Loran Hill walked up the frosted stone steps step by step to the high stage.

Originally, she hadn't planned to participate in this competition, but Madam Filia persuaded her to give it a try. It wasn't for fame or fortune, but to experience something she had never felt before.

"New, unknown experiences and feelings will make your life more fulfilling. Besides, you haven't competed with others in public before, so the time in your first grade doesn't count." Lady Filia taught the girl.

So, after agreeing, Loran Hill also signed up for this competition.

As she stood on the stage in the cold wind, she suddenly remembered that she had participated in the school competition as Luo Lan in her first year. Later, in her second year, she participated in the "Crown of the Broken Army" competition as Luo Xier.

"The game begins!"

Her bright red dress fluttered in the cold wind, and her black hair fluttered with it. This girl with black hair and a red dress attracted the attention of everyone in the venue as soon as she appeared on the stage.

Many lower grade students also saw this girl for the first time, and many of them were speculating about her origins.

"Who is she? I've never heard of her before."

"Strange, such a beautiful girl should be very famous. She is in the fifth grade and should be quite capable. Why haven't I seen her in the two years since I entered the Walled City Academy?" Another student in a red and black uniform asked in the stands.

While many students from grades 1 to 4 were chattering about it, a few senior students from grades 4 and 5 recognized the girl's origins.

"Wow, I actually got to see 'her' in action this time. She's a living legend."

"I didn't expect the president of the 'Black Water Lily' club to not even graduate yet and is currently in his fifth year."

"So, when she became president, she was only in her second year, new to the academy?"

"When I think about it this way, she's incredible, and so pretty. Wow, why haven't I seen her in school for several years?"

"That's not surprising, is it? At the time, it was said that the 'Black Water Lily' club had blocked any news about the president. Plus, as older students continued to graduate, fewer and fewer students knew about her existence," explained a senior student.

"No more talking, let's get started."

On the field, a warrior wearing dark golden full body armor stood aside. Every piece of his armor was made of fine gold, and there were exquisite enchanted carvings on it, emitting a faint glow under the gray sky.

Bang.

A huge axe stood on the gray-green ground, leaving a small crack. This heavy axe probably weighed nearly a hundred pounds.

Mitchell looked at the girl across the field. She had no armor on her body and no weapons in her hands. It was hard to believe that she was here to participate in the competition.

Although he'd heard of the name years before, Mitchell wasn't one to blindly worship it. He trusted his years of training and his experience battling numerous masters. And Roland, who'd been absent from school for several years, wasn't necessarily as powerful as the legend claimed. The "Black Rose Queen" was merely an exaggerated rumor among the students.

"I'm sorry, but I'll break that beautiful legend. And time will eventually replace the old with the new."

He roared, picked up the heavy and huge battle axe, and swept it across the air with ease. Suddenly, bursts of tearing whistling sounds were heard in the atmosphere, and for a moment, the falling snow on the field was lifted up by the air pressure and stopped briefly.

Loran Hill looked at the sharp air current approaching from a distance, raised his right hand, and a crimson light shield rose.

Although the Demon Sequence is not good at defense, it has no problem facing such attacks.

And at the moment the light shield rose, Mitchell kicked the ground and rushed forward like a heavy chariot. He swung the heavy axe in his hand, and dangerous and sharp arcs of light flowed on it.

'Iron Blade Slash!'

He mobilized the transcendental core within his body, and with the might of a thousand pounds, he swung his heavy axe down like a mountain, seemingly intending to cut the girl in two. Seeing this scene, many nearby spectators felt a pang of fear. The snowflakes that were kicked up scraped against their faces, like a knife cutting, causing a slight pain.

However

It was like light rose petals flying, a red light flashed, and a little red was scattered in the air.

The heavy axe in Mitchell's hand snapped in two, and his armor was neatly cut open, revealing the thin white clothes underneath. At this moment, he looked as helpless and confused as if he had just woken up.

Clanging sounds were heard on the stage, and then everyone saw pieces of armor and weapons bouncing and rolling on the ground, making slight noises.

The warrior who was so proud just now was now standing on the stage, motionless, letting the cold wind blow on his body.

"How could this happen? Even Chief Darcy back then wouldn't do this..."

Mitchell knelt on the ground in despair, staring at the smooth-cut adamantine weapon, his eyes filled with bewilderment. Everything had happened so quickly. Many students only saw a faint flash of red light before Mitchell suddenly stopped, as if frozen.

"Do you want to continue?" Loran Hill walked slowly forward and looked at the young man in front of him who was about 20 years old.

"........No, that's not necessary." As if hearing a sigh, he slowly raised his head and looked at the girl with crimson eyes. Her eyes were like clear red lakes, captivating.

Closing his eyes to avoid being seduced by those eyes, Mitchell stood up, announced his defeat, and walked off the stage with a slightly disappointed look on his face. It seemed he still had a long way to go.

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