Chapter 1319: The Match Ups (Part 1)
Redrick wasted no time, as the assessment looked like it would begin there and then. Each of the classes were taken outside onto the large grounds at the back.
It was similar to the assessment field that they had used, only this was around twelve times the size, expanding far and wide in both directions.
What the students from Class A noticed was that the other areas had students coming out as well, but they were spread far and wide apart.
“I guess all of the assessments are happening at the same time then,” Beatrix said as she let out a large breath. “You know, I’m kind of nervous. This is what we came to the academy for, right? Everything that we built up was for this moment.”
“We’ll be fine. This one is twenty students, that’s a little under half. We’ll definitely be in. It’s the next one,” Liam commented, which was actually true.
When the other students got to their location, the teachers started to change the terrain with their earth abilities.
A stand was built in front, and a round wall was placed around, making it a miniature stadium while also blocking the view from outside of the students in the other classes.
Then standing in front of them, was Redrick, Panla, Luka, and there was also Wilton himself—the principal.
The top teachers of the school were in front of them, making everyone just that little more nervous.
This was because the other assessments that were taking place weren’t for the same reasons as Class A.
Only those from Class A would be trying out for the Cultural Exchange. During their time at the academy, they saw a few students who were considered in last place during teachers’ observations leave Class A, and others join in.
Constantly throughout the year, the teachers seemed to be making assessments till this point.
The other assessments the others were taking were just to determine their level of strength and progress. The real important matter was here in front of them.
“Everyone, make your way to the stands!” Redrick shouted. “Remember what I said—that not everything is about winning. Even if you lose your fight, there is still a chance that you will be selected.
“So you have to show us everything you have. Don’t hold back. The teachers, Panla, and myself will be standing by the side.
“If any spell is used, or we feel that the fight has gotten too dangerous, then we will end up intervening in the fight. There has never in the history of our academy been a death during these incidents, so I can assure you—you can trust us!
“Now make your way to the stands and wait to be called forward!”
All of the students were sitting next to each other and were eagerly waiting. Part of the reason they were nervous was because they had no idea who they were to go up against.
Depending on who they fought, it would mean whether they were able to show off their skills or not. Some would look better than others.
Then there were those that would also have advantages over others during the fight as well, based on what element they were better at.
Right on the ground, a table had been set up along with chairs, and the three teachers and principal were sitting down.
In front of them was a large jumping bowl with circular spirit balls. They were swirling and constantly moving about, each one representing the students.
“Alright, first up, we have Moze!” Wilton called out.
Hearing his name, Moze stood up and smiled, almost waving to the crowd.
“Are you an idiot? We’re not your fans, we’re your classmates,” Yolden shouted. “We know who you are. You’re not a celebrity.”
The students were quite excited about this. Hearing Moze—the fifth-ranked student—they were bound to see a good fight that went ahead.
Although, now everyone was thinking the same thing—well, almost everyone. They didn’t wish to be selected because they didn’t want to go up against one of the top students.
Another ball was selected out by the principal.
“Raze!” Wilton declared.
There was silence among the students for a moment, and right after, several whispers and turned heads.
“Wait, did he really call my name?” Raze asked.
“Right? I was surprised as well,” Liam said. “I mean like, shouldn’t you be last or something? You know—everyone shows their powers, and then we anticipate something, and you come right out of the gate showing something that just blows everyone’s minds.
“If you’re first, then everything we do will just look so… boring,” Liam commented.
Either way, Raze couldn’t change the lot of the draw. Well, maybe he could have with his magic, but he just never expected to be the first person picked, so he stood up.
“We’re really going to see Raze straight away?” Chiba said. “Moze stands absolutely no chance, right?”
“I have to agree. After being with Raze for so long, it feels like he’s so far ahead of us,” Yolden asked. “If there was one student I wouldn’t want to go up against—it’s Raze.”
“Sorry, Piba,” Yolden said.
