Needham Walker looked at Conan who was ready to fight, and felt an inexplicable pressure in his heart.
He stared at Ke Nan closely, trying to find flaws in his posture and predict his moves, but to no avail.
In that case, let’s try to attack first!
Needham Walker suddenly activated his magic power and poured it into the sword. The sword flashed with light and he rushed towards Konan like a white lightning. He stabbed out with the sword in his hand continuously, each sword pointing at Konan's vital points.
This series of sword strikes was fast and fierce, and a whirring sound of breaking wind was heard in the air.
However, Conan remained calm. With a slight wave of the sword in his hand, he easily blocked Needham Walker's attacks one by one.
With every block, his sword accurately blocked the opponent's sword tip. At the same time, his body stepped back slightly without any disorder in his steps.
Many nobles who did not understand the battle situation began to discuss: "As expected of Needham Walker, he actually defeated the fourth-level warrior with the strength of the third-level warrior. His talent and strength are truly amazing!"
Needham Walker was excited when he heard the praises from the people around him. He mustered up his strength, shouted loudly, and swung his sword with all his strength. This sword was filled with his full confidence and unwillingness. The magic light on the blade was so bright that it seemed to tear the air apart.
Konan remained calm, raising his sword with one hand and casually blocking the fierce attack.
Then, he slowly said, "Well, should we end the test now? We should get serious next, right?"
Needham Walker's face was full of confusion, his eyes widened, and he asked in disbelief, "What do you mean? Are you saying that you haven't really done anything yet?"
Needham Walker's expression instantly turned ugly, even distorted by anger and disbelief.
He just couldn't believe that even though he had attacked with all his might, the opponent hadn't really made any move yet.
Only then did Ke Nan realize that the guy in front of him had only third-level magic power but very little practical experience, and was simply a "fool".
He had originally thought that he could play more steadily and win beautifully in the first match, but it seems that he overestimated this guy!
Conan shook his head helplessly. This move was undoubtedly a humiliation in Needham Walker's view.
He roared like a madman, and stabbed the sword in his hand straight into Konan's face. The sword carried his anger and despair, and was powerful and heavy.
The corners of Conan's mouth rose slightly, and he dodged the fatal blow with a clever move. Then he took a step forward, and the sword in his hand turned quickly like a snake, accurately picking up the sword in Needham Walker's hand.
At the same time, he stretched out his foot and tripped lightly, causing Needham Walker to stumble and fall forward.
Conan raised his sword-holding hand and struck Needham Walker hard on the back of his neck with the hilt.
"Bang--"
Needham Walker groaned, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted, falling straight to the ground.
Kenan stood aside, looking at Needham Walker who had fallen to the ground in silence, and couldn't help but ask, "That's it?"
Over at Dawn College, the middle-aged teacher's expression instantly turned very ugly.
He thought to himself that something was wrong and subconsciously glanced in the direction of the king. He saw that the king and a group of nobles all looked embarrassed and ugly.
His heart skipped a beat, and he realized something was wrong, so he quickly asked someone to carry Needham Walker back.
Ke Nan looked towards the direction of Dawn Academy with some helplessness, and asked loudly, "Aren't there any first-year students who are more powerful?"
Needham Walker was already considered a top student in the first grade. Who could have expected that he would be crushed so easily by Conan!
The middle-aged teacher was so embarrassed that his face turned red and white, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He forced a smile and praised dryly: "Student Ke Nan is really amazing. He must be an elite first-year student at the Arcane Academy."
Kenan has a low EQ. Hearing this, he put away his sword, scratched his chin a little embarrassedly, and said truthfully: "No, my strength is not even ranked among the first-year students of the Arcane Academy. I am probably in the middle of the pack."
What he said was true. Among human students, Ke Nan's strength might be ranked at the bottom of the upper class.
But since the reform of the Arcane Academy, a large number of students of other races have enrolled, and there are many first-year students who are better than Conan.
In the Arcane Academy, if one wants to become a top-tier fighter, one must at least master the ability to open a simple field at the fourth level.
As soon as Ke Nan said this, the middle-aged teacher and the first-year students behind him suddenly turned pale and blushed with embarrassment.
Even King Orinth's expression became very ugly, his eyes full of embarrassment and anger.
At this moment, a young man holding a spear walked out from the imperial army. He stood tall and straight, walked steadily, and said loudly: "I am a new recruit of the new Imperial Army, Whitley, please teach me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the powerful strength of the fourth level suddenly burst out from him, and he was full of momentum and fighting spirit.
King Orlins' expression eased a little, and he was secretly happy in his heart: Finally, there is a fourth-level young man.
He is just from the Imperial Army. Damn it, how does Dawn Academy educate its students? There are so many descendants of noble students but they can’t even produce a fourth-rank first-year student!
Conan sensed the strong fighting spirit in Whitley and immediately took up his stance, shouting, "Conan Famion, please teach me!"
After saying this, the two of them rushed towards each other like arrows from a bow.
In the blink of an eye, the sword and the spear collided with each other, making a crisp sound of metal clashing and sparks flying.
At the beginning of the battle, the two used simple martial arts to test each other.
The spear in Whitley's hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, the tip of the spear flashing with cold light, and every move he made was filled with fierce momentum, heading straight for Kenan's vital points.
Conan was agile, and the sword in his hand was like a nimble fish. He deftly resolved Whitley's attacks while looking for opportunities to counterattack.
After a few rounds, Whitley found that he could not easily defeat Conan, so he decided to change tactics.
His magic power exploded rapidly, casting wind magic on the gun.
In an instant, the spear seemed to turn into a gust of wind, becoming faster and more powerful. Every stab was accompanied by a whistling sound. The wind-attributed airflow was like a sharp blade, making it impossible to defend against.
Seeing this, Kenan put his fingers together and quickly drew them across the sword. The sword was burning with flames. The blazing flames illuminated the surrounding air and emitted rolling heat waves.
In the duel of swords and guns, both sides would occasionally cast simple magic to interfere with their opponents. For a moment, flames and hurricanes collided with each other on the field, and the battle became more and more intense.
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