Chapter 1445: A Student Who Wouldn’t Bow
The Light mages could only watch in awe.
Before them was a display of healing so refined that it put to shame years, decades, of practice they themselves had poured into their craft. This wasn’t just skill. This was talent, the kind born only once in a generation, amplified by the unmatched clarity of the God Eyes.
Safa had always been gifted, excelling in nearly every discipline she attempted. Even in Qi training, a path entirely different from Light magic, she outpaced her peers with alarming ease. And that was the thing: even if another person possessed the God Eyes, it was doubtful they could produce results like this, certainly not with such speed and precision. Safa’s talent was as much a part of her as her heartbeat.
When Redrick finally rose to his feet, his injuries gone, he met Safa’s gaze directly. There was no hesitation in his voice when he spoke.
“I believe I owe you a huge favor,” Redrick said, his tone equal parts gratitude and disbelief. “When I saw you heal the others, I thought you might be able to help me… but I can’t lie. I was worried it would be too late.”
Ibarin stepped forward then, reclaiming the conversation with calm authority. “Since Redrick is recovering, it would be best to send him to his dorms to rest. If he feels better, he can join the main event as a spectator.” He glanced at the two Light mages still standing nearby. “You two will accompany him.”
That was when Raze turned to face Ibarin, his expression unreadable.
“I’d like to suggest something else,” Raze said.
The Light mages almost gasped. A student, a mere participant, was about to counter the word of the Grand Magus. In Alterian, that was practically unthinkable.
“Allow the teachers from Wilton to enter,” Raze continued, his voice even, “and we will escort Redrick back to the dorm ourselves. I think we’d feel safer with him in our care.”
“Really?” Ibarin replied almost instantly, his eyes narrowing just a fraction. “We have the strongest mages, the finest teachers in all of Alterian… and you think a group of students and second-rate instructors would be better suited to escort him?”
The veneer of the Grand Magus was cracking, the true Ibarin bleeding through. To the casual observer, it might have looked like nothing more than pride, an Academy leader defending his own. If anyone was watching closely, they could dismiss Raze as being out of line.
But Raze wasn’t going to let it go.
“With all due respect,” he began, his voice carrying just enough steel to cut through the air, “you should already know this isn’t the first time students from Wilton Academy have been hurt, during your event, on your grounds, and your mages have done nothing to prevent it. Every victory we’ve had so far has been earned with our own hands, not yours. And Redrick?” His eyes sharpened. “He was injured while in your care. So yes, I do trust us more than the Central Academy. And you should be able to see exactly why.”
Raze had to bite back the sharper words on his tongue. A part of him wanted to really tear into Ibarin with a few choice insults, but he knew that if he went too far, Ibarin could dismiss everything he said as reckless provocation. The trick was to step on the cracks in Ibarin’s pride, press just enough to make it hurt, but not enough for him to shut it all down.
And, if he was being honest with himself, Raze was enjoying this, undermining the careful image Ibarin had built, striking at him in front of others.
“Very well,” Ibarin said at last, rising to his full height before stepping through the barrier.
The Light mages expected him to return almost immediately. Instead, several long minutes passed before a large section of the barrier was broken. Through the opening came several figures, Wilton’s students, both ranked and unranked, the two teachers, and the four staff members who had been stationed just outside.
“It appears,” Ibarin said coolly, “that when you claimed you had asked to come in, you had, in fact, forced your way in. That means we have a bit of an incident on our hands. So, I decided it would be best to bring everyone inside to… resolve this matter.”
The Wilton teachers and students didn’t react with the awe they had imagined they would feel meeting the Grand Magus. Instead, there was tension, nervous glances between them, worry about what Raze’s actions might mean. Disqualification from the event was a very real fear.
“Is there really a situation here?” Raze asked, his voice steady. “We asked for Safa to be allowed in so she could heal her teacher. If we hadn’t been here, Redrick might have suffered severe, lasting injuries. So yes, it was a good thing we came.”
