage her.
After doing all this, Hilda stood up, and Joanna raised her head and looked at her.
"Next time, don't practice with such high intensity. Relax and relax yourself occasionally."
Then Hilda spoke again:
"Your Majesty the King, they should be leaving. I will send them off."
"You should take a rest and go back to the dormitory early."
After saying that, she turned and left, taking one last reluctant look at her sister.
Joanna also looked at the direction her sister was leaving, feeling a little guilty.
At this time, she stood up again, moved her body, put the sword into its sheath, and was about to leave.
Suddenly, Joanna stopped.
At some point, a small, dark crow appeared in front of her.
Strangely, it only has one eye.
The small body was flowing with luster, and an inexplicable dark aura gradually overflowed from the crow's body.
She felt that the atmosphere in this alley became extremely dull, and the strong oppression seemed to turn into clouds and wrap around her body.
It was a terrifying force, cold and cold deep into the bones.
At this moment, her body was even too cold to move.
Finally, the crow's faint voice fell from high in the sky, full of temptation and danger.
Like the cold light flickering in the night, it penetrated Joanna's heart.
"Hello? Strong little girl."
"Do you long for power?"
