The announcer's voice echoed across the stadium, raising the excitent of the crowd.
"The mont you've all been waiting for! The 45 remaining students will compete in the next round!"
The audience erupted into cheers, the energy in the air electric.
"However!" the announcer continued, building the suspense. "One student will be excluded from this round, advancing directly to the next stage—the kingdom's very own Princess Kliatana!"
The crowd clapped politely, and murmurs spread through the arena as the princess waved gracefully from her seat in the royal box, surrounded by her personal maids and guards.
"And now, let's give a round of applause for our next contestants!"
The audience leaned forward in anticipation as the announcer gestured grandly. "From Class B! The daughter of Duke Harbor's household! The radiant, the talented—ATHIA GAZ HARBOR!"
Athia stepped into the arena with poise and grace, her long, flowing robes embroidered with her family crest. She smiled sweetly at the crowd, waving with confidence that matched her noble status.
"Versus... the youngest son of Count Armand's household! The one and only—JAVIER DE ARMAND!"
The crowd buzzed with curiosity, rembering Javier's unusual victories in the previous rounds. As his na echoed through the arena, Javier casually strolled in, still munching on a piece of roasted at.
Athia smiled brightly at him, her tone polite and sincere. "Let's hope the best wins," she said, radiating charm and grace.
Javier barely glanced at her. "Oh... okay," he replied through a mouthful of at, his voice muffled as he continued chewing. "Munch... munch..."
The audience fell silent for a mont, stunned by the clear difference between the two competitors. Laughter erupted from so sections while others whispered in disbelief.
The announcer quickly recovered, raising his voice again. "Are you all ready!?"
The crowd cheered once more, their excitent filling the arena as the tension between the two contestants grew.
As the referee shouted, "Begin!" Athia wasted no ti.
"Fast Cast: Fireball!" she chanted swiftly, a glowing sphere of fla forming in her hand before she hurled it directly at Javier.
Javier lazily side-stepped the attack, the fireball whizzing past him harmlessly. Without missing a beat, he reached into his pocket, pulled out several sticks, and tossed them into the flas left by the spell.
The crowd gasped in confusion as Javier squatted down, rubbing his hands together as he pulled out a piece of at from his storage and placed it over the makeshift fire. Continue your journey with My Virtual Library Empire
"Geez, thank you, beautiful," he said with a smirk, waving the smoky aroma toward himself.
"Whaaa!?" Athia's eyes widened, her face a mix of shock and disbelief. "What are you even doing!?"
"Cooking, obviously," Javier replied casually, poking the at to check if it was sizzling properly. "This is great timing. I was just hungry again."
"Ugh!" Athia's polite deanor faltered as she launched another spell. "Fast Cast: Wind Blades!"
Jagged arcs of wind surged toward Javier, but he casually rolled backward, landing back into a squat near his sizzling al.
"Whoa, easy there, beautiful," he said, grinning as he reached for a seasoning pouch from his storage and sprinkled spices onto the grilling at. "Chill out. You'll ruin the fire."
The crowd burst into laughter and incredulous whispers as Athia stared at him, her hands glowing with magic, clearly flustered. The announcer, struggling to keep his composure, exclaid, "What a bizarre turn of events! Javier De Armand is... cooking!?"
Athia stomped her foot, her face flushed. "Stop playing around and fight properly!"
"But I am fighting," Javier said with a smirk, holding up a perfectly grilled skewer of at. "This is strategy. You're the one wasting energy."
The crowd roared with laughter, and even so nobles in the royal section couldn't help but chuckle at Javier's antics. anwhile, Athia fud, determined to wipe that smirk off his face.
Athia gritted her teeth, her hands glowing with magic as she launched several spells at once. "Fast Cast: Fireball! Wind Blades! Ice Shards!"
The crowd erupted into cheers as the arena lit up with colorful magic. Each spell flew toward Javier, who casually dodged them with minimal effort, his movents smooth and easy.
"Wow..." Javier said, his eyes glinting with interest as he sidestepped another fireball. "You're good. But I have to ask... why are you in Class B? Most of the students in Class A can't even cast that fast."
Athia's calm deanor faltered as she stomped her foot, her face flushed with frustration and embarrassnt. "Ugh! Don't just dodge! Fight head-on!"
Javier grinned, scratching the back of his head. "Err... no."
"No!?" Athia exclaid, shocked. "Why not!?"
"Because this is more fun," Javier replied with a shrug, sidestepping yet another spell. "Besides, look at you! All serious and huffy. It's entertaining."
The crowd burst into laughter, so cheering for Javier while others supported Athia, wanting her to teach him a lesson.
"Stop playing around!" Athia shouted, casting another flurry of spells as her frustration grew with each missed attack.
"Ehehe," Javier chuckled, hands in his pockets as he effortlessly dodged again. "You're really going all out, huh?"
Athia's determination only grew as she glared at Javier. "Fine! If you won't take this seriously, I'll make you!"
Her frustration boiled over, and her magic surged around her. "Physical Boost! Fast Casting! Magic Boost!" she chanted, activating her skills in quick succession.
The crowd roared as her aura intensified, flas swirling around her hands. With a determined shout, she dashed toward Javier, her speed almost blinding.
"Whoa!! Girl... don't be that mad!" Javier said with a wide grin, easily dodging her fiery strike at the last second.
Athia's flas scorched the ground where Javier had stood monts before, but she didn't back down. Twisting her body, she launched another fiery punch through the air.
Javier spun to the side, laughing as he avoided her relentless attacks. "Co on, beautiful! You're gonna tire yourself out at this rate!"
"Stop evading and fight properly!" Athia shouted, her voice a mix of anger and determination.
"No way!" Javier teased, his grin still in place. He leaned slightly to dodge another fla-enhanced punch, casually reaching into his pocket to grab a piece of at and take a bite. "Mmm... this is good stuff. Want so?"
"Ugh!!!" Athia's frustration peaked as she poured more energy into her strikes, intent on landing at least one hit.
The crowd was on the edge of their seats, equally amused and amazed by Javier's effortless evasion and Athia's relentless drive. The announcer, clearly excited, shouted, "An intense clash of speed and strategy! Will Athia's fiery determination break through Javier's calm deanor?"
Athia narrowed her eyes. "Calm or not, I'll make you take seriously!" she declared, her flas roaring brighter as she prepared her next move. anwhile, Javier's grin only grew wider, clearly enjoying the chaos she brought to the arena.
"Are you scared of a girl!?" Athia shouted, her flas flaring brighter as she dashed toward Javier with another strike.
Javier lazily ducked under her attack, munching on a piece of bread he had casually pulled from his pocket. "No..." he replied, his voice calm and teasing as he took another bite mid-dodge. "Why should I be scared? You're cute."
"Wha!?" Athia stumbled slightly, her fiery aura flickering for a mont as her cheeks turned pink.
"Ehehe, you heard ," Javier grinned, stepping to the side to avoid another strike. "You're cute, but you're way too mad. Chill out a bit. You'll tire yourself out before this fight gets interesting."
The crowd erupted into laughter and cheers, the unexpected mont fueling their excitent. Athia's face reddened even more, but her determination didn't waver.
"Cute or not, I'm still going to win!" she shouted, channeling her magic into another series of attacks.
Javier chuckled, effortlessly dodging again while waving his half-eaten bread at her. "Sure, sure. Just don't overdo it, beautiful. I'd hate for you to lose because you got too worked up."
"Argh!!" Athia's frustration grew, her strikes becoming faster and more precise. The audience watched in awe and amusent as the clash between her fiery determination and Javier's carefree evasion continued, with neither side backing down.
( End of Chapter )
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