With widened eyes and a slightly opened mouth.

Ms. Rebecca stared at the dark-skinned man with an expressionless face at the ground below.

"Wha..."

She could not believe what she had just seen.

He had won in a way she did not expect.

A small smile formed on her face as she remembered the last seconds of the match.

Troi who was clearly exhausted and weakened had resorted to using his longsword to keep his face from meeting the ground.

When she saw that situation before her eyes, the embers of hope inside her were blown out by a breeze.

With barely any strength left within his body, he couldn't even raise his head.

Then she heard heavy footsteps treading the concrete floor.

The bulky man from Class- A did not waste a single second,

Charging immediately at Troi,

He condensed all of his aura within the steel in his long zweihander.

He was eager to land the final strike that would end this match to reclaim his wounded pride.

Ms. Rebecca let out a sigh.

Her student demonstrated great technique and proper form throughout the match.

To the point that he was even able to overpower his opponent without sharpening nor hardening his aura.

But it seems he had used every ounce of his strength in the process.

Seeing her student not moving an inch as the bulky man got closer and closer.

She had thought that her student had accepted his fate.

But instead of being angry like all the other losses her class had suffered.

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A tint of respect was in her mind as the student below her clearly showed effort and training.

'I should give him some tips on controlling aura after this.'

And finally,

The bulky man had reached her student.

A deafening noise echoed within the arena.

It was the sound of something shattering.

But Ms. Rebecca's eyes widened when she noticed the sound was not that of glass.

In the blink of an eye, Troi stood up and met the oncoming blade with his own.

And the aftermath was the sound of metal fragments clattering on the concrete ground.

For a fleeting moment,

Silence encumbered the arena.

Then dozens of cheers erupted from the left side of the colosseum.

"TROI!!!!"

"LETS GOOOOO!"

The bulky man fell to his knees trying his best to pick up the remains of his blade.

And as Ms. Rebecca looked back at her student.

He merely stood there with no joy nor glee apparent on his face.

An interest had sparked within Rebecca's mind.

It was normal for a student who trained beyond his limits to celebrate after seeing his efforts come to fruition.

Especially Troi, who she had known lacked any way to sharpen nor strengthen his blue aura.

Yet the student below her could care less for the crowd and their cheers.

"Vi-Victor Troi Leobrera!," Ms. Miranda could not hide the shock in her voice.

"How the hell?' But the most shocked of them all was Instructor Carn.

The enhancement potion he had bought cost him almost all of his money and was made by a renowned A-Class Alchemist.

He had to pull a lot of strings to obtain it and that man was able to break it.

'Who the hell is that student?'

Troi turned around while gently storing his longsword within his wrist and with light steps made his way back onto his seat.

As he went up the stairs.

"Good sh*t, man!."

"Well done!"

"Troi! The Swordbreaker!,"

His fellow students complimented him at every corner.

Yet Troi inside his mind was desperately trying to find a way out.

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F*ck.......

'It's fine right, It's not like those damned heroines or villains would pay attention to me just because I won a combat duel right?'

'Yeah, there was no way,'

"Good job Troi!," A cheerful voice was picked up in his ears.

As he turns his head toward the direction where it came from.

A girl with violet hair wearing a wide grin met his gaze.

It was one of the heroines of the novel, Xayah Vienna.

Beside her was the protagonist, Reynold with blonde hair was giving him a thumbs up.

'Yeah, no, I'm f*cked,'

Out of courtesy, he nodded at them and continued to make his way back to his seat.

'If not for this f*cking aura,"

[I had never seen a human feel so down when achieving such a flawless victory]

Ignoring the voice of Theos in his mind he let out multiple sighs before finally reaching his seat.

"Nicely done," Wyatt immediately complimented him.

"Let's go, man!" Kyle was the next.

"Don't go stealing all the spotlight now," whilst Mark slightly teased him.

"Thanks, guys," Resting his weary body on the seat.

Troi inwardly wished that this day would end quickly.