William had to endure boring battles for a long time after the first fight. He couldn't even understand how they could kill creatures. All of them were fighting, giving importance to poise, charisma, and nobility. In particular, he had seen a few noble-type youths wielding swords. They even bowed to each other!

He's constantly thinking, 'Boring, boring, boring, this is boring, this is boring.' He was thinking.

At one point he had fallen asleep without realizing it.

With the headmaster's attention on William for so long, he saw him fall asleep from boredom.

He knew this brat was strong, but he's napping in the arena had of course angered him. Yet there was nothing he could do. He feared that warning her in public would hurt her pride.

William woke up after a while. This is because the teacher said, “Number 66 and number 339!” he had shouted.

number 66 was the number on Merlon's chest, and he awoke.

William tapped him on the shoulder before Merlon excitedly walked onto the stage.

"Let me see you, my lion." Said.

After getting the gas from William, Merlon excitedly got up and walked into the arena. He walked to the gun rack without even looking at the opponent in front of him. He chose a short sword for himself.

When he got to the arena, he was surprised. He met an extremely beautiful girl, holding a short sword like hers, one hand behind his back, and her hair in a bun behind her. His eyes immediately gleamed with greed. He would have drooled in the middle of the arena if he wasn't embarrassed.

The beautiful girl spat on the ground in disgust. He never felt that he had to be kind to her.

Still, Merlon quickly wiped the greedy look from his eyes and asked. "I'm Merlon lady, what's your name?"

Again the girl replied with disgust on her face. “Layla,” she said.

“What a beautiful name, just like a flower.” Merlon tried to praise her.

But the girl was still angry. "It was my grandfather's name, idiot!" said. The anger on her face grew even more.

Merlon said to himself, 'Let me spit on your grandfather! Isn't that a flower?' he thought.

However, Teacher "Start!" He had to interrupt the conversation. The first to throw was the beautiful girl in front of him.

William found the battle of the two extremely entertaining. Laila's swordsmanship was perfect. She was using fire techniques. Her technique was one of the techniques he used to develop his execution sword. Small clusters of flames were constantly coming out of the sword.

Merlon, on the other hand, used techniques focused entirely on the water element. He felt that he was not falling behind in swordsmanship. As he wielded his sword, he was fluid like water.

After a few minutes of fighting, the fog began to form between the two. The mutual battle of water and fire gave rise to a thin fog of war. Sword clashing sounds continued from inside for another fifteen minutes, and then the sounds stopped. After a while, the wind shouted as it wiped the mist.

“Number 66 won!” said.

Merlon returned slowly and with a smiling face through the vanishing mist. The beautiful girl, on the other hand, was on one knee, breathing heavily. It was clear that she had lost on stamina.

“How was I?” said Merlon as he sat down.

William answered without looking at him. "Boring."

"Come on, we'll see you soon." Said.

After a while, it was as if he had predicted the future, and the teacher shouted William's number.

“Number 545 and number 501”

Yawning, William got up from his seat and walked into the arena without choosing any weapons.

When he got to his reserved spot in the arena, he lifted his head and looked at his opponent. He was at least two heads shorter than him, an angry-looking man with short black hair. It was average. He had chosen a short sword. William understood that the weapons here were all standard military weapons. So they didn't have fortified or special materials like their own sword.

After the two have taken their places, the teacher's "Start!" heard you say. William did not move. The youth opposite him gave a polite nobility and pointed the tip of his sword at William. 'Little brat looks like a poisonous snake!' he thought.

At that moment, the young man took action. He leaned forward, making a slashing motion across William's chest. “ Dingg !!!” William had activated his new technique, "William's body. " Although he felt that his own body could resist it without using a technique, he would die in one wrong move. So he used his technique as additional security.

The youth pulled back with slight pain. The hand holding the sword trembled. He thought that his opponent's body was as hard as a one-meter sheet of steel—more than that. Yet he did not give up. William realized that he was someone trying to get his strength to an iron level. He didn't want to move so he let it attack.

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The youth was constantly attacking from right to left, from his head to his feet, but the result was always the rebound of his sword. He even felt that his sword would break after his third strike. There was a small crack in the middle.

He realized that he would not be able to beat William. 'Sometimes you have to give up.' He thought and sighed. Then he shouted. "I surrender."

At the same time that he said he had surrendered, the teacher shouted. “545 won!”

William left the arena with his expression unchanged. It was a completely useless war. He could have humiliated the aggressive teenager to death, but he felt sorry for him. He had given his all.

Merlon, who was smiling at him, continued to watch the arena. Dozens of people fighting, but they all seemed boring to him. At some point, he realized that Leslie and Dullan were also looking at him and talking. They couldn't understand what they were saying because they couldn't lip-read. All of them would have to face each other during this competition. Unless they're eliminated before William.

The first lap went smoothly. Leslie and Dullan also won. The next round would of course be more difficult. Merlon's luck in particular was considered bad. An iron-level person had come before him and he had lost in a few minutes. However, the fact that he could only last a few minutes thanks to his swordsmanship showed that he had talent.

William, on the other hand, had a boring second round. As everyone applauded the fighters in the arena as they descended, all William got was silence.

Leslie and Dullan also advanced to the third round. It wasn't too difficult as they both advanced to the iron level.

Finally, a strange moment came for William. The teacher had given William and Dullan's number.

