Ron landed gracefully and looked around the arena. The stands in the south of the capital city were almost full.

The participating teams arrived a little early, and the audience members were seated in higher positions.

Looking back in the direction he had come from, Vivian, Princess Sherry (who hadn't yet taken the stage), and others encouraged him.

The cheers and attitudes in this world look a bit like the cringeworthy teenagers from my past life!

Extending his right hand, he called out, "Darth, Darth..."

With a smile, Ron turned to face the young man opposite him.

Judging from the opponent's attire, he should be a commoner student. To be able to participate in the mainland exchange competition, he must still be a commoner, without the possibility of being a noble with a prestigious background.

Ron reminded himself that he should be more serious.

According to the rules, after both sides performed the ancient rituals, the competition officially began.

Ron responded with the swordsman's salute from the Kingdom of Gil, but the other's posture was a bit hard to decipher...

With a calm expression, ignoring the noisy surroundings, Ron drew the magic longsword tucked at his waist.

The other party also had a sword in hand.

Swordsman? Ron muttered to himself.

Both sides moved at the same time.

Wind element is with him, while fire element surges into his body.

Fire element has the effect of stimulating the entire body's constitution, such as common swordsman movement techniques like the Blazing Step.

It utilizes the physical properties of the fire element.

One is wind, the other is fire; both have trained in agile combat techniques.

A wind-elemental sword light and a fire-elemental sword beam clashed in the blink of an eye.

A straight line may be the fastest, but after this probing attack, the fighting skills of both sides were revealed.

Bessim, on the other side, felt the intense tremor in the web of his right hand and knew that he could not sustain the fight.

The first tentative strike led to the climax...

Bessimmo shouted in the Cuban dialect, then swung his Flaming Sword to the side and slashed!

Using the recoil, Bessimus flipped sideways in the air at low altitude. Due to the effect of his combat technique, he advanced instead of retreating and struck again with his sword.

The fire elemental energy was so intense that his magic sword seemed to be on fire.

When the Fiery Sword slashes down diagonally, the flames are blinding and vision is limited. Less experienced swordsmen may be a beat too slow.

In wartime, every second counts.

True life and death, victory and defeat in a match, often hinge on a single sword strike.

The opponent is quite self-aware! Ron's lips curled into a smile. Since the opponent has already used his full strength, then let him see it:

Backhand sword!

wind!

Bang.

Ron, sensing with his mental power, suddenly swung his sword backhand, almost blindfolding himself, to block Bessim's attack.

Due to the difference in magical power, Bessim, who was at an extremely low altitude with nowhere to leverage, could only have his longsword knocked away.

Ron throws another Wind Kick.

Peng!

With a clean and decisive kick, Bessie was sent flying ten meters away.

The game is designed to leave no room for the opponent to react.

Ron cast a single-target spell, Water Bullet!

Upon landing, Bessim, writhing in pain in his abdomen, tried to parry with his sword. But Ron's magical water bullet was already upon his blade…

Bang! The magic water bomb exploded again.

Strangely enough, when the water bomb exploded, it created a water curtain that obstructed the view.

A blurry figure appeared; Ron was rushing towards them from the other side of the water curtain.

Halfway there, Ron suddenly unleashed another wind blade from behind.

when.

With his excellent martial arts sense, Bessim blocked Ron's sword that pierced straight through the water curtain, but then a small, curved wind blade struck the back of his sword-wielding hand.

Blood splattered.

Ron stood with one hand behind his back and his right hand holding a sword, facing the injured Bessim.

"What, do you still want to fight?"

"No need, I, Bessie, concede defeat." These words were spoken in the common language of the mainland, as the academy teacher announced the result of the competition not far away.

“Gil Royal Academy, Ron Sheng.”

Both sides bowed to each other again before leaving the field. Ron has two more games to play tomorrow.

When Bessimus bowed, his eyes showed even more respect.

The strong are respected wherever they go.

