"You!!! Filthy bastard!!"

Miyuki's voice was thick with rage as his fist trembled at his side.

His face flushed red with fury, veins throbbing across his forehead.

"I will make you regret ever looking down on me!"

He shouted, eyes blazing with determination.

With a sharp movement, he raised his hand high, calling upon the wind.

The air around him stirred violently, a wild vortex forming as he channeled his magic.

The intensity of the wind swirled around him, almost as if nature itself was bowing to his will.

"The flow of wind, hear my call, and become one with me!"

Miyuki commanded, his voice full of intensity.

The winds around him spiraled, transforming into two deadly tornadoes that wound themselves tightly around his fist, growing larger and more powerful by the second.

The crowd gasped as they realized what he was about to unleash.

"I-it's a lower Intermediate level magic!!"

A murmur spread through the arena, with everyone shocked at the strength of the attack.

Miyuki's eyes glinted with pride as he swung his arm forward.

"TORNADO TWIST FIST!!"

With a roar, he launched his tornado-fisted punch directly at Rajin.

The force behind it was so immense that it seemed to distort the very air in front of him.

Miyuki's heart raced with the certainty that this would be enough to break Rajin's arrogance.

"You're going to regret this, Rajin!"

He muttered under his breath, thinking victory was within his grasp.

However, Rajin remained calm, his eyes locked onto Miyuki's every move, unflinching.

He didn't even budge as the powerful tornado rushed toward him.

Whoosh!

A sudden hush fell over the arena as the attack collided.

Everyone watched in disbelief. The tornado's force should have ripped through Rajin's defense, but it didn't.

Miyuki's attack was blocked—by a single hand.

"Did... did he just block an Intermediate level magic attack with his bare hand?"

One of the onlookers whispered in shock.

The crowd was stunned into silence.

They'd heard legends of Rajin's strength, but witnessing it firsthand was on an entirely different level.

Even the teachers, including Shinju Hayato and Shigeru, exchanged astonished looks.

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They had heard stories of Rajin's training and past feats, but seeing his power in person was mind-blowing.

Rajin's smirk grew wider as he tightened his grip around Miyuki's arm, effortlessly stopping the tornado-fueled punch.

With a single motion, he tossed Miyuki aside like a ragdoll, sending him crashing to the ground.

"You still have two more strikes left,"

Rajin taunted, his voice low and mocking.

"Hurry up, before I crush you."

Miyuki, shaken but fueled by his growing anger, pushed himself up from the ground.

His pride stung, but his desire for revenge burned brighter.

With an almost frantic speed, he raised both arms into the air.

The wind around him began to swirl once again, this time even more violently than before. His magic surged, the power within him growing.

The crowd gasped as Miyuki's body became enveloped in a massive storm of swirling winds.

His body was consumed by the swirling vortex, and the air around him began to tremble from the sheer intensity.

"This is my last chance!"

Miyuki shouted, his voice almost unrecognizable with rage.

"Twisted Cyclone Storm!"

The powerful tornado surrounding his body shot forward, growing in size and intensity. It spun toward Rajin, tearing up the battlefield as it moved.

The raw force of the storm tore apart the ground, uprooting everything in its path.

"H-How can he use Upper Intermediate level magic at this age?" someone in the crowd gasped.

Miyuki's eyes were filled with bloodlust as he watched the storm head toward Rajin.

He could feel the pressure of the magic coursing through him, and he smiled to himself, thinking,

(This is it. You're finished, Rajin.)

The tornado roared forward, its destructive power rushing toward Rajin like a freight train.

It engulfed him whole, the cyclone twisting around him, and for a moment, the crowd held their breath, unsure of what would happen.

(Is Rajin going to survive this?)

But then, to everyone's shock, the tornado started to fade.

The winds around Rajin seemed to have no effect on him.

Slowly, the storm dissipated, and there stood Rajin, completely unharmed.

Miyuki's jaw dropped in disbelief. His knees began to shake as sweat drenched his face.

(H-He's still standing!? How!?)

Rajin was standing calmly, his expression unbothered as if the powerful storm had been nothing more than a light breeze.

Miyuki's fear began to take over. He couldn't comprehend what he was seeing.

"How is this possible?"

Miyuki thought, trembling. How could anyone withstand the power of an Upper Intermediate level attack?

Rajin's mocking grin remained. He stepped toward Miyuki, his footsteps slow and deliberate.

"One strike left, and you still haven't learned. Is that really all you've got?"

Rajin taunted, his voice dripping with disdain.

Miyuki could hardly breathe. His body was frozen in terror, his entire being consumed with the realization that he couldn't win.

"I-I forfeit!"

Miyuki cried out in a voice laced with desperation.

"I can't fight this monster!"

Rajin tilted his head slightly, the smile still lingering on his face.

"I see… So it's my turn now?"

Rajin moved with terrifying speed, closing the distance between them in an instant.

"I forfeit!! Please don't—" Miyuki tried to plead, but the words caught in his throat as Rajin's fist struck him.

Miyuki barely had time to react before he was sent flying through the air, the impact knocking the wind out of him.

Miyuki's body slammed into the ground, and he lay there, dazed, blood spilling from his mouth.

The entire arena fell into stunned silence.

Rajin had taken down his opponent with a single strike, leaving the crowd speechless.

Miyuki's teammates rushed to his side, frantic with worry.

He was barely conscious, his body battered and broken.

The chief commander, Tomoki Naoto, looked at the defeated Miyuki and then back at Rajin, who had returned to his seat, still smirking as if the fight had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

"Well, I guess the match is over," Rajin muttered, casually.

The announcer, his voice shaking, finally broke the silence.

"The first match of Battle One goes to Kurata Rajin of the Fourth Division!"

The arena erupted in stunned murmurs, but the atmosphere was thick with tension.

Rajin's performance had shattered any illusions about the Fourth Division's power. The crowd couldn't believe their eyes.

Shinju Hayato, who had been watching closely, nodded silently in approval, though his expression remained unreadable.

Ryuu stared at Rajin, his eyes filled with disgust.

(This guy... He's nothing but sarcasm and arrogance wrapped in power)

Ryuu thought, his fists clenched at his sides.

Ryoko stood beside him, her face cold, her eyes narrowed in disdain.

This... isn't just strength. It's cruelty, she thought, the disgust clear in her gaze.

"The second match will begin in ten minutes," the chief announced, his voice steady, but the tension in the air was palpable.

"The students for the second match, please enter the battlefield.".....