Chapter 290: How could the rumors be true?

The drawing of lots was tense, with thirteen junior professionals lining up one by one.

The order of the queue was based on their strength rankings in school, with the stronger ones placed further ahead.

There weren’t many people worth noting; the usually low-key Swallow was surprisingly ranked among the last three or four.

“Who do you think our first opponent will be?” Lilith asked, dressed in a neat knight’s uniform, with a jeweled sword at her waist, her eyes as clear as water, as she gently twirled a strand of her smooth golden hair around her finger.

“The top knight is Mike Bordo, a relative of Count Bordo, eighteen years old this year, a quasi-intermediate knight, who was held back a year because of failing grades in liberal arts.”

“The top warrior is Sleip Cameron, the second son of Lord Cameron, seventeen years old, a quasi-intermediate warrior.

He chose to be a warrior instead of a knight because his older brother is a knight genius, and he himself prefers the warrior profession.

It’s said that he secretly participated in mercenary missions while at school.”

Little Will wasn’t completely ignorant of these people; he knew some general information.

However, he hadn’t encountered anyone that particularly caught his attention.

Around this time last year, they had all undergone physical examinations by the church, so there weren’t any major issues.

Under the Eye of Appraisal, Little Will indeed found no followers of demons or devils, which put his mind at ease.

Drake Advanced Academy was no ordinary place; it was much more sensitive than Nobili Noble Academy.

If something went wrong here, the consequences would be unimaginable.

“Mike Bordo, number sixteen.”

“Sleip Cameron, number fifteen.”

“…”

“Swallow Swift, number three.”

Coincidence? Heh heh, Little Will glanced at the two teachers, Senior Knight Red and Senior Warrior Soger, a faint curve appearing at the corner of his lips.

Aren’t the two of you afraid of shooting yourselves in the foot?

Such obvious targeting, anyone who isn’t an idiot would see it.

Sure enough, Principal Odyssey’s beard was bristling, and his eyes were wide.

Little Will and Lilith exchanged a smile, “A quick victory?”

“Three moves should be enough.

Opponents like this aren’t very interesting.

If we don’t suppress their arrogance now, it might become more troublesome later,” Little Will replied casually.

Hearing his name called on the arena, he slowly walked over.

Mike Bordo had heard the name Will Declan more than any other peer this past year, but he couldn’t bring himself to like this child, who was three years younger than him.

Other people’s children were always annoying.

He was the strongest young knight in Drake City, an eighteen-year-old quasi-intermediate knight.

In less than two years, he would be promoted to ultimate knight, becoming a pawn for his family in the city defense army.

But this teenager, only fourteen and a half, not yet fifteen, had advanced to intermediate knight after only a year and a half of knight training?

Mike didn’t believe such rumors.

He had watched carefully when Will and Lilith fought against the Mabuster Youth Group.

Those Mabuster youths were indeed genuine junior professionals, but none of them were veterans.

And Will and Lilith couldn’t instantly defeat that group, which was enough to show that their strength wasn’t actually very strong.

They might have awakened a fighting qi seed, but intermediate knight was probably an exaggeration.

Although he wanted to kick the opponent directly off the stage, the etiquette process could not be skipped.

Mike pointed his longsword, “Will Declan, I’ve heard your name so much my ears are almost calloused.

A fourteen-year-old intermediate knight, only an amateur would believe such a joke.

Today, I’ll show you your true strength.”

Mike Bordo gripped his sword with both hands, pushing off the ground with his feet, and charged towards Little Will like an arrow shot from a bow.

He raised his longsword high, bringing it down with all his might from above, his entire body’s strength highly concentrated.

“It’s here, Mike Bordo’s Gale Step Tiger Slash!” The crowd below burst into an uproar, cheering on Drake Advanced Academy’s top knight.

Little Will, instead of retreating, advanced.

He took a half-step forward, his longsword still sheathed, and simply swung it.

Seemingly slow but actually fast, it struck Mike’s stomach.

Mike, whose power accumulation was incomplete, was sent flying high like a ball, landing with a “bang” and rolling seven or eight meters away.

His longsword also clattered to the ground, and he struggled for a while before finally getting up.

Mike’s face was extremely grim.

His ultimate move was instantly broken?

The opponent wasn’t intimidated by his aura; not only did he not retreat, but he seized the moment when his aura was about to reach its peak and sent him flying with one move?

He couldn’t discern much about the speed or strength; it didn’t seem too difficult to understand.

But the timing was incredibly precise.

The arena fell silent.

As the saying goes, experts look at the technique, while laymen look at the spectacle.

But this spectacle wasn’t what they wanted to see.

After all, Mike was their school’s top knight, yet he was so easily defeated by a freshman?

“I admit I underestimated you.

Now I will use my strongest move, a move I haven’t fully mastered myself.

I hope you don’t die by my sword!” Mike’s face was gloomy as he slowly walked over, picked up his longsword from the ground, and then leisurely stood five or six meters in front of Little Will.

“This stance? It’s a Battle Qi Slash!” A collective gasp rose from the audience, even the knight apprentices, junior knights, warrior apprentices, and junior warriors exclaimed.