“Oh no, don’t worry,” Piba, the number one student, smiling, said. “I think what you said is the truth. I wouldn’t want to go up against him either, but I hope Moze can at least bring out something new.”
Moze and Raze had made it down to the ground. They walked over to where there was a glowing magic circle on the floor at either end of the stadium.
“Raze, from day one I knew you would be my rival. This is just fate, and I now get to take you down in front of everyone!” Moze shouted.
“If you have one thing… you’ve never lost that confidence. So for that, I should reward you,” Raze claimed.
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Chapter 1320: The Match Ups (Part 2)
Even the teachers were keen to see what the outcome of the match would be due to the particular student involved, but they were a little upset about the outcome.
“Couldn’t you have tried to rig the matches, old man?” Redrick asked. “I mean, this is the person that beat Luka, right? So there’s no chance he’s going to lose against Moze, even if Moze is talented.”
“I have to agree,” Panla said. “Moze was the most talented Light Mage student. Due to how versatile lightning magic can be, and in particular in combat, he would have stood a chance against the higher-ranked students as well, but against another talented Lightning Mage, I just don’t think so.”
Wilton was stroking his fairly long beard as he listened to the comments of his fellow teachers.
“I think in this part of the assessment, we will now truly see how much of an effect these transfer students had on the current students,” Wilton smiled.
The rings that surrounded both Raze and Moze were no longer lit up, which meant it was time for the start of battle, and Moze, who was now wearing specially enhanced lightning gloves, was quick to act.
He swung his arms out, and lightning strikes came right at Raze, two in quick succession like fast jabs.
When they reached him, lightning struck upward from the floor and hit the lightning strikes, negating the attack.
Moze was confused.
‘I was sure I was going to get him by surprise and at least hit him and activate the barrier from his Blazer, but he didn’t do anything like that.’
Raze still had yet to move position, while Moze ran to the side and continued to throw out his hand, sending quick lightning jabs at Raze from all angles.
Without even turning his body though, lightning was striking up from the ground and hitting the attacks, blocking every single one of them.
“Alright, I take it back,” Panla said. “That boy is a genius, and I think he’s going to continue to show us ingenious things.”
“Do you think the students will have figured out what he had done?” Luka asked. “And if they did, do you think they would believe it was a breaking of the rules?”
The attacks from Moze continued in quick fashion, but they were still unable to do anything because of a strange barrier of lightning Raze appeared to have.
The strangest thing was that Raze hadn’t even moved a finger.
“Do you know what’s happening?” one of the students asked, as he saw the two girls smirking at the front.
“Ah yes, but only because of the lessons Raze taught us,” Chiba answered.
“Before the match started, he used the magical circle that was on the ground, that kept them in, and was altering it.
“He was altering it with his own mana and was creating a magic circle of his own,” Yolden explained.
“Now, all Raze has to do is place mana into the magic circle, and any attack that comes his way will be blocked by his lightning magic.
“It takes some setup, and it only works while he’s in that area.”
“It also only works because it’s Raze,” Chiba said. “One would have to have confidence that their lightning powers are far stronger than the attacker’s in this case,
“To either input the same, or more amount of mana than that being attacked, so it’s not something an ordinary person would consider doing.”
“Right,” Piba said. “And Raze isn’t normal. But it does make me wonder, he’s so far ahead, so why doesn’t he just beat Moze and get this over and done with? Does he enjoy toying with him?”
Moze was getting frustrated, but since he saw that Raze wasn’t moving, he decided it was time for him to do something else.
“I wanted to use quick spells because the gloves and me, it’s my specialty, but you asked for it!” Moze ran forward, and then wind magic lifted him up off his feet.
As he was high in the air, the students stared in awe and saw wind magic now twirling around his hand. Sparks of lightning were growing as a storm was brewing right in his palm.
“Combination magic, and two that are hard to control together,” Panla said. “He never could do that before. I am quite impressed.”
Moze landed right on the ground, and large sparks and wind blew out in all directions. They were surprised that a mage would be so brave to get in so close.
