An uncontrollable commotion erupted in the audience in front of Rogers, especially as the cadets in their seats close to the arena began to crowd, retreat, and shout in an attempt to escape the non-existent threat.

The atmosphere of panic was constantly pervasive, and there was no order at all.

It's not like the students haven't seen scenes of serious injuries, but Rivers' performance is just too terrifying.

Also at this moment, they couldn't help but recall how Caspar went crazy.

They are not afraid of being defeated or wounded, but they are afraid of being chosen by Rogers and then tortured to become unspeakable madmen.

"Well, listen to me explain, what happened to Ryles-san was caused by his own extreme temperament, and I didn't let him hurt himself.

"Don't be afraid, we can make you understand that this is really not my fault through the next showdown."

Rogers frowned, and explained helplessly.

In this case, it would not be good if all the classmates avoided the war, after all, neither the credits nor the blessings he wanted to let go casually.

"I'm not afraid! I'm really not afraid! Don't choose me! ”

"It's all Rivers' fault! How could it be related to you?! ”

"I've been championing your distribution plan! I didn't participate in the siege of you that day! ”

Hearing Rogers' invitation to a duel, the eyes of the students at the end of the retreating group were filled with panic and fear, and their movements became more urgent and chaotic, and their mouths continued to echo Roggers's words and let out some cries of begging for mercy.

"Alas, be careful not to step on your classmates." Rogers shook his head and sighed as he exclaimed, then turned back to the center of the arena in a rather disappointed manner.

Rivers had already been carried off the court, and Aldre, as the referee, had a very complicated expression, this was his first time officiating a first-year event, and he had often heard of Rogers's name before, both famous and notorious.

But because I was always surrounded by mentors and professors, most of them heard about how talented Rutgers was and how highly motivated the students were under the assignment plan.

It was only now that he understood more deeply the cause of the notoriety, which had always been on par with his talent.

After that, according to the rules, he randomly ordered a student to play, and the student was grinding for a long time, until he was forced to the field with a magic spell, and the other party immediately admitted defeat, took out the academy badge by the way, handed over six hundred and seventy-five credits to Rutgers, and kept bowing and apologizing, saying that the rest would be returned as soon as possible.

The remaining three students reacted in the same way, and only one of them had completed 1,000 credits.

"Ling...... It's time to return to your seat. Aldre stroked his forehead and said to Rogers.

He felt that although this scene was ridiculous, the strength that Rogers had just shown could indeed easily enter the top 50, and there was not much need to worry about.

Rogers gave a bow and walked down the aisle to the audience, where he walked to the Seating Area of Hilmy's Courtyard, and as he passed by Dellick, he told the other party how many credits the three students owed him.

And also asked Derick to help count and inquire, how many other students are going to duel with him, if you directly admit defeat, you will collect the credits, and the arrears will be calculated according to one-tenth of the monthly interest, and the interest can be used as Derek's hardship fee.

By the time he had done that and sat back in his seat, it was much more empty, except for Alina and Rufia waiting for him.

"Tell you to be a little more restrained......" Alina said in disgust.

"I didn't go too far, he was the one who wanted to make his body like that." Rogus also looked quite depressed, and the gods of the bottomless pit looked away from them after seeing the successive defeats.

"So what the hell did Rutgers do?" Rufia puffed out her cheeks, and Aliana had been covering her eyes since Rogers cornered Rivers.

Alina calmly and carefully recounted the circumstances and scenes of Rivers' self-harm, and Rufia listened to it and fell silent, and finally whispered thank you.

Rogers didn't have much interest in the future showdowns, and he used his monocle to replay all kinds of knowledge and start learning and reviewing, while Alina and Rufia didn't raise their hands to play, just being qualified spectators, occasionally discussing a few words with each other.

Time passed slowly, and when night fell, everyone returned to their dormitories.

Rogers didn't light the fireplace in the cabin again, but huddled on the couch with Alina and Rufia, holding Jalana's New Notes on the Qurandona and studying it.

Bell Bell Bell –

There was a knock at the door, and he got up in confusion to open the door, only to see the third prince, Richard, standing alone outside the door.

"His Royal Highness? Is there something you came to me for something? Rogers didn't think about inviting him into the room, but asked suspiciously.

"In the next ranked matches, can we have a normal Curse Matchup? I can pay credit for this. Richard proposed, with a very standard and kind smile on his face.

"But didn't you say that if you lose, all the credits for this semester will go to me? And why do you think it's not normal to fight against my spells? Do you have any prejudices against me? Rogers looked wronged, and did not understand this inexplicable proposal.

Richard stopped talking, he didn't understand why Rogers thought he would definitely lose, and which of the two duels Rogers had had was normal?!

Caspar's tormented personality has been greatly deviated, and Rivers is even more like an abusive awakening to some indescribable preferences.

He is a prince with the noble blood of ruling the empire, so he must not show such a gaffe in front of his classmates!

"Rogeth Breed, I'm inclined to be a nobleman, and I may still have a lot of possibilities for cooperation with your family in the future, so there's no need to make our relationship so stiff."

The smile on Richard's face softened and cordial, and his eyes revealed a sincerity and frankness, without any pandering or hypocrisy, as if he really wanted to do so.

"At this moment? You're not kidding, are you? Rogers stared at the other man, thinking that these words were too ridiculous.

"Rogers, as a nobleman, you should know the bloodline gap, it brings more than just glory, no matter how strong your talent is, in the initial stage, do you really think you can win me?" The smile on Richard's face faded, and there was a hint of cruelty in his eyes.

"If nothing else, I won't send you." Rogers had little interest in trash talk, so he closed the door and went back to the house.

