Chapter 42 A Convenient Thing

The boy stood up on the stage tremblingly.

He wanted to escape the moment he heard Edith call out his name, but he could admit defeat on stage, but giving up directly would result in a lot of points being deducted. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk to Edith's side.

The surrounding onlookers stepped back tacitly.

Although they really want to watch the fun, it would be bad if they were affected.

The recording teacher belatedly opened the protective shield, and Edith saluted at this time, stood up without moving her feet, and raised her wand.

"Three, two, one—"

"I give up!"

This boy was obviously much more prepared. He gave up the attack and raised his hand to form a protective shield the moment the teacher opened his mouth: "I give up!"

Although his body was still blasted by the strong wind onto the protective shield outside the ring, making a heavy knocking sound, the sound from his mouth was not covered at all. The clear and desperate words were clearly transmitted from the ring to the ears of the people around him, with a strong comedic effect, and everyone burst into laughter.

Even the recording teacher couldn't help laughing: "Edith wins, please stop attacking."

Edith took back her wand, and the boy finally fell to the ground after the wind stopped. He used his hands and feet to crawl out. Although he was in such a mess, he still did not forget to cheer his opponent up.

"Junior! You are awesome! I am rooting for you. Beat those people who laughed at you to death!"

The onlookers who were laughing wildly stopped laughing in an instant.

We are laughing at you, not Edith!

"Are there any others who want to challenge?" The recorder doubled Edith's points. "Or have you found an opponent and are planning to use the venue?"

"I'll do it!"

A clear female voice rang out from the crowd. Everyone automatically made way for the brave man and watched him climb the stairs.

Edith took a quick glance and found that the person coming was the girl in the next ring who had been struggling with her opponent for half an hour - it was not until the first boy she was fighting against was blasted into a tree by her that she seized the opportunity of her opponent's surprise and defeated him, otherwise she might still be struggling now.

She was obviously very confident in her own strength, and the look in her eyes when she looked at Edith was full of the words "come and fight": "Rose Valen."

The recording teacher quickly wrote down her name.

The two stood apart, and after the whistle blew, Rose was the first to release the flame.

Edith subconsciously used the same trick to cut off the flow of magic power, but the wind that had already formed still fueled the flames. The flames burned instantly and climbed up her robe like thorns.

Everything went according to plan.

Rose showed a satisfied smile on her face. Next, as long as Edith used the water ball to put out the fire on her body, she could release the wood spell and let the wide and hard vines follow the water and wrap around Edith's body.

Then, they tied the neck and suffocated him.

Here we come!

Edith really released the water ball. Rose didn't dare to delay for a second. The crisp vines came out from the staff and rushed to the opposite side with the sound of wind.

Edith cut off the flow of magic power once again.

not good!

Rose's pupils suddenly contracted. Water is different from wind. The latter will keep moving forward after it is generated, but the former will quickly drip to the ground once it loses its magic support.

Edith let the fire burn her without getting her clothes wet.

But it was worth it—Rose’s vines were tricked out by her.

The green branches went straight into the puddle of water on the ground of the arena, and were stuck tightly by the staggered wooden boards. Rose pulled it out with all her strength, but it didn't move at all. However, it was too difficult to cut off the flow of magic power - she watched Edith take off her cloak.

The piece of cloth, which was burned by the flames and could no longer hold on, flew through the air and finally landed on the vines trapped by the floor, igniting directly. Edith then freed her hands to extinguish the flames on her body with a water ball, then raised her wand and cast her best wind spell again.

The flame for the start of the game finally burned.

The raging fire burned along the vines all the way up, and was about to climb up to her arm. Rose couldn't pull her hand away, and had no way to deal with it. She could only grit her teeth and shout, "I give up!"

Edith quickly cut off the wind and fired a water ball, soaking Rose completely.

"...Edith, you've won three games in a row." The record-keeping teacher looked at her in surprise, "Rose's winning streak has ended, and the points bonus has ended."

The people around finally found their voices at this moment, and let out bursts of exclamations that were getting louder and louder.

"No, Rose's winning streak actually ended here?"

"Anyway, if he's this good at fighting in his first year, how good will he be in two years?"

"Fortunately, I'm about to graduate..."

"It hurts so much, how can they let the fire burn their bodies directly? People like me who are not ruthless enough will not be able to advance."

The recording teacher nodded repeatedly: "Not bad, but why did you come to the competition on the last day?"

"Even if you feel you are strong enough, you should still leave room for unexpected events."

No, teacher, it's not because of arrogance, I just forgot...

But saying this would easily make the teacher lose favor. Edith smiled, didn't explain, turned around and pulled up Rose who was sitting on the ground.

The fanaticism in the other's eyes flashed even more fiercely, and he reached out and grasped her arm tightly, causing some pain.

"See you in the finals." Rose said without reason, "I hope you don't get eliminated before then."

......