With the situation how it was though, it was possibly the only thing that could be done for Moze to attempt to win the fight.
“You are skilled, but you should learn not to expend so much mana in an attack,” Raze said through the dust as wind blew out, clearing the area, and he could be seen standing so straight.
“Your attack was a good one if you planned to hit multiple targets, but when you’re aiming for one, it’s much better to just condense magic like this!” Raze claimed and zapped a strong bolt out of his hand that hit Moze right in the chest, lifting him in the air and sending him to the ground.
Right after, lightning appeared out of each individual of Raze’s fingertips and hit Moze’s body, constantly shocking him while he was on the floor.
Then he stopped, and Moze looked to be completely passed out due to the pain. The teachers didn’t intervene because they knew Raze was skilled enough to handle the situation without hurting the other student.
“My gift to you was allowing you to show your abilities. You showed enough, no doubt you will be in the top twenty,” Raze claimed as he walked off, heading back to his seat.
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Chapter 1321: The Special One
After witnessing the fight between Moze and Raze, everyone present clearly understood one thing: Raze could have won effortlessly at any point. He had the strength and ability to end it the moment Moze stepped onto the field, but he had deliberately chosen not to, and there was a significant reason behind it.
Contrary to what some believed, Raze hadn’t merely intended to showcase his impressive magical barrier or intricate circle-casting skills. Instead, he had consciously allowed Moze the opportunity to display his own set of talents in front of their peers.
Moze was one of the academy’s standout students, guaranteed a spot within the top twenty placements in Class A. However, if Raze had decisively ended the battle right at the beginning, others could argue that they had performed better.
Recognizing Moze’s unwavering resilience, his refusal to give up no matter how many times he was knocked down, Raze decided to reward him by letting him demonstrate his true capabilities openly.
“What a remarkable character he is,” Panla observed thoughtfully. “Not only does he possess incredible strength and skill, but he also intentionally allowed Moze to shine, ensuring his advancement to the next assessment.”
“I wonder how many other students in this academy would even consider doing something like that, instead of focusing solely on their own assessment,” Luka said admiringly. “Perhaps it’s simply because Raze is so far beyond the others that he can afford to be generous.”
Redrick scoffed at the sentiment. “Right, sure, in this moment, that seems noble and just, but a mage with that kind of soft-hearted attitude won’t survive out there in the real world. If he’s sent to Central Academy and something serious happens, they’ll walk all over him. He needs grit, backbone, I want to see some real fire in his eyes!”
Principal Wilton nodded slowly, as though he agreed with Redrick’s point, but one thing was undoubtedly certain: Raze would absolutely be attending the Magical Exchange.
The teachers took turns drawing names from magical spheres, calling students forth one by one. Excitement buzzed among the spectators since these were Class A students facing off against each other, leading to some spectacular duels.
Another intriguing detail was how evenly matched the students were, making battles thrilling and dynamic. Yet, as matches continued, the initial excitement gradually dwindled, especially after witnessing Raze’s extraordinary performance. That is, until the next competitor’s name echoed clearly through the air.
“Yolden!”
Yolden leapt eagerly to her feet, pumping her fist confidently. All the practical lessons and intense training with Raze had paid off, she’d done her utmost to improve dramatically. She could feel herself growing into a more capable mage, stronger and sharper. Yet, she knew everyone else had improved as well, leaving them all relatively evenly matched.
‘No matter,’ Yolden thought, her determination unwavering. ‘Whoever I face, I’ll perform well enough to qualify for the Cultural Exchange. I want to stay near him as long as possible. I’ll learn far more by his side.’ Her eyes instinctively glanced toward Raze, her resolve solidifying.
As she stepped onto the battleground, the second name was called out clearly, ringing across the field.
“Safa!”
“Ah…of course, it had to be her,” Yolden sighed inwardly. She wasn’t afraid of facing one of the transfer students, but she’d heard certain rumors about Safa.
Though no one had directly confirmed it, Safa had apparently mentioned Raze several times. The nature of their relationship remained unclear, whether they were lovers, family, or something entirely different was anyone’s guess, and Yolden had never found the right moment to inquire.