William walked into the arena with the same calmness.

Dullan, on the other hand, seemed to be a prisoner of his emotions. His face was as red as a volcano that could erupt at any moment. He chose a sword in one hand and a shield in the other. The bottom of the shield was pointed. It could also be used to attack.

He started talking as soon as he got into the arena.

“Today I will take the first step to avenge my father and kill you.” Said.

William didn't understand how he could talk about such a serious matter as revenge so easily, but he raised an eyebrow anyway and asked.

“Widow, are you sure you want to do this?” said. He had not chosen any weapon himself. His hands were empty.

Dullan calmly nodded and spoke. “As long as I have Gizmo blood in my veins, I'm sure of it. Get a gun!” yell.

"There's no need! Do you think it's even worth my use of a gun?" William smiled sarcastically. Still, he had to go into some mode since he could kill the person he called a friend after a while.

“I said buy it! Let it be a fair war!” Still, Dullan was persistent.

William didn't care. "Let me show you the difference between us by not using weapons." Said. He looked at the teacher.

The teacher confirmed that he did not want to choose a weapon and shouted. "Start!"

Although Dullan was angry that he hadn't chosen a weapon, he couldn't stop fighting. He immediately activated a technique from the element earth. His body glowed with a yellow light. This light also smeared his sword and shield. He was sure that if the light right now was not a brown-yellow light but a purely yellow-gold color, he would look like a holy knight. William thought that half the world was shown.

William wanted to crush Dullan completely! He was going to crush him completely so he could scare Leslie, who was watching smugly on the sidelines. Although Dullan had the potential to be a loyal soldier, he was very truthful. He couldn't stand his stupid pride.

William applied only the defensive technique. He didn't use his bloodline strength, he didn't use his movement technique, he just moved his feet at his normal pace. What the audience saw was that William was teleported. Dullan's vision was completely different. He had just activated his technique, trying to run, but right now a hand as big as a mountain that looked like it had five huge fingers were coming to his face.

It all happened so fast that he couldn't even blink. The hand held his head tightly. No matter what he did, he couldn't escape it. His vision was also blocked by the hand. He could only see William's feet.

He then heard William's voice in his ears. “Are you going to take revenge with this much power? my ass!”

Dullan exploded in anger. He swung his sword and shield at the same time, though he couldn't see William. But all he could hear was “ Dingg !!” had a voice. It was as if he was trying to cut an iron pillar.

William let it flounder for a minute, then got bored. His left hand was holding Dullan 's head. He grabbed the shield with his right hand and threw it aside. Then he let go of his left hand and grabbed Dullan by the left shoulder. He then joined both hands and lifted Dullan . He shook a dog a little as if he were holding it by the tail. He later left.

Widows were at least thirty meters in the air and then dragged on the ground for another twenty meters. It was not known whether he was dead or unconscious. Several people quickly rushed to his aid. A teacher approached William after examining Dullan . He extended his hand.

"Aren't you going to give it away?" said.

William was surprised. Looking at his right hand, he saw that Dullan's arm, which had been severed from his shoulder, was in his hand. He then gave it to the teacher with a smile. "Well, I'm sorry." Said.

“ Hmph !” The teacher angrily took the arm and ran to Dullan .

“545 won!” At that moment, the supervising teacher shouted.

looked at Leslie with a mocking smile as he descended from the arena. The real person he wanted to scare away by doing this was Leslie.

Leslie had rushed to Dullan 's side. Seeing William's mocking gaze, he wanted to cry, but he couldn't. Dullan was doing well. It would heal in a few months. The only problem was his arm. He couldn't hold a heavy shield after that. He could tell it was a warning from William. His 'Shield is very fragile.' He thought he meant it.

Dullan is taken away, his face darkly. There was nothing he could do for now.

William returned to his seat. He was unaware of Leslie's thoughts. It wasn't even his intention to hurt Dullan. He just wanted to do something cool. He thought it would be nice to shake it and throw it. The severed arm was unexpected. He hadn't even noticed. Still, if he knew Leslie's thoughts, 'you thought well. Well done." He said.

Merlon, on the other hand, oscillated between very different moods. He thought William was too cruel.

"Why did you do this?" he asked. He couldn't stand it.

"Would you believe me if I told you I didn't do it on purpose?" he replied.

“I believe it.” Said. Then he thought of something and continued. “You were always saying that you were too strong. It's our fault for not believing." Said.

"Yup. I even acted lightly because he was my friend. Otherwise, they might be digging him out of the ground right now.” He said smiling.

“Yeah, whatever. Please leave Leslie in one piece.” Merlon's expression was thoughtful. It was as if a wolf had devoured him, but he could not speak.

William smiled sarcastically. “Don't worry, his life is mine. After all, I paid a lot of money.” Said. He still had in mind the two full sets of armor and weapons he had given Leslie. He knew these items were very expensive. Maybe his father and grandfather could have won this war just because they had these items. He understood that it was like a turning point. Going further, it could even be lifesaving. 'I wonder what they're doing?' he thought.

Meanwhile, the principal was looking thoughtfully at William. He was torn between whether this boy was too cruel or too stupid to control himself. As a gold rank person, he had already determined the winner of the competition in his mind.

It was William who had just cut off an arm, but he didn't know whether to take him as a student or not. 'Anyway, I'll think about it later.' He closed the issue in his head.