Even though she had won three games in a row, Edith was only a freshman after all, and most of the third and fourth graders still looked down on her.

Under such "contempt", Edith had no worries about finding opponents. She played another 5 games smoothly and successfully increased her winning streak to 8.

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and most people had gone to eat or rest. The ones who stayed were almost all students who were close to advancing. In the final stage, the fewer losses they could lose, the better. They all carefully selected their opponents and tried their best to avoid those who looked difficult to deal with - such as Edith.

Edith still has at least two games to go, but she can't find an opponent to play against.

"Let me fight you." Bell couldn't bear it. "It just so happens that I have enough points. It doesn't matter if I lose. If I win, it means you are not strong enough."

"Hey, hey, hey, friends are not allowed to compete with each other to get higher scores!" The recording teacher had sharp ears and heard their conversation immediately.

"Isn't it possible to just have a normal fight without giving in?" Edith asked loudly.

"no!"

"That can't be helped." Edith sighed and shrugged. "Forget it. Anyway, there's still one night left. It's only two shows. I can always make it."

"I'm tired too, so I'll sit down and rest for a while."

She had been standing for an entire afternoon, using excessive amounts of magic power, including the delicate operations of precise release and cutting off in the middle. Even though she had plenty of magic reserves, she was still a little overwhelmed.

She sat down at the edge of the ring, and then she realized she was tired. The soreness spread through every muscle to her brain, and hunger surged in like a tide at the same time she sat down.

"I feel dizzy." She realized that she had overdrawn her magic power. She had only had magic power for less than a year, and she really had no idea how to control the amount of magic power released. "Wait, I feel a little uncomfortable..."

"You're overdrawn." The recording teacher came over and handed Edith a piece of sugar wrapped in paper. "I'm really confused... The average person can only play five games a day at most, and that's if they play from morning to night and take a full rest between each game."

"You can actually play eight games in a row."

Edith said weakly: "Thank you for the compliment."

The candy cube gradually broke apart in her mouth, and the sweet taste soothed her bitter mouth. Edith closed her eyes and rested for five minutes beside the ring, but still felt unwell. "I have to go back and rest for a while, and come back in the evening."

"Go ahead, go ahead. If you don't rest, I'm afraid you'll die."

Edith stood up shakily, and Bell carefully supported her as she prepared to walk towards the dormitory.

When they turned around, they saw two sneaky people standing by the fountain in the center of the venue, hiding behind stone pillars. They didn't seem to be resting, but instead they were looking around.

Edith had a bad feeling in her heart.

Sure enough, the two men seemed to have confirmed Edith's weak condition, and finally pushed each other to stand up, held their heads high, and walked towards her.

"I want to challenge you." The man standing in front raised his chin, his eyes dodging but his tone was unexpectedly firm, "You are strong, but I am stronger."

Edith: “?”

Does your confidence come from my weakness?

"I want to challenge you too!"

Another boy hiding in the back bluffed.

The loud voices of the two attracted the attention of the people around them. Now that there were fewer people, the loud voices stood out even more.

The boy standing in front seemed very satisfied with this kind of attention. He raised his chin and said, "Of course, if you want to refuse with something like 'I'm not in a good mood today', that's fine too—"

"Go ahead."

Edith used her free hand to pinch her brows in annoyance. "I just happen to have two more games to go, so let's finish it quickly."

Two boys: "......"

No, this is true or not!

"I don't know if you are involved in some kind of betting activity, or if you are simply trying to gain fame through this." She let go of her hand on Bell and picked up her wand, her movements full of resentment, "It doesn't matter, it's just a matter of convenience."

"Oh oh oh, come on!" The crowd watching the show not far away cheered. Everyone was extremely tired and needed a performance like this to liven up the mood.

The two boys stood there in a daze, not knowing where to put their hands.

They were classmates of the second boy who had fought Edith. They didn't get along with each other and laughed at him when they learned that he had lost to a first-year boy.

Unexpectedly, the man was not angry at all. Instead, he praised the two's strength crazily, saying that they would definitely be able to defeat Edith and restore the glory of the third grade.

His voice was too loud, attracting quite a few people, and he actually put the two boys in a difficult position. In the end, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and make harsh remarks, and come to the scene to "challenge" Edith.

Who would have thought that after watching five games in a row, Edith became more brutal with each one.

"Brother, didn't you say that Edith is very tired now and definitely won't agree to the challenge?"

"...That shouldn't be the case. She has accumulated so many winning streaks. It's impossible for her to challenge us without being sure..." The boy standing in front hesitated, "Is she bluffing or - forget it, let's go. There's no need to make a fuss with a first-year."

"Are you planning to give up?" The recording teacher twirled his pen in a circle. "I've already written down your names. Are you sure?"

The boy in front of me looked unhappy.

He looked up and saw Edith, with a gloomy face, leaning against the edge of the ring, giving him a socially acceptable smile.