And there was another unexpected complication. As soon as Safa gracefully stepped onto the field, the crowd erupted into enthusiastic cheers, predominantly from the boys.
“SAINTESS!” they shouted in unison, their voices booming across the academy grounds.
“It’s the Healing Saintess! Yolden, if you dare harm even one hair on her head, I’ll hunt you down myself!” one boy yelled, red-faced and passionate. “You won’t ever rest easy again!”
The cheers became louder, a chaotic blend of encouragement for Safa and playful threats aimed at Yolden.
“What on earth is happening here?” Liam asked, bewildered. “I think Safa might even be more famous than Beatrix.”
“You guys seriously didn’t know?” Piba interjected casually, having somehow maneuvered himself to sit just above the group of transfer students. “Safa’s become incredibly popular around the whole academy. Students even pick fights just to have a reason to get healed by her. She’s easily the most admired student here.”
The chanting quickly escalated, resonating rhythmically throughout the field: “Saint-ess! Saint-ess!” then stomping had started with every word repeating and the whole place was starting to shake. Some of the mages that were standing on the outside were getting a little worried if their makeshift arena would withstand all of this.
“Do any of you have any idea what’s going on?” Wilton asked, astonished. He was twisting and turning his head trying to get a grasp of it all.
“Diana warned me about this,” Panla admitted. “She mentioned the Light Mage had gained quite a bit of popularity, but I didn’t imagine she meant to this extreme.”
Wilton smiled broadly, delighted by the unprecedented enthusiasm from the students. When was the last time he’d heard such excitement, even if it was primarily over a girl?
“Is there any real point in her taking this assessment?” Redrick questioned impatiently. “She’s a Light Mage; we could easily send her as a symbolic figure to the Central Academy. They aren’t exactly known for their fighting prowess anyway.”
“You’re right, but even Light Mages occasionally face unexpected challenges out on missions,” Wilton countered thoughtfully. “I’d very much like to see something special from her, something that truly distinguishes her from the typical Light Mages at Central Academy.”
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Chapter 1322: Healing Magic Is Op?
Safa and Yolden stood inside their respective circles, face to face.
There was nothing in Safa’s hands, she stood there, empty-palmed.
She couldn’t use the Lux Sword; fighting with her bare fists and Qi alone would definitely raise some eyebrows. People would question her, and she couldn’t afford that.
So she had to think. She needed to use her powers in a way that would allow her to participate in the magical exchange. Unbeknownst to her, the teachers were already considering bringing her along regardless, but as far as she knew, she only had one option.
The magical circles beneath her feet began to descend, pulsing downward. Her hands started to glow, Mana circulating through her veins.
“I’m sorry,” she called out, her voice clear. “I know you mean a lot to him, one way or another. But I plan to win this fight!”
Yolden didn’t respond, just twirled her arms, conjuring two tight vortices of spinning air. Wind elemental magic was her specialty.
Unlike Moze, who used a mixture of elements, Yolden focused purely on wind. And now the twin vortexes spun with greater velocity than when Moze had used a similar spell.
There was a reason for that. Yolden wasn’t just strong, she was the third-ranked mage in the academy, a solid Four-Star level mage.
The vortexes shot into the air and swelled, churning larger and larger until they came crashing down, completely engulfing Safa.
The whirlwind blocked the view from the outside; to the audience, it looked as if Safa had been swallowed whole by the storm.
“THE SAINTESS!!” a student shouted, leaping out of their seat, trying to rush the stage.
They didn’t make it far, smacking straight into a glowing barrier before they could even reach the platform.
“Yolden! How could you do that to an innocent Light Mage? You’ve gone too far! Just throw out some fancy spells and end the match!”
“Yeah! What are you trying to prove? Jealous we like her more than you or something?”
Yolden clenched her jaw, trying to ignore the comments, but they were getting to her.
Eventually, the attack ended. The howling wind dissipated, and the swirling wall faded away.