He didn’t stop there.
“Unlike Redrick, your staff members barely sustained any injuries. If you truly believe this matter needs to be resolved, then perhaps the fact that Redrick was injured due to the Central Academy’s negligence should be reported as well.”
A muscle in Ibarin’s jaw twitched. The student’s words grated on him, not only because they challenged his authority, but because they made sense.
Usually, Ibarin’s name and presence alone were enough to sway a crowd. His confidence, his position, his reputation, they all gave weight to his words. But this time, it wasn’t working.
“We can be punished for this,” Raze continued, “but if that happens, we’ll make it publicly known how the Central Academy failed to prevent the incident, and failed to heal one of our mages.”
Ibarin’s fist tightened at his side, his eyes narrowing.
Who is this cocky student?
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Chapter 1446: Eyes on the Final Events
When all was said and done, the decision ultimately rested with the Grand Magus.
Never, not Ibarin, not any of the others, had imagined he would find himself in a position where the pressure was this intense, where his hand was being forced and his options narrowed to a single path.
The thing was, what Raze had asked for wasn’t even much. By itself, it was simple, almost harmless. But in the moment, Ibarin had reacted on instinct, an instinct sharpened more by pride than by reason, and acted without considering the bigger picture. Normally, he would have brushed the matter aside, tucked it neatly under the rug like every other small incident before it.
This time, however, Raze wasn’t letting it fade away.
People would inevitably talk about the incident, rumors and reports would circulate, and the event would be remembered as more than just a single teacher getting hurt. But Raze wanted it to be remembered exactly that way. He wanted the attention.
“I think you’re right,” Ibarin finally said, his voice carrying that forced calm that came when one conceded ground without wanting to. “As you said, your actions were only out of concern for your teacher. And in the end, you managed to act without causing him any severe harm… so I should thank you for that.
“All of you, head through the back way, along the side of the Academy. The staff will guide you so you don’t attract the attention of the crowd.”
In the end, Raze had secured the result he wanted.
There was still the faint possibility that Ibarin might try something in that “secret” passageway, but Raze doubted it. Pulling an attack there would mean wiping out the entire
group from Wilton Academy, and not even Ibarin could come up with an excuse to justify such an act, not without sparking an outright confrontation, one in which everyone present would fight back.
More likely, Ibarin truly just wanted to avoid the watching eyes outside.
Thankfully, the group made it back to the dorm without incident. Redrick quickly changed into fresh clothes, shaking off the worst of the scorched remains, and then everyone gathered in Raze’s room to discuss what had just happened.
“I think I just lost a few years off my life,” Panla said, slumping into a chair. “I honestly thought we’d all be punished, or that they’d call the principal to make the final decision. I tell you, Raze, being around you is not for the faint of heart.”
“Right,” Raze said, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I apologise. I had to think on my feet. Not even I expected the Grand Magus himself to attack a teacher.”
That made everyone in the room pause. Heads turned toward him, even the ranked students, who had been quietly observing until now.
“Wait,” Chiba said slowly, her brow furrowed. “Are you saying… what happened to Redrick wasn’t an accident?”
“Well,” Raze replied, “I think the best person to ask… is Redrick himself.”
Now, all eyes shifted to Redrick. He stiffened under the sudden weight of attention, a bead of sweat trailing down the side of his face.
“I wasn’t going to say anything,” he admitted, his voice uncertain, “because I’m honestly not a hundred percent sure myself. I mean… what I think I saw, ” He shook his head. “, I’m just not a hundred percent certain.”
“But the stage… a mana overflow doesn’t make much sense,” Redrick began slowly, his brow furrowed in thought. “Not unless someone directly
inputted their own mana into the machinery, or set something up beforehand.
“I was called to the stage even though there was no real need for me to be there, the last two numbers had already been decided. And then…” His voice trailed off for a moment, his expression tightening. “What I saw last… was the Grand Magus already casting a spell to protect himself.