Battle Qi, this was the symbol of an intermediate professional.

Mike, at only eighteen, had already activated his Battle Qi seed.

His future entry into intermediate knight had virtually no barriers; it was merely a matter of accumulating enough experience for it to happen naturally.

Little Will watched Mike struggle for a long time, brewing his battle qi, while the students below applauded and praised him, causing his forehead to twitch.

“Classmate, are you here to be funny?”

“If this were a battlefield, I would have killed you ten times over by now.

Even giving birth isn’t as slow as you are.”

“Battle Qi Slash!” Seemingly having brewed enough, Mike Bordo shouted, and his longsword abruptly slashed out, a dazzling streak of battle qi shooting from the sword directly at Little Will.

Cheers and gasps from the audience erupted simultaneously.

Little Will casually waved his hand, and an identical sword qi flew out, striking Mike’s battle qi first and dispersing it.

The cheers from the audience instantly vanished.

“Your clown show should be over, shouldn’t it?

This boring match almost put me to sleep.

If you have no other so-called ultimate moves, then get down.”

Little Will’s voice was soft, but Mike heard it clearly.

He watched with wide eyes as the opposing youth reached him in just two or three steps; he saw it clearly, but couldn’t react in time.

The sheathed longsword struck, and Mike only had time to cross his longsword in front of him.

A powerful force hit him, and his body once again left the ground, flying more than ten meters with a whistling sound, landing with a “thud” below the arena.

This time it didn’t hurt as much, but it shocked him even more.

At such speed and strength, the opponent could still control his power to knock him off the stage without injury.

He lost! He lost so badly.

Three moves? No, in fact, the opponent only casually swung his sword three times.

He lost before the sword even left its sheath.

He had lost his ability to move for a short time after the first move, but the opponent was too lazy to simply throw him off, instead waiting for him to unleash his strongest attack, casually breaking it, and then, with a very disappointed expression, throwing him down.

“First match, Will Declan wins!” Although very displeased, Senior Knight Red still announced the winner.

Little Will gave the knight teacher a deep look, nodded slightly, and slowly walked off the stage.

It was then that the students of Drake Advanced Academy realized the battle was over.

It had ended in a very childish manner.

Their top knight had almost no power to retaliate against that small youth, being knocked down in just a few moves.

The second match quickly began.

Lilith’s pace was also unhurried.

On the arena, Sleip Cameron was enjoying the cheers and applause, but he was very nervous at the moment.

Mike’s defeat had put too much pressure on him.

The two of them were known as the Twin Heroes of Drake Advanced Academy, with similar strength, evenly matched.

Even if they wanted to determine a winner, it would take three to five hundred moves.

However, in the hands of that young boy, Mike hadn’t even lasted three moves.

Just seeing him casually unleash sword qi showed that he was a true intermediate knight, not a half-baked quasi-intermediate professional like himself and Mike.

Will Declan’s identity as an intermediate professional had been confirmed, so what about Lilith Kendall?

Was she also an intermediate professional, as rumored?

“Do you need me to give you a few moves?” Lilith stood still, a faint curve appearing at the corner of her lips as she looked at the slightly nervous Sleip, causing him to lose himself for a moment.

Was the eldest daughter of the Kendall family really so beautiful?

No wonder she could drive so many young men at Nobili Noble Academy crazy.

Lilith’s guard retinue was very famous, and it hadn’t diminished even after rumors of her having a fiancé.

Sleip took a deep breath and suddenly asked, “Do you really possess the strength of an intermediate professional?

Are the rumors true?”

“Rumors? You said yourself they’re just rumors.

How can rumors be true?” Lilith pouted disdainfully.

She was a senior knight; the rumored intermediate knight couldn’t possibly be her, and even less likely Will Declan.

Sleip’s spirits lifted.

Since it wasn’t true, didn’t that mean he still had a chance?

The appearance of one such young intermediate knight was already rare; they couldn’t all be intermediate knights.

Hmm, the girl in front of him should be the weaker one; otherwise, why was she always listed second whenever their names appeared together?

Thinking this, Sleip relaxed slightly.

After the courtesies, he very gentlemanly assumed a defensive stance: “I am older than you, and as a senior at the academy, I’ll let you make the first move.”

Lilith raised an eyebrow, saying with a hint of amusement, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, you go ahead and attack first.” Sleip’s defensive posture was standard, but that was all it was: standard.

Lilith’s longsword also remained sheathed, slightly raised: “In that case, I won’t be polite.

Be careful.” As soon as she finished speaking, a sword qi shot out.

Sleip’s face turned pale with shock.

You big liar, didn’t you say you weren’t an intermediate knight?

What the hell is this sword qi?

Quasi-intermediate warriors and quasi-intermediate knights can also unleash Battle Qi Slashes, but each time requires a moment of preparation.

Someone who can unleash a Battle Qi attack so casually is definitely not a quasi-intermediate professional.

“Clang!” “Clang!” “Clang!” Lilith casually unleashed three sword qis, and Sleip was struck by her sword qis, step by step pushed to the edge of the arena, and finally fell backward off the stage.

The match was even more boring than the first, and it ended even faster.