When William heard that he would be the first to fight, he immediately stood up. The sooner today ends, the better. He had to leave early for his later business.

He quickly stepped into the arena, not choosing any weapon for himself. He stood on the little circle and watched Leylin idly walking towards him.

'What is this boy doing? Is he trying to exert psychological pressure?' He had seen the glint of intelligence in Leylin's eyes. His slanted eyes gave the impression that he was a snake. Like a poisonous snake, he was not in a hurry to hunt, he was trying to catch the right time.

He was sure that if William had a watch on his wrist right now, he would be staring at him constantly. He looked up at the sky for a few seconds. He saw Leylin just take a step up the stairs.

He couldn't take it anymore and shouted, accumulating qi in his mouth.

“Get your damn ass here!”

The entire arena was filled with the sound of the crowd, but hearing this sound created by William and his vast qi, they had to cover their ears. Moreover, as Leylin was the focus of this voice, he was stunned, almost taking the wrong step and falling. Looking up at his opponent, he met William's angry face. A deep fear began to form in him. He knew his opponent was strong, but he didn't think that just shouting would bring him to the point of peeing.

Still, he calmed himself down and continued walking slowly. It was as if William had just called, not her, but someone else. This indifference infuriated William even more. All he wanted to do right now was to separate the boy's head from his body. It was the first time since he had come to this world that he was so angry.

William also calmed down and turned his head to the referee teacher.

"Can't we start before he comes?"

He shook his head, not being a teacher.

William asked again as if he had thought of something. "Do you mind if I kill him?"

Meanwhile, his keen sense felt a killing intent directed at him when he asked this question. Turning his head to the source of his killing intent, he saw a middle-aged man with a crow's nose and slanted eyes, sitting in the teacher's chair, frowning at him.

'Good thing he didn't take his nose from him.' he thought. The man was very ugly, but he was still a strong teacher who had reached the silver level. He'd probably heard what he said about Leylin. He thought it was his son or grandson. He wasn't very confident about the silver level for now so he turned his head to the referee teacher with a small smile. He saw her shaking her head again in the negative and with a slightly darkened face.

"Okay it was just a joke but that doesn't mean I won't beat him up." He said with a mocking smile. While smiling, he did not neglect to glance at the teacher who had a possible connection with Leylin from the corner of his eyes.

Meanwhile, Leylin had finally stepped into the arena where he needed to be. He had a thin short sword in his hand. He gave a noble salute with one hand behind his back. William folded his arms across his chest and angrily responded to her greeting. Then the referee looked at the teacher.

The referee teacher looked at the two of them and nodded, then raised his hands in the air. Meanwhile, William felt that killing intent again. When he looked again at the teacher in the audience seat, he saw that he was smiling sarcastically. 'Is he sure he will win?' he thought. Still, he kept that sly look in mind and looked at Leylin across from him.

The referee teacher said, “Start!” yell.

Before William, Leylin acted immediately. He jumped back a few meters with a step. Then he slammed both hands on the ground with his palms facing down. There were small holes in some parts of the arena. This was designed to allow the spilled blood to go away easily, but this time, white smoke started coming out of these holes. When William took a closer look, he realized that it wasn't smoke, but a technique created with Leylin's talent, the element of water and ice. There were also useful techniques like this one that provided area control. William did not even look at them, for he valued individuality.

The duo quickly disappeared from the arena. The vast majority of the audience could not see anything. Only silver level and higher teachers could easily see the duo. Leylin was quickly lost in the fog, zigzagging left and right, approaching William. His steps were extremely quiet. It was no different from a snake.

Leylin quickly came across William. He aimed his slender short sword at William's heart. 'Good luck in your next life.' He was saying. But what he didn't expect was William's scowl and calm eyes staring at him as he held out the sword. Leylin was so scared of these eyes. He wanted to turn and flee behind him but realized that William was already holding his sword and he couldn't pull it back.

Quickly 'I Surrender!' he felt William's huge hand on his cheek. William had already taken the sword out of Leylin's hand and held it in his left hand so that Leylin wouldn't fly away. Leylin could not be swept away. He returned to William's hand.

William saw that he had just lost five teeth, but he didn't care. This time he changed hands. He slapped him with his left hand, holding it with his right hand. On the contrary, it was a perfect shot. There were five huge fingerprints on both cheeks. These weren't red marks, they were purple.

Even though the audience couldn't see it, they could hear the slaps coming from the fog.