Back in their original positions, Princess Shirley exclaimed excitedly, saying things like "Wow, he's amazing!" and "Defeat him!" Vivian, on the other hand, simply smiled and remained silent behind Ron.

Another round today.

It's Princess Sherry's turn.

Ron, having nothing better to do, moved on to a match and ended up not far from Princess Shirley's arena.

But Ron was too embarrassed to talk about his cringeworthy cheering performance.

However, since the princess was looking over, he hesitated for a moment and then slowly extended his right hand.

The princess in the room smiled and gestured.

Upon looking at the other person again, he discovered that she was also a noblewoman.

I don't know if she was a princess or the daughter of a duke.

Both sides are magicians, and this arena is a showcase of their magic skills.

The enemy Toran mage started with the dark-type Shadow Touch spell.

The shadows of darkness crept in from the ground.

Unfortunately, Princess Shirley also possesses the rare human element of affinity.

Aurora Magic.

The light dispelled the illusions on the ground.

A large, light-blading spear descended from the magic circle in the sky.

They also used light and shadow magic to disrupt the opponent's mental perception.

The ability to unleash three spells in a short period—one medium-level spell and two minor spells—demonstrates genius-level mental control.

Purely overwhelming strength...

As the aurora spell dissipated, the light spears that had descended from the sky shattered the enemy's magic staff...

The spear of light appeared before Toran, narrowly missing him by a hair's breadth from hitting his head.

Given the difference in strength, the female mage Toran simply conceded defeat.

“Gil Royal Academy, Shirley Sheng.”

After leaving the arena, Shirley asked, "Ron, was I strong or not?"

"Strong, but you used your trump card so quickly. How did I teach you?"

"But you also taught me that unsolvable trump cards are meant to be used!"

"..."

The three combined spells are difficult for anyone of the same level to break at a certain stage of cultivation, so using them might save some trouble!

Ron remained silent. This was a cross-continental exchange competition, and there were countless geniuses. There would always be a time when the princess would suffer.

Or it might teach her a lesson.

Let him raise the college's overall score; after the individual competition, the team competition score is also crucial.

After various competitions, the scores are used to rank the colleges in mainland China. Generally, the higher the ranking of a college, the more talented students will travel from afar to study there.

It is also a means of demonstrating the kingdom's power.

Ron said nothing more, smiled, and then led the others to watch the other students' matches.

The first day of the competition ended in the evening.

At the Royal Academy of Giles, one commoner male student lost a match, while the other six won all their matches, a pretty good record.

In individual matches, the team captain can adjust the formation as needed during team matches.

Ron didn't lecture the loser, Maud, but simply said, "Don't be discouraged, go back and prepare for the next one."

Once outside on the main street, discussions about the competition were everywhere in the capital.

Now the odds have changed again, but the odds for the Royal Academy of Giles remain the same. Someone has lost a game and is now slightly ahead of the undefeated seeded players in total points.

Each score serves not only as a basis for judging an individual's fate but also as part of the final overall score.

Of course, as the competition progresses and fewer people participate, the scoring in each round becomes more important, and the multiplier for calculating points varies.

The organizers strive to rank the colleges objectively.

After wandering around for a while, Ron returned to focusing on Vivian's situation.

"The legendary Time Magic Book is still not working?"

"Yes, young master, isn't Vivian very useless!"

"No, how could that be? Maybe something is missing!"

Ron probably did care about the academy rankings when it came to Vivian's training, since Vivian was the one by his side and she mostly learned on her own at the academy. Legendary Will had been more involved in guiding Ron.

What exactly was missing? Ron tried various methods with the legendary time magic book.

Moonlight, water, and even attempts to let Vivian probe with her spiritual power... all failed.

The time isn't right yet; let's not think about things we can't figure out for now.

In the meditation room of his lodging, Ron, having failed to find a solution after studying the magic book beside him, entered a meditative state.

Close your eyes, sit quietly and meditate, feel the presence of the elements around you... gradually enter a state of ethereal tranquility.