Yelena instinctively wanted to retreat, but she was still a step too slow.
Rosily’s grip on the sword hilt suddenly tightened, and with a forceful push through the two wooden swords pressed together, she shoved Yelena back, giving Yelena the sensation of being rammed by a bull.
The red-haired girl let out a muffled grunt and was sent flying backward.
Fortunately, she managed to adjust her posture in midair, dissipating most of the force, so instead of crashing to the ground in an embarrassing heap, she spun around and landed on both feet.
There was a hint of confusion in Yelena’s gaze as she looked at Rosily.
Her mind was full of questions—what on earth was going on?
How did things suddenly turn out like this…?
Before she could figure it out, Rosily moved.
Her pale golden hair fluttered upward, and the girl’s well-proportioned body darted nimbly toward Yelena.
With an upward slash, she knocked aside Yelena’s hurried block with ease.
Bang!
A fierce collision rang out from the wooden swords, sending a wave of numbness through Yelena’s hands.
She nearly lost her grip on her sword!
Then, Rosily launched another attack, which Yelena barely managed to block.
Another strike came, and this time the wooden sword smacked Yelena’s thigh—not too hard, but enough to let her know what pain meant.
The red-haired girl gritted her teeth and managed not to cry out, but sweat began to bead on her forehead.
Yelena couldn’t believe that this girl, who had never trained before, could match her—a second-tier swordswoman empowered by magic—in physical strength. Yet, Rosily was clearly doing just that.
Rosily’s wooden sword attacks were incredibly fierce, and for a moment, Yelena found herself unable to cope.
The reversal of offense and defense was so swift that everyone present gasped, eyes wide as they watched intently.
They had thought this would be a one-sided match, but never expected it to develop into such a scene.
In the arena, the pale golden-haired girl was like a graceful butterfly, her skirt fluttering like wings.
Even as she attacked with a wooden sword, it looked like she was performing a captivating dance.
That elegant figure—so graceful, so utterly refined!
In a single round, thirteen strikes were unleashed.
Yelena managed to block half, but the other half landed squarely on her body, each just powerful enough to sting.
Rosily didn’t want to end things too quickly.
After all, once such a fun event ended, who knew if there would be another chance?
With a faint smile, Rosily stepped back a few paces, holding her wooden sword in one hand, her straight and shapely legs together, standing in the center of the field as if waiting for Yelena to recover.
Compared to Rosily, Yelena looked rather disheveled—her delicate little face flushed red, a few strands of her long hair stuck to her cheeks with sweat.
Her school uniform was a mess, and she panted heavily, biting her thin lips, her eyes shimmering with tears, looking for all the world as if she’d been bullied.
Yelena was a bit dazed from the beating, pain flaring across her body, while her opponent stood across from her completely unscathed.
It was an unprecedented humiliation.
Why?
Did she cheat?
All sorts of gazes stabbed at her like needles, but Yelena didn’t want to lose. Should she really use magic?
She had said she’d fight without magic…
Yelena hesitated. Rosily, instead of pressing the attack, began to toy with her like a cat playing with a mouse, intent on making Yelena give up resistance on her own.
Rosily regarded the tall, beautiful girl before her with great interest.
Just as Rosily was deciding where to leave her next mark on Yelena, she suddenly saw a red aura emerge from Yelena’s body.
At the same time, the ripples around Yelena grew more intense, prompting Rosily to put away her playful attitude and regard her opponent with newfound seriousness.
Yelena’s wine-red hair gradually shifted to a bright crimson, and the previously weakened aura surged back, as if she had been set ablaze.
In the stands, the black-haired boy known as Koster Jr. turned to look at his companion, while the brown-haired boy continued to watch Rosily intently.
The black-haired boy spoke. “She’s using her bloodline ability. That blonde girl is going to lose.”
“Don’t jump to conclusions. Let’s keep watching.”
Though the brown-haired boy said this, his smile was no longer as relaxed as before.
If Rosily lost, he’d be out a large sum of money.
The Swordsmanship Instructor was also watching Rosily seriously, eager to see how she would respond.
Bloodlines granted comprehensive advantages, and some high-level bloodlines even came with innate abilities. That’s why people spoke of being born strong, born noble.
Yelena possessed just such a high-grade bloodline!
Yet facing this utterly transformed Yelena, Rosily showed not a hint of fear.
After activating her bloodline, Yelena’s strength and speed more than tripled.
If she further enhanced her body with magic, she could reach five times her previous performance.
Glaring at Rosily, Yelena growled inwardly, I will never lose to you!
She dashed at Rosily, trailing a faint afterimage.
In the blink of an eye, she crossed the five-plus meters between them, and Rosily hadn’t moved at all.
Everyone who could follow Yelena’s movement immediately thought that Rosily was done for.
But what about Rosily?
At that moment, Rosily was distracted!
She recalled what Ailqi had taught her about the basics of magic…
Magic existed in all things, rarely interacting with physical reactions, but could be manipulated by spiritual power.
Based on this principle, people used this unique energy to construct magic.
Magic exists in all things—so were those ripples I saw magic?
Those floating, restless motes in the air—were they magic too?
Rosily let out a gentle breath, gripped her sword with both hands, and made what seemed like a simple horizontal slash.
Yet, a surge of air currents gathered along the blade of the wooden sword.
Crack!
The two wooden swords collided, and Yelena’s sword snapped in half!
The two passed each other, and Rosily gave a light twirl of her wooden sword.
Even though the blade didn’t touch Yelena’s body, it still sliced open the fabric at her side.
Taking the blow from the side, Yelena’s charge veered sharply to the left.
She tumbled to the ground five or six meters away, fresh blood seeping from her side.
After taking two steps and coming to a stop, Rosily’s wooden sword suddenly shattered in her hand. Those last two strikes were more than a mere piece of wood could withstand.
“Brilliant!”
At some point, the laid-back teacher had come forward and was now smiling at Rosily.
Ordinary swordsmen needed the blade itself to strike in order to cause harm.
But a true master could sever a stone pillar from a hundred meters away with nothing more than a supple twig.
This was Sword Qi—a young girl had actually managed to use the embryonic form of Sword Qi!
It had been so long since he’d seen such a talented swordswoman.
The last time was nine years ago, that silver-haired girl.
He wondered how she was doing now.
Maybe she even had a child already?
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