Safa stood in the center of the circle.
Her body was covered in cuts, deep ones, running along her arms and legs.
The tornado of wind had been fast, razor-sharp. The attacks had been relentless.
But what stunned Yolden the most wasn’t that Safa was still standing. It was that the girl hadn’t used any visible defensive magic. How had she survived an attack that would have shredded any normal student?
The glow from Safa’s hands spread through her entire body. Right then, the crowd saw it with their own eyes: her healing ability.
Cuts closed rapidly, skin mended itself in real time. In seconds, Safa was as good as new.
“WHOOOO!” the crowd roared.
“That’s our Saintess! I knew she was good at healing us, but I didn’t know she could do that to herself!”
“Makes sense though! She healed so many people so fast, she must have crazy high-level Light Magic, or just a crapload of Mana!”
Seeing this, frustrated, Yolden swept her arms forward again. Thin, sharp blades of wind spiraled outward in rapid succession.
They struck Safa, leaving long slashes across her body.
But just as before, every time a new cut appeared, it vanished almost instantly, erased by her light magic.
Then Yolden condensed her power, a tornado of wind hit Safa in the stomach, sending her flying.
The truth was, Safa could have pushed back, could have grounded herself with Qi and held firm. But that would have looked too suspicious.
She allowed herself to be flung backward, crashing into the wall, falling to the ground.
But within a moment she was back on her feet, body already healed, acting as though nothing had happened.
In truth, she was hardly injured. But she continued using her light magic, maintaining the illusion of vulnerability.
“Now this is really interesting,” Luka murmured from the stands. “I never had the chance to test her Light Magic level, but if she’s healing this fast… doesn’t that mean her Star Level and Mana reserves might be greater than Yolden’s?”
“If that’s true,” another teacher said, leaning forward, “then she might be at least a Five-Star Light Mage. How could someone that powerful end up at our academy?”
The teachers had been suspicious since day one. But nothing had happened, and over the weeks they had allowed themselves to relax.
Now, though, seeing this, those suspicions returned, stronger than ever.
Yolden gritted her teeth.
She wanted to win. Not just to prove she was strong, everyone already knew that.
She wanted something more. A win like this might earn her a place among the true elite of the academy. A seat with the others.
Just being strong wasn’t enough anymore.
She charged forward, wind bursting behind her, propelling her straight toward Safa at breakneck speed.
Both hands gathered wind, condensed into two tight, glowing spheres.
“Mages hate fighting direct! But that goes for you too!” she shouted.
Right as Yolden closed the distance,
Safa lifted one hand.
A brilliant burst of light exploded outward, bathing the entire arena in blinding white.
Yolden stopped cold. The brightness overwhelmed her. She threw her arms up, stunned and blinded.
By the time her vision cleared, Safa was gone, moved to a different position entirely.
“Smart,” Panla whispered. “The most important skill for a Light Mage is survival. She used defensive magic at exactly the right moment. It feels like… she’s fought before.”
And that wasn’t all.
Safa now held something in her hand, an orb, drawn from her ring.
An artifact.
She had just entered the next phase of the fight.
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Chapter 1323: Light Magic In Action
Other than being called the Saintess by practically the entire school, there were two more reasons why Safa stood out, not just among the top students, but in the eyes of the teachers as well.
One of those reasons was the fact that she possessed the God Eyes.
Not much was known about the God Eyes, apart from what they were able to do.
But even from the descriptions alone, any mage could understand how spectacular this ability was, to be able to see the pure flow of energy and mana itself.
With the God Eyes, one could grow their mana more easily, control it with greater precision, and see through magic circles and situations before others even grasped what was happening.
It was a rare trait, one that only appeared among Light Mages. And even then, it was something that only one in a hundred thousand Light Mages might ever experience.
From the history books of Alterian, those who had possessed the God Eyes had always played pivotal roles in shaping the nation’s history.
Lastly, there was one more factor that made Safa truly stand out, she was one of only two students who had ever been able to obtain artifacts from the school’s weapons room.
