MTLNOVEL Chapter 27: Chapter 27: The Match, Begins
"Arrogant! It's meaningless for a magician to not have a good bloodline! You can't do anything with those delusions!"
Caimir was momentarily shocked by Moran.
Coming back to his senses, a sense of shame welled up in his heart, causing him to become angry in the first place.
He was intimidated by the opponent's aura before the battle even started.
Clearly, he was the superior one.
After Kayneth surveyed the surroundings of the training ground, he simply announced the rules of the match to everyone.
This match was in the nature of an academic discussion.
The use of conventional magic and Mystic Codes was prohibited.
Only enhancement spells to strengthen the body could be used to assist in combat.
Both sides needed to adhere to the principle of stopping when the point was reached.
The El-Melloi classroom did not allow barbaric fighting, and Kayneth would supervise the entire battle as a referee.
"The above are the rules of this battle. I believe that even the dumbest idiot will understand—"
Kayneth paused and walked out of the training ground.
He looked at the two sides who were in good positions and raised his hand high.
The moment his arm fell.
Was the signal to start the battle.
"The match, begins!"
Almost the moment Kayneth shouted.
Magic power currents overflowed from the magic crests on Caimir's body.
His legs exploded as he pushed off the ground and shot out.
"I'll make you idiots with delusions understand! That you're just third-rate magicians—!"
Caimir grinned and mocked.
Enhanced by magic power, he was as fast as lightning.
He rushed to Moran and Waver in just a few seconds, his clenched fist gathering a huge amount of magic power.
Everyone realized that Caimir had gained the upper hand.
Waver didn't even react.
Many people thought that Caimir was too fast, and Moran's level was not enough to capture his movements.
"Moran…!"
Camus held the camera tightly with both hands.
Her delicate face was full of nervousness and worry.
In her heart, she kept praying for Waver and Moran to win, hoping to see Moran's handsome appearance after the victory.
"Let's start with that annoying face of yours!"
Caimir laughed arrogantly.
He had been intimidated by Moran's handsome face earlier, so he harbored a desire for revenge and attacked him.
A fist as big as a sandbag went straight for Moran's face.
Bang—!!
The collision of fist and flesh exploded with a dull thud.
A heatwave strong enough to shake the soul spread towards the outside of the arena.
Even Camus didn't dare to look directly.
For a moment, she couldn't help but close her eyes.
Although she wanted to believe in Waver and Moran more than anyone else, somewhere in her heart, she still thought it would be difficult for them to overcome reality.
She didn't want to see them, the ones she admired,
be beaten to a bloody pulp by the iron fist called reality.
Rumble—!!
Dust and smoke stirred up by the strong wind filled the arena, and a dark figure flew out and slammed heavily into a marble pillar.
A suffocating atmosphere gradually began to spread.
Everyone outside the arena widened their eyes in disbelief, as if they had seen something that overturned reality.
Silence, a silence that was terrifying.
The training ground was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
"—How… is this possible?"
The first to break the silence was a shocked and trembling voice.
It was full of shock and disbelief.
The smoke and dust swirling in the training ground gradually dissipated, exposing the situation inside to everyone.
"The one who was sent flying is… Caimir—!?"
Lishaer was so surprised that her face lost all color.
She was also a member of the El-Melloi classroom and one of those who thought Moran and Waver had no chance of winning.
As a result, everyone was greatly surprised.
"Oops, my hand slipped. Caimir, what were you saying you wanted to show me just now?"
Moran casually wiped his hand.
His right fist was stained with fresh blood.
Waver was completely dumbfounded.
He looked around, not knowing what had happened.
"Oh?"
Kayneth's eyes lit up as he stroked his chin.
He had watched every moment of the battle.
To sum up what he saw in a word—it was agility.
Moran saw through the fact that the opponent's thrust could not change direction.
Instead of dodging, Moran chose to counterattack head-on.
He twisted his head to dodge the fist in a split second, then followed up with a punch that hit Caimir's abdomen.
Magic power circulated, and strength was focused.
Coordinated with reaction force and precise control.
This powerful output was completed in a thousandth of a second.
It was simply flowing water.
It wasn't until Caimir was blasted away by the exploding magic-infused punch that Kayneth realized he had forgotten to breathe.
"This efficient magic power circulation and rich combat experience are rare even in the Clock Tower… perfect!"
Kayneth couldn't help but praise.
However, this perfection also made him think.
In that instant, Moran didn't seem like an ordinary student in the classroom, but a battle-hardened warrior.
Like an Executor of the Holy Church.
Honing every part of his body into a weapon for combat.
"Well… Caimir has lost consciousness and cannot fight. Someone, please carry him to the medical room for treatment."
Kayneth came to the base of the stone pillar.
He saw that Caimir was embedded in the stone pillar.
You should know that this stone pillar has been strengthened by the mage's spell and can withstand the impact of a truck without moving, but it was still hit by Caimir to the point where it almost broke.
It is conceivable how strong Moran's power is.
If mages didn't rely on spells to enhance their bodies during combat, they would have exploded on the spot with the physique of ordinary people.
"Uh… what did you do!?"
Amleth came back to his senses and shouted in horror.
He couldn't believe that Caimir had been taken down with one punch.
The opponent was a model student on the same level as him!
A new era mage recognized by Professor Kayneth!
How could this be!?
Such an absurd error could not occur in reality!
"What did I do? Hmm? Didn't you see it?"
Moran put one hand on his hip, pretending to be puzzled.
He was so relaxed, as if he was just taking a walk on the street, as if he had only done something insignificant.
"Moran, did you send Caimir flying?"
"Otherwise? I said, 'respond to changes as they come.' Waver, wait and receive the award with me."
"Receive the award… hahaha…"
Moran was still chatting with Waver leisurely.
As if they weren't experiencing any challenge at all.
Completely ignoring their opponent, Amleth.
"Guh! Impossible!
How could Caimir be defeated by a third-rate like you! Professor Kayneth! There must be something wrong!"
Of course, Amleth couldn't admit it.
He couldn't say that he hadn't seen anything clearly just now.
He couldn't even capture and analyze the battle process.
If he said it, he would lose all face, and he would never endure such humiliation.