“His face looked so calm in that moment. And I can’t help but think… a mage as powerful as him, if he was fast enough to react and shield himself from the blast, then why didn’t he also stop the attack from hitting me?”
His jaw tightened before he let out a quiet sigh. “But in the end… I told myself I might just be overthinking things. After all, I hadn’t done anything that should have annoyed him.”
Immediately, Safa turned to Raze, her expression sharp.
“Wait… right,” Redrick said suddenly, his eyes narrowing. “I almost forgot, you went to that meeting pretending to be me, didn’t you? Did you actually do something to annoy him?”
“Not by our standards,” Raze answered evenly. “I simply stated that it would be good for Safa to complete this event with Wilton Academy… and that she would then go to the Central Academy afterwards.” His lips curled in the faintest of smirks. “Of course, we have no intention of doing that.
“But I imagine the principal has a severe inferiority complex. Which means even the slightest pushback, even the smallest challenge to his authority, would anger him. And perhaps because of that, he decided to teach me a lesson right there and then.”
The room went quiet. The others exchanged looks, the shock written on their faces lasting only a few moments before giving way to something darker.
They thought back to the way the Central Academy students had reacted to them before, to the way the entire Central Academy had behaved since their arrival. Had they been blind before? Was everyone else really just ignoring what was happening right in front of them?
Now, it was clear, they weren’t just outsiders anymore. They were targets.
“Don’t worry,” Raze said, his voice carrying a calm, unshakable edge. “Just… everyone be careful. Because at the next event…” His gaze swept across the room, meeting each set of eyes in turn. “…I don’t plan to lose.”
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Chapter 1447: Faces in the Arena
Even with their masks back on, now that their disguises had been revealed, the group had chosen not to go out for the rest of the day.
If everyone saw them strolling around in the open, including Redrick, it might give the wrong impression, as if what had happened earlier wasn’t a big deal at all.
Raze knew better. He was certain people were already talking about it. The teachers from the other academies had witnessed the incident firsthand, and gossip always moved faster than truth. Word of the “accident” would have spread by now.
And the more they were out in public, the more opportunities they gave their enemies to disrupt whatever plans he had set in motion.
Finally, as the afternoon bled into evening, it was almost time for them to head out.
“Raze,” Safa said, stopping him before they left. “Before we go, I want to ask, will you act today? I feel like with each day that passes in this event, the chance of you… doing something… gets bigger.”
Raze reached out and patted her gently on the top of her head, a small smile tugging at his lips.
“Don’t worry too much,” he said. “I’m finding myself enjoying the thought of tormenting Ibarin with every little thing that’s been happening. Everything’s in place now for me to get what I want, I just need to find the perfect opportunity.
“It might come at this event, it might not. But if it doesn’t… I’ll be sure to act during the last event of the day, regardless. So be ready.”
The message was passed quietly to the others in the room, a silent agreement passing between them all. Then they moved out as a group, heading towards the coliseum from the back entrance.
Almost immediately, they noticed something different. There were far more people heading in the same direction.
It wasn’t just the usual crowd. This was easily larger than the audiences of the previous two days, and among the faces, they spotted plenty of strangers they hadn’t seen before.
“Not everyone can take a six-day break, even if this is classified as work,” Panla explained, overhearing the murmur of students around them. “The final three events are the most popular of the whole competition. The ones who couldn’t make it earlier… they make sure to be here for these.”
“Remember,” she continued, “these events happen every year. The festivities surrounding them are almost always the same, with a few changes here and there. The ones really interested in the exhibitions of magical items or new spell research come early in the week. But not everyone is here for that.”
“Some people,” Luka added, his voice carrying over the hum of the crowd, “just want to see the best mages fight.”
Out of the many spectators arriving for the day’s matches, quite a few were members of the special military forces, their uniforms and disciplined posture making them stand out even in the bustling crowd. There were also representatives from several smaller guilds, each there to scout, judge, or simply enjoy the competition.