There was a good chance this was due to her God Eyes as well. Either way, it was further proof of just how special Safa was.
And now, in this moment, she was wielding that very artifact in her hand.
“You know, that fancy little trick of yours is only going to work once!” Yolden shouted as twirling storms of wind erupted from both of her arms.
The winds moved like two giant serpents, crashing into the walls around Safa, narrowly missing her. Then, the vortexes started drawing closer and closer, heading straight toward where Safa currently stood.
Without hesitation, Safa moved, heading straight toward one of the wind vortexes.
Her Light Magic began to radiate outward, and as she focused her energy, her mind drifted back to a particular lesson, a conversation she’d had with Diana.
“You want to know what this artifact does?” Diana had asked as they sat in the nurse’s office.
“Well, technically, for the weapons and artifacts students select, they’re meant to figure out what they do for themselves,”Diana had said with a small smile. “Then again… we’re talking about a school that never once sent me a willing assistant. You’re my savior, so of course, I’ll tell you.”
Now, back in the present, the large orb-like artifact in Safa’s hand began to glow as she channeled her Light Energy into it.
The wind attack hurtled toward her, but with the orb positioned in front of her, the wind began to redirect. It almost looked as if the attack was being absorbed by the orb itself.
I know that orbs are typically used for defensive magic… but for it to absorb my attack completely? I’ve never seen or heard of anything like this! Yolden thought in disbelief.
As the attack dissipated entirely, Safa darted to the side, slipping past the vortex with graceful speed.
Seeing this, Yolden unleashed another wind strike in front of her. But Safa stopped just in time, letting the attack slam harmlessly into the wall.
“WHOA!” someone in the crowd shouted, clearly impressed.
Damn it, Safa thought, clicking her tongue. I used part of my Warrior senses and skills to dodge that strike out of habit. If this goes on, I might reveal myself. I need to end this now.
With determination in her eyes, Safa suddenly turned, charging straight toward Yolden.
Yolden blinked in surprise. Up until now, she’d been the one chasing Safa. Not the other way around.
As Safa moved in, the orb began to glow even brighter. Her thoughts flickered once more to Diana’s explanation.
“I’m afraid,” Diana had said, “although this is a powerful artifact, it’s only helpful in the right hands. For Light Mages like us… it might not be the best fit.”
“You see, what this does is store types of magic inside. You can place your Light Magic into it, then hand it to someone else, allowing a mage who can’t normally use Light Magic to do so.”
“It’s useful as an extra healing artifact, and as a way to store mana,”
Diana continued. “Most mages use it as an extra supply while fighting, kind of like a battery.”
Safa had been surprised to hear this. With her God Eyes, she could see just how powerful the item truly was. Using it onlyas a storage unit seemed like a waste, there had to be more to it.
“Are there any other uses?” Safa had asked.
“There are,” Diana had admitted. “But honestly, in most cases… it’s not very useful.”
“You see, it can store not just the user’s magic, but other magic as well.”
“However, no one really does this, because it requires twice the amount of mana. You need mana to activate the item initially… and more mana to sustain it, especially if you want to absorb attacks in battle.”
“In most cases, a mage would simply block an attack using a spell of equal strength, rather than waste so much mana absorbing it this way.”
But Safa had her own idea.
Unlike others, she could maintain a meditative state, constantly taking in and circulating mana. Because of her cultivation, she had a much larger mana pool than most.
And thanks to everything that had happened to her, her reserves were immense.
Lastly, her mastery of Light Magic was absolute. It was the only type of magic she used, giving her unmatched focus.
“I’m sorry!” Safa shouted as the orb lit up once more.
A massive vortex of wind burst forth, Yolden barely had time to react as the force struck her square in the stomach, lifting her off her feet and slamming her into the wall with a resounding crash.
The tornado kept raging, until it finally broke apart in a flash of lightning from above.
And standing on the field now was Panla.
“The winner is… Safa!” Panla declared.
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