A few weeks flew by in the blink of an eye. The arrival of the monthly examination was like a spice to the boring college life, attracting even the second and third-year students to the dueling arena to watch.
"If you have confidence, step onto the stage. If you have nothing to offer and just want to be a laughingstock, then I advise you not to step onto the stage!"
There were quite a few junior students, but as soon as the host, Rosse, opened his mouth, half of the contestants dropped out. Originally, there were hundreds of junior students, but only about a hundred or so actually had confidence to go on stage, and among them, 80% were children of nobles.
"But I see that we have quite a number of people here, so let's divide into several groups for the battles. By the way, I have also invited Princess Wang to be the judge. I hope you all perform well!"
"Oh!!" Rosse's words indeed roused the students' enthusiasm. Perhaps it was also because of Ophelia's presence that these people wanted to perform well. After all, she was a princess. If they could impress her, who knows how many years of struggle they could be saved?
"Now, let me randomly call out names from the register. Once I call your name, come up. If you don't want to embarrass yourself, you can surrender directly."
"First up, Bexia and... Cro!"
"That's me, I really have such great luck!" Bexia touched his nose and calmly walked to the dueling arena. On the other side of him stood a young boy with yellow hair, who also seemed to be a nobleman.
"I never expected to encounter the 'first seat' right from the start. I really wonder, with such low magic power, what use will you be without a magic light blade weapon in the future?!"
"Why don't you try and find out?" Bexia turned his wooden battle blade to the side and calmly replied. He didn't like to waste words; actions spoke louder than words.
"I really don't understand why the noble Princess would be interested in a lowly commoner like you, letting you be her junior student..."
"You talk too much, and do all you nobles enjoy calling others commoners? Although it didn't bother me before, being called a commoner by you now actually annoys me a bit!"
"Annoyed?! Haha, I'm just stating a fact!"
"Alright, everyone get ready. The first round of matches is about to begin!" Rosse's words calmed the scene down. As soon as he gave the order, the first monthly examination for the junior students officially began.
After Rosse gave the command to start, Bexia and Cro stood facing each other for about two or three minutes. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Cro drew his wooden sword from his waist and charged at Bexia with impulsive ferocity.
"Gale Slash!"
Cro unleashed his own combat technique as soon as he made a move. This intermediate-level technique excelled in speed, with attacks delivered rapidly. His plan was to win in one strike and defeat Bexia, letting him understand what it meant to be a noble.
But Bexia's performance was destined to disappoint him. He just stood there, immobile, as if he had been dumbfounded. Seeing Bexia's reaction, Cro couldn't help but reveal a sneer of disdain.
However, just as his wooden sword was about to strike Bexia, he already saw Bexia getting blown away by his attack. But unexpectedly, his sword struck nothing but the air, while a powerful force suddenly hit his shoulder.
"Falling Petals Palm!"
"Boom!" Cro was sent flying several meters away, and his wooden sword bounced a few times before landing in front of Rosse. It was only then that he snapped back to reality, looking at Bexia in astonishment.
"What just happened...?"
"I clearly saw Cro hitting that guy...?"
That attack just now was something an ordinary person couldn't even perceive. In that split second when Cro's high-speed combat technique was about to strike, Bexia simply shifted his body slightly, perfectly dodging Cro's attack. At the same time, he executed a hand-to-hand combat technique with his left hand that instantly struck Cro, securing his victory.
That level of combat awareness was something even Rosse hadn't achieved. It was a state called "Intricate Control," which had nothing to do with strength. It was a superlative control of the body, as if a normal person could flex the muscles in their forearm and part of their upper arm with a punch. But someone with intricate control was even more powerful; they could mobilize not only all the muscles in their arms but even all the muscles in their entire body, integrating the force into a single punch. Such power was at least several times stronger than that of an ordinary person.However, Bexia clearly has not reached such a high level of skill, but she has already truly reached the level of being acclaimed as a "battle master", which is what amazes Roselle.
How old is Bexia? To have such control at such a young age, if she were to grow up, she would definitely be a super genius, no...Bexia is already a super genius, a young "battle master"!
"In this competition, Bexia is the winner!"
"How is that possible?! How could I lose to a commoner!" Kro cannot believe his victory or defeat, shouting at Roselle, "He must have cheated. Clearly, my sword hit him, how could he have dodged it!"
"Whether or not he cheated, it's not for you to judge!" Roselle is indifferent to Kro. Although this guy is a noble baron, he is a high-ranking military officer in the camp, with a title equivalent to a baronet of the fourth degree. Could he be afraid of a baron?
"Kro, right? If you don't even have the courage to accept defeat, then your achievements will be limited to this." Roselle turns his head to Bexia and says, "You can rest now!"
"Yes, mentor." Bexia glances at Kro, who is lying on the ground, and leaves the duel arena directly.
"Betty, over here!"
From the stands, Bexia sees Long Mumu waving from a distance, and her position is where Bexia just stood. Carter is also by her side, Bexia's usual buddy who is now "sitting pretty", looking bewildered.
"Sis Dragon, why are you here?" Bexia is most afraid of Long Mumu. He still has psychological shadow from last time, afraid she will do something out of line again.
"I naturally have to come and watch your match! I'm Betty's backup, you know!" Long Mumu playfully closes one eye.
"You did a great job just now! Aren't the battle techniques I taught you very practical?!" The Falling Flower Palm was taught by Long Mumu. What surprises Bexia is that she actually masters five different types of skills: swordsmanship, knife techniques, blade techniques, martial arts, and magic, and is extremely skilled in each of them.