One of those in attendance was Alen, the same Alen who had sponsored Raze and the rest of his academy.
However, because of the separate entrances for the competitors and the general audience, the two wouldn’t cross paths today.
The coliseum’s seating capacity had also been expanded for the occasion. Now, nearly fifty thousand people filled the stands, the sheer scale of the audience adding weight to the battles that were about to take place.
Finally, the event began. The presenter strode out onto the main stage, his voice booming through the magically enhanced speakers.
“Today’s event is the Single Battles
!” the staff member announced, his words sending a ripple of excitement through the crowd. “In this event, two mages will face off, using every skill, spell, and technique at their disposal to outmatch their opponent. This is their chance to display the full extent of what they’ve learned from their academies!
“A contestant can forfeit, be knocked out, or have the match stopped by a referee if the battle becomes too dangerous to continue. In addition, two Six-Star Mages will be stationed at the sides of the stage, observing each fight. If one of them steps in to protect a contestant, I think we can all agree it’ll be pretty clear who the winner is.”
The explanation was met with a roar of cheers from the stands, the energy in the coliseum spiking.
“Earlier today,” the presenter continued, “each academy’s teachers were invited to select their first match-ups for the event. And now, without further ado, let’s introduce the ten students who will be taking part in today’s battles!”
With a deep rumble, all the platforms around the arena opened at once. Large, shimmering holographic displays flickered to life above the coliseum, showing the faces of the selected students for everyone to see.
Slowly, the competitors began walking up in pairs, each one greeted with waves of applause, whistles, and shouts from the crowd. As they appeared, murmurs and commentary rippled through the audience.
“Oh? Wilton Academy has chosen two students who haven’t competed before. Does that mean they’re stronger than the others?”
“But according to my research, they’re not even top-ranked. I wonder why they’re being sent out now?”
“Well, we’d be idiots to completely write off Wilton after everything they’ve pulled so far. But Lee Roy and the Central Academy’s students… they’re going to be a hard wall to climb.”
When the Central Academy competitors emerged, they immediately turned their gazes toward Wilton’s side. One of them, Kayzel, narrowed his eyes as if sizing up prey.
“So, it’s him,” Kayzel muttered. “He’s the one we need to watch out for.”
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Chapter 1448: The Weight of Victory
The crowd had a clear view of the contestants stepping forward for the next round, and the air buzzed with anticipation. They had already witnessed the extraordinary abilities of fighters like Lee Roy and George, each boasting powerful special affinities and unique traits that had left lasting impressions.
But there was still one mystery yet to be revealed. None of the Central Academy’s students had demonstrated their powers so far, and that secrecy only fueled the crowd’s excitement. After all, they had seen what Nannan could do. If that was only a taste, then surely the Central Academy was saving something incredible for this moment.
“Hey, there’s a good chance we’re going to see something impressive today, right?” one spectator said, leaning toward his friend.
“Right. Everyone’s guessing the Central Academy’s been keeping this Kayzel student hidden just for this event,” the friend replied. “I guess it gives them an advantage, keeping their opponent’s abilities a mystery. But honestly… I think they’re doing it for the drama.”
In front of the massive audience, nearly fifty thousand strong, a glowing magical device suddenly illuminated, floating in the air like a suspended sheet of light. It was a shimmering projection, almost like a screen made of pure magic.
This was no mere display. The device was here for the audience to place their bets.
Just like in the earlier competition involving the portals, no real currency was being wagered. Instead, the reward for guessing correctly was crystals, valuable enough that everyone was tempted to participate.
This year, the odds of winning were better. Each academy had two competing students, but the audience only had to predict which one of them would win overall.
When Alen glanced at the glowing panel in front of him, a small smile tugged at his lips.
Well, I’m not even sure what to pick, he thought. If he uses his real power, then he’s bound to win. But would he actually do that in an event like this?