Various arguments were swirling between them.

"Hey! Have you heard?" said one of the youths to the one next to him.

The other youth must not have heard "What?" he replied.

“That slap! Look, listen carefully!”

“ Pa!Pa !Pa !”

"Ah! Yes, I've heard it now."

“I think that arrogant William William is getting beaten up. I want to see your face when you come out."

The other youth opposed him. "I do not think so! I think William is beating because Leylin would have killed him straight away. The whole academy knows how cruel he is!” said.

“You're right, but isn't he just avenging the shout before the fight? After all, he may have felt belittled and wanted to teach him a lesson.”

"Of course! Possible. Anyway, we'll see soon."

At this time, when the eyes turned to the teachers, the face of the crow-nosed teacher was dark, although most of them were smiling. It was as if he wanted to find a hole and jump into it.

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Meanwhile, the sounds of slaps continued to come from the fog.

“ Pa! Pa !Pa!Pa!Pa !”

William looked at the unrecognizable youth across from him and gave a satisfied smile. Then the referee looked at the teacher and nodded. The referee teacher was helpless. After all, Leylin didn't say 'I surrender'. So all he could do was wait until William was satisfied.

The teacher shouted while waving his hand. “William won!”

The fog in the arena dissipated as the teacher waved his hand. The audience saw William walking to his seat and Leylin lying unrecognizable on the floor. The fight between the two was short-lived. He could be considered one of the shortest, but the damage he inflicted was greater than any of them.

turned out, Leylin did not have a good tooth left. There was no magic or anything like that in this world that could grow teeth for now. There were only such things as dentures, and they were also very expensive. William looked forward to the day when he would see a gold-toothed Leylin before him. It would be exciting to pull his teeth out again.

That's why William had been taking care of every single one of his teeth ever since his first tooth erupted. Any bruise would drag him down morally.

A teacher quickly went to Leylin and examined him. He then muttered something, smiling towards the Crow-nosed teacher. He conveyed with a little technique that he was fine, that there was no need to worry.

Willam hadn't learned this technique yet because he didn't even know about it. It was a sound transmission technique that only silver level and above could apply. It was very simple, but you had to remove Qi from the body, and only silver-level people could do that.

After Leylin was quickly removed from the arena, it was Leslie and Samyrna's turn. William was also curious about the fight between these two. Because he wanted to see how someone who uses the plant element can go against someone who uses the light element.

Samyrna had her usual smile on her face again. Leslie, on the other hand, wore the sullen face he had been glad to wear for a long time. The two of them walked into the arena at a normal pace. When they take their places, the referee teacher's "Start!" he was heard shouting.

Leslie gathered the element of light in his body and turned himself into a floor lamp. He started to illuminate the already bright arena more strongly with his light. He acted quickly. The light element didn't add much to his speed for now, but his hits could be burning and powerful. As he ran, he drew his sword and raised it above his head with both hands. When he came in front of Samyrna, he swung his sword downwards with a powerful slashing motion.

Samyrna had not been idle during this time. As soon as Leslie moved, she raised her short sword and shield and frowned, activating her technique. Her body began to glow like a goddess with a green light. The green light he emitted was stronger than Leslie's yellow-white holy light. But this light was only affecting his own body. He hadn't used it on his sword like Leslie. He met the first attack with his shield.

“ Dingg !!”

From where he sat, William could see that they were both equally armed. They were not as expensive as his own. They were only apprentice-level weapons. But it was still enough to damage each other.

Leslie's first attack kicked back from Samyrna's shield, he immediately straightened her stance and continued with a flanking slash. But he couldn't get past Samyrna's shield no matter what he did. The shield was strong enough and Samyrna strong enough to hold it.

Worse yet, Samyrna was unable to respond, even though she was holding a short sword in her right hand. This was because Leslie was constantly pushing her on the defensive. There seemed to be dozens of opportunities so far, but with one misstep, she could encounter the edge of Leslie's two-handed sword.

In the end, Leslie was the first to give up. He took a few steps back and applied a technique. This technique was called “Lightfall”. The shine on his sword increased even more. The sword grew several feet long.

He attacked again. This time his attacks were more brutal. As the sword got longer, Leslie raised his sword as soon as Samyrna met him with the shield, and the tip of the sword he extended with his technique was cutting Samyrna's shoulder. He wasn't seriously injured yet, but still, there was no way he could erase the momentary pain he felt. It was sure to give some clarification eventually.

