Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Alternating fists struck his cheeks.

He could only barely raise his arms to form a turtle shell, barely resisting this sharp offensive like thunder and rain.

No, Amleth couldn't even defend.

Moran punched him in the cheeks, splattering blood.

Amleth was beaten into a daze, his head spinning.

He instinctively tried to escape the crossfire of continuous punches, but was grabbed by the collar and hair and dragged back.

Like a beast that wouldn't let go of its prey.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Moran grabbed Amleth's collar with his left hand, and his right fist relentlessly struck his cheeks.

As springy and chewy as handmade beef balls.

Every punch that landed on his face produced a beautiful echo.

"Oh… Amleth… that top student actually…"

"How could this be… he doesn't even have the ability to fight back… When did Moran become so strong!?"

"Too miserable… this isn't a duel, it's practically an execution! I definitely can't fight that guy in the future!"

Many of the observing magicians were intimidated.

No one was not shocked by the outcome of this contest.

The vast majority of people succumbed to bloodline theory.

They believed that those with inferior bloodlines and talents could not overcome fate.

However, reality slapped them in the face like this.

Moran used his actions to tell them that fate could be changed, and it was by no means something to be avoided.

Of course, there were also those who admired Moran.

Just because he overturned the impossible.

"Professor Kayneth, there's no need to continue this fight, right? If we continue, I'm worried I won't be able to take care of my classmate~"

Moran threw Amleth, whom he was holding, out.

like throwing out a soda can.

Looking at Amleth writhing and struggling on the ground, and Moran's unscathed condition,

Kayneth made a decision in his heart.

"Professor Kayneth, I haven't lost yet! I haven't lost! I will never lose to a guy with inferior blood!"

Amleth roared, enduring the pain as he stood up.

He was literally beaten into a pig's head by Moran.

His face was so bruised and swollen that he could barely see, and hateful flames were constantly overflowing from the slits of his eyes.

That's right, it must be like this!

As long as he used magic, he wouldn't lose!

The other party was just a direct descendant from an inferior branch family, and couldn't compare to him, who had excellent talent!

"If I use magic! A guy like him! Can't possibly compete with me!"

Amleth seemed to be going crazy.

His already fractured hand was rapidly gathering magic power.

Suddenly, a scorching fireball, like a heat haze, converged and materialized, and the high temperature, enough to melt steel, spread outward.

"Amleth! Are you crazy!? This competition is not allowed to use magic!" Waver said in a panic.

"What's it to you! I just need to prove! That guys with inferior blood like you—!"

Amleth couldn't hear Waver's words at all.

His vision, distorted by hatred, stared straight at Moran, and his mind was only thinking about tearing that arrogant face apart.

The desire for revenge was like poison, deeply rooted in his bones.

He wanted to use this talent and magic to intimidate Moran, and to shatter the confidence and composure he had maintained since just now.

To drag the victor into the muddy swamp.

However, he couldn't even achieve this revenge.

Moran looked at the scorching fireball conjured by Amleth, and his face remained relaxed and carefree.

Not even a trace of tension or worry could be seen.

He's still looking down on me at this point!?

This anger was the last straw that broke his reason.

"Bastard! Die!"

Amleth roared and threw the fireball.

This whole process happened too quickly.

As a result, most of the students didn't have time to react, and they watched this farce in stunned silence.

"[Boil, my blood (Fer.mei.sanguis)]"

At the same time as the fireball was thrown.

The murmured whisper was captured by everyone's hearing.

Suddenly, a silver torrent, enough to break through a dam, rushed onto the field, blocking between Moran and Amleth.

The fireball was tightly wrapped as soon as it came into contact with it.

The scorching heat was swallowed and buried.

A liquid fluid, like a drop of water, appeared, and it successfully prevented this farce from escalating further.

Faced with this situation.

Amleth fell into confusion.

Until that cold and indifferent voice, like a judgment, rang out, his flames of anger were doused with cold water and completely extinguished.

"Amleth, are you treating the rules I set as nothing? This self-defense class, based on academic exchange, does not allow the use of spells, but you have violated the rules I set."

Kayneth's gaze was extremely cold.

The overflowing silver liquid flowed back to his side, and re-condensed into a liquid water droplet the size of a sheep.

[Volumen Hydrargyrum]

This was one of Kayneth's Mystic Codes.

Everyone present had heard of it.

"I, I… didn't… I…!"

"Enough, in the end, it was my judgment that was wrong. I am disappointed, more than a stupid student who contradicts me in class, I hate a barbarian who doesn't even abide by the basic etiquette of a magician. What future will a magician who doesn't even abide by the rules have?!"

Kayneth sighed and said sternly.

He had no pity for those who violated the rules.

"Professor Kayneth! Please give me another chance!"

"No, Amleth, you have abandoned the dignity and honor you possessed. Correspondingly, you must be prepared for the consequences. Everything in the world is constrained by rules, and nothing can be accomplished without rules.

Amleth, my El-Melloi classroom does not need people who do not abide by the rules. This is the result of your violation of the rules."

Kayneth said coldly with his hands behind his back.

He had no intention of protecting Amleth at all.

He didn't even give Amleth a chance to fight for it.

Hearing such a cruel sentence, Amleth felt as if he had been thrown from heaven to hell.

His face was devoid of any color.

Kayneth hated those who trampled on the etiquette of magicians.

Amleth happened to step on this minefield.

He deserved this punishment in some ways, and no one would sympathize with Amleth.

Although Moran was challenging common sense.

However, his actions did not violate the rules.

Moran used reasonable means to subvert the common sense that Kayneth had always believed in, and Amleth was completely incomparable to him.

The former was a new era magician who challenged the unknown and broke through conservatism.

The latter was just a barbarian who violated the rules.

Common sense cannot be immutable.

Amleth, who didn't even realize this excessive gap, was so pathetic in Kayneth's eyes that he was speechless.