His gaze shifted downward toward the stage, where he caught sight of Raze. The boy wasn’t looking at his opponent, or even the crowd. Instead, his eyes were fixed on one area only: the section where the principals were seated.
That was enough for Alen to make his decision.
“Wilton Academy will win it,” Alen declared confidently.
A few people nearby smirked or let out soft chuckles. Some had also chosen Wilton Academy, though for them, it was more of a gamble than a conviction. Most would never have considered it until today, and even now, it still felt like a long shot.
The results of the betting began to register, though only the principals gathered together in their private viewing room could see the numbers coming in.
“Well, will you look at that, Wilton!” one of the principals remarked, leaning forward with mild surprise. “It seems your students have done a fine job of getting the crowd on their side. Is that… close to twenty-five percent of the audience thinking Wilton’s going to win?”
“After what the academy has shown so far, it’s no surprise,” another principal replied.
“True, but it’s still a shot in the dark. Look, five percent have voted for BIMM.”
“That has to be thanks to what that Lee Roy fellow showed earlier. I must say… this year might be the most interesting one yet.”
Out of the five academies present, only three had received any votes at all. Central Academy was overwhelmingly predicted to take first place. Ibarin, however, kept silent. The results didn’t please him, in fact, they frustrated him more than he cared to admit.
“All right, with no time to waste, you all know the rules, you all know the spectacle you’re here to see, so let’s begin!” the announcer called out.
The magical screen shifted, displaying the first two students stepping onto the battlefield. The first was George, the towering Central Academy student with the amulet-covered body.
Interestingly, the glowing betting panels remained active in front of the audience. This meant that after the first round of matches, guests would be given the chance to change their predictions if they wished, a clever way to keep the energy high and the wagers shifting.
George strode confidently toward the stage, his armor-like amulet pieces catching the light. His opponent was the same female student who had appeared earlier, the one capable of altering her magic to create different scenic effects.
“I don’t think your unique trait is going to help you much in this fight,” George said coolly as he approached.
The student looked nervous but stood her ground, waiting for the official start. The referee raised his hand.
“Match… start!”
Immediately, she lifted one arm, gripping her wrist with the other for support. A swirling flame began to form in her palm, growing larger and hotter, until it spun like a miniature sun.
It was an impressive and clever use of combination magic, exactly the kind of skill expected from a top student. With a burst of force, the fireball blasted forward, its size and speed enough to make the crowd gasp.
But George didn’t flinch. His expression stayed calm, almost bored. From a considerable distance away, he slammed his palm into the ground.
The fireball’s path abruptly changed. It plunged downward, smashing into the stage floor before detonating in a wave of flames.
The explosion filled the space with smoke and heat, momentarily obscuring the view. In that brief cover, the female student suddenly felt her legs buckle beneath her. She collapsed, hitting the ground hard. No matter how she strained, her arms and legs refused to move.
“My special affinity isn’t for show,” George said as he stepped into view, his voice low but firm. “Unlike your magic, mine is designed for practical combat.”
In a blink, he was beside her, his other hand starting to crackle with light as he began casting again.
The officials moved instantly. “Stop! The first match is over! The winner, George of Central Academy!”
The crowd erupted in cheers so loud they rattled the arena. The betting panels updated almost immediately, Wilton’s thirty percent dropped to a mere five, while BIMM’s share sank to a single percent.
“Haha… this will be fun,” Ibarin said, his eyes narrowing.
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Chapter 1449: Clash on the Horizon
The glowing voting screens still hovered in front of every spectator, their shimmering panels ready to record any changes in choice. It was assumed that they would remain active until the entire first round had concluded, giving the audience a chance to shift their bets after seeing the initial performances.
From the beginning, there had only been serious votes for three of the academies, and after George’s decisive victory, the balance shifted dramatically.
It wasn’t just the style of his win, it was the sheer practicality of it. His trick wasn’t some flashy, one-off display. The crushing weight of his gravitational magic had made it clear: once caught, there was no escape. Few could imagine how any opponent could continue fighting after experiencing it firsthand.