Samyrna was not particularly worried about the wounds, for the bruises stopped bleeding after a few seconds and began to heal immediately. This was an effect of his technique using the plant element. This time it was Samyrna who retreated. He tried to thrust his sword into the hard ground, but what he was sorry for was that the ground was too hard for his sword to pierce deeply. Only a few inches of the tip went in. Still, he set his technique in motion.

This technique was called "sword thorn". It was a technique that normally required the full thrust of the sword. It was a technique created using the earthly plant element. Since Samyrna could only pierce the tip, only vaguely small thorns formed on the tip of her sword. But he used another technique for his shield. This technique was called "sticky thorn". Samyrna was not at all hopeful about this technique because she felt that Leslie was too strong to care about these sticky spines.

Thorns smaller than those of his sword but appearing to be covered in saliva appeared on his shield.

Leslie had not been idle during this time. He had set his techniques in motion. The first of these was "burning light", one of the most common light techniques. People close to the person using it would immediately start to feel great pain in their skin and especially in their eyes. He was very effective in long fights. As long as he could hold out, the enemy couldn't get close enough to him. The second technique he used was "Light armor". This technique created a layer of protection on the skin just like the metal element, but it was more mysterious than the metal element. Because it formed a layer of armor outside the skin. That's why people who used the light and dark elements were so rare and talented.

After that, the expectation among the audience gradually decreased. For Samyrna had nothing left to do. All he could do was fight patiently and wait for a deficit, but they both knew that openness would never happen. From there, the fight between the two turned into an endurance game.

Twenty minutes later and hundreds of shots later, the winner finally emerged. Finally, Samyrna couldn't take it anymore and fell from one of the pebbles breaking from the ground and exhaustion from her. He sat on the floor, panting, barely on his knees. Leslie wasn't in great shape either, but he wasn't at a disadvantage either. At least he was still standing and holding his sword. The battle ended with Samyra's angelic and tired voice.

"I surrender!" “ Hufff —” “ Pufff —”

Leslie thanked her like a gentleman. “Thank you for this beautiful war. Huff — Puff —” he said. He was also out of breath.

Samyrna could only smile. She was obviously disappointed. She was very hopeful while participating in this competition. She knew that she was one of the few who had entered the iron level. So the odds of winning were much higher than usual. Yet she had lost to someone of the same level. Finally, she turned to his right and looked at William. Then she turned his head again to look at Leslie. After a while, she would have rested as she stood up and walked out of the arena. She spoke as he passed Leslie. “I certainly wouldn't be first, but third place is better than second place.” Said. She had deliberately said that to Leslie.

It was a provocation because she could sense that Leslie was a little angry with William. After seeing William's abilities as a realist, Leslie had little confidence that he would win. His last fight didn't even seem likely for Leslie to win unless some mishap or element of luck intervened.

On the other hand, William had completely heard what she had said. He gave a faint smile and internally praised Samyrna for her honesty.

'This is how a true warrior should be.' He shook his head.

The referee teacher was happy that there were no mishaps. “Leslie Won!” yell.

In the arena, applause immediately began to spread like an apocalypse. Perhaps Leslie's prestige as a prince was in the skies.

“Tomorrow's war is between Leslie and William! First-place battle!” Yell.

This time there was no applause or cheering. The arena seemed to split in two. Most of the teachers, veteran warriors, were certain that William would win. Even newly recruited students and slightly older students less inexperienced in warfare supported Leslie.

The seasoned folks who knew William would win looked at Leslie and nodded. William was like an iron mountain standing in the middle of the arena right now. It was engraved in their minds as impassable. First place was William's, unless trickery or luck was involved.

Everyone slowly started to leave. William was among the first to leave. He wanted to return to his room as soon as possible and continue his meditation. Though the meditation he was doing now was of little, if any, benefit to him. He needed that spirit fountain again for his cultivation.

He knew that after seven drops it would be harder. He didn't know how many drops his limit was, but he currently had more than twice the spiritual strength of a peak iron rank warrior. The only difference with the bronze level was the quality of the qi. For now, there was no way he could increase that quality. However, right now, this strength was enough for him. As long as those at the teacher level didn't interfere, he could feel that he was invincible. With enough spiritual strength at the moment, he could use his sword and techniques more.

As the exciting days awaited him, he sat down and began to meditate.