Although for the nobles, there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests, but that is something that his father needs to care about.

Besides, he also knows the temperament of this third prince, if he really believes in the other party, he will only encounter the fate of being suddenly stabbed.

For the next two days, Rogers did not go to the Colosseum, but compiled most of the knowledge ideas for the gear structure into a book, and waited for a suitable time to publish it.

It wasn't until the third day, when the ranking tournament officially began, that he returned to watch.

"Do you think Alinor will win?" Rufia asked curiously, sitting next to Rogers, munching on a pastry snack in her mouth.

"Hard to guess." Rogers heard all kinds of cheering sounds in his ears, and he looked at Alina and Alice, who were preparing in the field, and shook his head.

"You eat, I'm going to cheer for Alina!" Rufia shoved the paper bag full of pastries to Rogers, and stood up and pumped her fist to cheer on her friend.

"Don't tire yourself too tired, maybe it's your turn to play soon." Rogers stuffed a snack wrapped in magic and stuffed it into his mouth, muttering a vague reminder.

The fine sand laid in the playing field is blown up by the wind and hovers freely and gracefully against the ground.

The sun shone its colorful light and shadows, illuminating the flying grains of sand, making them shimmer with tiny golden light, like a thousand tiny elves dancing.

The two people in the field didn't say much before the game, just stared at each other silently, and when Aldre gave the order, they started to move in unison.

Alice quickly condensed a lightsaber in her hand, the sword body emitted a dazzling light, and her figure was as fast as lightning, and in an instant, she rushed to Alina's body and slashed at the opponent's head.

As the blade fell, the air was filled with a piercing roar and rumble, revealing the power it carried.

Bang –

This power did not achieve the desired effect, only to bring a stronger crashing sound.

"It's ...... Rogers' Spell. ”

Alice stared intently at the magic ribbon that blocked the lightsaber, and the abilities that overflowed from the sword were constantly absorbed and circulated, which only fueled its power.

"Didn't Rogus teach you this? That's right, even a lot of the information he gave you was written down by me. Alina's eyes narrowed at the dazzling rainbow light, and her snow-white hair danced in the wind and waves caused by the impact.

Her voice was soft, with a hint of smile and generosity: "If you want to learn, I can teach you too." ”

"Your appearance is only the product of a noble marriage, and it is just a hole in my hesitation! Why can you be so arrogant?! ”

Alice gritted her teeth, her hands clenching the hilt of her sword, and the blade spewed more light, swinging and slashing towards the ribbon where it had never touched.

Her body movements were nimble and coordinated, and each swing of her sword was full of power and precision, and the light left countless afterimages in the air, like a blooming flower.

However, each slash eventually landed on the ribbon, leaving not a single scratch where the blade passed.

But even so, Alina was still slowly retreating from the blow, and each slash did not break through the defenses, but it made her chest feel as if she had been hit with a heavy hammer, and the greater the retreat, the heavier the percussion feeling.

When the long-pent-up power fell, the ribbon shattered, and she was pushed far away with rapid force.

In the dust, she danced on tiptoe and effortlessly completed a coherent and smooth spin.

When she stopped her light and rhythmic steps, and her fingertips just condensed a little light, the magic around her suddenly disappeared, and the abrupt end of the spell made her caress her chest, trying to calm the pain caused by the backlash and internal injuries.

However, then her mind seemed to be entangled with thorny magic, causing her control of her body to come to a large pause.

"Monster ......"

Alina leaned back, the glowing tip of her sword brushing against her neck, leaving a tiny red streak.

"It's a saint!" Alice's figure stood out from the dust, her gaze was determined, her mouth refuted Alina's evaluation of her, and she swung the sword peak towards her neck again.

The elemental flow around her became extremely violent at the same time, making it impossible for Alinor to cast a decent spell normally.

Instead, Alice can mobilize the elements from time to time to condense into an exploding spark, or release a cluster of exploding ice spikes.

"You once told me that you wanted to reclaim the Shadow Demon in the name of Alice, but why do you keep emphasizing the identity of the Holy Maiden?"

Alina constantly stirred up her magic, aiding her dodging movements while interfering with the spell that struck.

Even when the situation is so urgent, her movements are still agile and fluid, without a hint of tiredness or confusion, and she can even make a playful joke.

"That's in front of Rogers, but I can be a saint if he wants!" Alice's lightsaber turned into a scythe, and she swirled the hilt so that it slammed into Alina's back.

However, this blow that was bound to hit in the intuition was deftly flashed by Alina's sideways, and it was just as far away as it was at the beginning.

"But you, a saint, don't seem to be very strong, can you really help Rogers?" Seeing that Alice had stopped attacking, Alina's eyebrows were slightly raised, and the corners of her mouth outlined a contemptuous arc.

An icy flame swayed from her palm, the color as white as her hair.

"Is the statute of limitations for the Demon Chaos bonus over? Really...... It's weaker than I imagined~" Alina's eyes were indifferent, revealing a disdain, and her tone was unabashedly provocative.

"Stronger intuition, and...... Fortunate? Or maybe I have an imperceptible bad luck in me, and that's the only way to explain what happened......"

Alice's eyes were focused and calm, and she didn't waver in any way from Alina's words, but just took a deep breath and commented slowly and softly.

As she moved slightly, the air flowed around her quickly, and the air around her seemed to resonate.

"Worthy of a holy woman." Alina's expression gradually became more cautious, she clenched the spark in her hand suddenly, and declared in a resolute tone: "It's a pity that in the fate I control, you have no hope of victory. ”

(End of chapter)