The only advantage now, for anyone facing him in future rounds, was the knowledge of what he could do. They might attempt to avoid it at all costs. But everyone knew, George was from Central Academy. His magical training would be comprehensive, his spellcasting sharp in every area. Even without his affinity, he wouldn’t be easy to beat.
It felt inevitable to many that anyone matched against him would eventually fall. That sense of inevitability was why so many votes shifted so quickly.
Still, the tournament wasn’t over. The event had only just begun, and there were plenty of matches left to be fought.
The next battle was between two students in what could only be described as a more traditional mage duel. There were no strange or rare affinities on display this time, but instead, a showcase of high-level spells, tactical planning, and magical endurance.
Element after element collided, fire clashing against wind, stone meeting arcs of water, each mage alternating between offense and tight defensive counters. The crowd roared as powerful blasts hit home, forcing each fighter to stumble back, yet both managed to stand and keep going despite the force of the blows.
It was close. Exactly the kind of skillful, back-and-forth match people expected from the elite ranks of the top two academies. In the end, it was a student named Dillian from BIMM who edged out the win.
His victory had come down to patience. He had been conservative with his magic, holding back until the perfect moment, then unleashing a massive, well-prepared spell that struck his opponent cleanly.
This time, there was no intervention from the teachers. The opponent was clearly hurt but still conscious, and healers rushed in to tend to them on the spot.
What followed was almost a demonstration, a chance for the top Light mages of Central Academy to show the full scope of their skill. In moments, the injured student was restored to full mobility, standing again as though they had never been hurt. Their magic flared to life without hesitation.
The crowd clapped and cheered at the display of Light magic’s restorative power. But over in Wilton Academy’s section, the scene left a bitter taste. For them, the difference in how certain injuries had been handled earlier in the competition was hard to ignore.
Eventually, each academy had revealed at least one of their competing students, every academy except Wilton. And now, at last, it was finally their turn.
“Ah, damn it… so I’m either going to be up against Central Academy or that Lee Roy guy from BIMM right out of the gate?” Liam muttered.
Technically, Raze could have been called first, but there was something in Liam’s gut telling him that he was next. The unease in his stomach felt like a warning.
“You’ve got a tough opponent,” Redrick said, already aware of the match-up from the selection process earlier.
“So, Raze,” Liam asked, turning toward him, “how much power am I allowed to use? We can use items in this, right? So I can use the lightning wand?”
“Correct,” Luka answered. “One item is allowed, along with one piece of protective gear, such as your school blazer. However, most of the students prefer not to rely on equipment. They want to prove they can complete the event purely with their own power.”
They all understood why. Even if you won, there would always be whispers, claims that your victory had only come because of the tool you used. It might still be within the rules, but for many, the pride of a clean win outweighed the certainty of a tactical one. Liam, however, wasn’t the type to care about honor when results were on the line.
“Fine. I’ll use the wand to the best of my abilities,” Liam said without hesitation.
“Liam,” Raze called to him, his voice firm. “Use whatever you need. Bring your sword, make it seem as though you’re a magic swordsman if you have to. Strike with the wand at full Qi output.
“The mages won’t be able to tell the difference. Whatever you do, win. And meet me in the final.”
Raze’s reasoning wasn’t just about competition. He wanted to watch Ibarin’s expression twist, wanted to see him burn in his hatred as his carefully trained students fell one by one. The thought of it filled Raze with a dark satisfaction.
It would be nothing compared to the suffering Raze himself had endured, but for Ibarin… the coming days would be the worst of his life.
“Please, will the next two contestants come up to the platform!” the announcer’s voice rang out.
As Liam walked down the hall toward the stage, he spotted his opponent waiting ahead. Lee Roy of BIMM, the very same mage who was said to be one of the few capable of matching Central Academy’s elite.
This was going to be a fight worth remembering.
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