Chapter 420

Chapter 43 Lei Shui Order

Beyond the earthen wall, the crowd watching the fight was buzzing.

“Look, the dust is settling…”

“Peyiluo and Mr. Raekert are over there…”

“They stopped fighting? What happened, is it over…”

“Hey hey hey, did you see? Mr. Raekert…”

“Is he…?”

“He’s covering his nose…”

“It looks like he’s bleeding from his nose…”

“So that means…”

“Peyiluo…”

“She broke his nose…”

“…”

Gradually, the trainees seemed to figure out what was happening.

Although in most people’s eyes, this battle could be summed up as: Peyiluo rushed forward! She kicked away the renowned Mr. Raekert with one kick! They started fighting again! The smoke was so thick, nothing could be seen… Damn, Peyiluo came out! Damn, how did she become so strong?! Damn, Mr. Raekert tried to ambush her! They fell down again! The smoke was so thick… Eh? Why did they stop?

But once anyone saw Mr. Raekert’s bloody nose, they instantly understood what had happened in those few seconds before they disappeared into the smoke – this was also the consequence for some of the less perceptive fellows in the academy who provoked Peyiluo.

Mr. Raekert’s nose was broken.

This seemed to indicate…

Peyiluo, their little demon goddess, faced off against the strongest in the royal city, the captain of the Sword of Kanri, and actually won.

She actually won?!

When the reality came crashing down like a flood, the trainees’ emotions immediately went out of control.

“I can’t believe it! I can’t believe it! Peyiluo won—”

“Mr. Raekert’s nose is gone!”

“Peyiluo, I love you—”

“Peyiluo! Peyiluo! Peyiluo—”

The cheers were so loud that I could hardly hear what Raekert was mumbling on the other side.

But this didn’t affect my happiness.

“Giggles.”

I smiled and approached Forgiven Head, untying the square handkerchief from my wrist and handing it over.

“Blood, wipe it.”

After handing it over, I suddenly remembered I had used it to cushion my bottom for a while… My face heated up, and I wanted to take it back, but Raekert had already reached out and taken it.

The man’s nose continued to bleed. He took the handkerchief, shook off the dust on it, and hastily covered his nose, muttering, “You really hit hard; I feel like my nose might break… Hey, look at it, is it not deformed… Eh? Why is your face red?”

“No, no problem.”

It was just a handkerchief…

I turned away, trying hard not to think about it.

“We… shouldn’t fight anymore.”

Actually, I still felt a bit unsatisfied, wanting Raekert to try another assassination attempt on me, using only his senses and consciousness, to see what he could do… But it’s fine in the academy, fighting is too inconvenient, and being watched feels weird… Anyway, I’ve vented my anger, there’s no need to turn myself into a mud dog.

“Don’t fight, don’t fight… If we have the chance, we’ll go to the plain outside the city and find a place to have a serious fight.”

Huh? This guy actually thought the same thing…

“Mm-hm.”

I nodded and smiled at Raekert.

“Give me back the handkerchief.”

This playful duel ended like that.

But the trainees couldn’t come down from their excitement for a long time.

“I never imagined Peyiluo was so strong… No wonder she’s our little demon goddess by the Silver Lake! Oh my God, I’m so excited…”

“She’s really strong… I suddenly remember what Bugi said…”

“What…”

“At sixteen, Frost Order, black hair… becoming so strong, don’t you think…”

“No way…”

“When you say that… it seems…”

“Miss Silvija!”

“Oh my God…”

“Don’t talk nonsense, Miss Silvija is a great hero… how could it be Peyiluo…”

“You’ve all seen the painting, right? It’s very similar… How could it be a coincidence! Peyiluo is really strong! You’ve all seen it, right! She’s incredibly strong! That charisma… it’s not even in the same league as ours! She beat Mr. Raekert!”

“If it’s true…”

“Why hasn’t the academy said anything…”

“I don’t know… Principal Bertha has her own thoughts… maybe Peyiluo doesn’t want others to know…”

“I think… it’s not impossible…”

“I think it’s not… it’s just similar…”

Until I returned to my seat, such discussions and speculations continued to pour in from all directions.

But it didn’t matter.

No matter what they said, as long as neither I nor the academy acknowledged it, the rumors about the Pope’s knight Silvija would remain just that.

And I only cared about Sarah and the others; I was afraid they would react badly if they found out… but actually, it was okay. Since they knew, let those strangers say and think whatever they want, as long as it doesn’t affect my eating and drinking, and they don’t bother me, let them be…

If they dare to bother me, I’ll break their noses.

That’s what I thought in my heart.

After coming out of the earthen wall, I realized the sun in the sky was blindingly bright, and my hat was left on the open ground. There was no way to go back and get it now. Raekert said he would wash it and return it, so I sat down on the ground, raising my hand to shield my eyes.

But although the sun was scorching, the training ground wasn’t particularly hot, even a bit cool. After all, so many ice balls had just rained down… Those ice balls weren’t made of extreme ice, just ordinary ice blocks with slightly lower temperatures, but there were a lot, at least two or three hundred… I lost count, but they were all inside the earthen wall, and Teacher Melville was currently making

The person swept and piled up the ice balls in the corner for cooling purposes.

“…Peyello’s talent, even when compared to Queen Elizabeth, is on par with her. What you just witnessed was the true pinnacle of affinity between humans and order… Of course, due to the limitations of the venue, both sides struggled to fully utilize their strength, but that doesn’t matter. The most important thing is the astonishing awareness they demonstrated in this battle, especially Miss Peyello. She is younger than all of you, yet think carefully—would you have confidence to defeat her even without her order powers!”

Mr. Melville stood before the formation, his voice calm.

“The next match is between Beaudet and Lucía. Before that, I need to mention something about talent.”

“Many years ago… It must be around five or six hundred years ago. At that time, human warriors could possess two orders. Among them, the most familiar to you is the first Papal Knight, Angelica Iris. Her thunder-fire order… That wasn’t a new rule created by the fusion of original orders. Her power, as the name suggests, is the simultaneous possession of lightning and fire orders.”

“Those who possess two orders are undoubtedly powerful, with richer combat methods. People with dual orders were once designated by the church for cultivation, destined to become Papal Knights. This was the tradition until today, where such individuals are increasingly rare… But they aren’t entirely nonexistent.”

When the old man mentioned this, the trainees began to shout one name.

“Beaudet! Beaudet! Beaudet!”

“Yes, you know now. So please watch seriously.”

With that, the old man stepped back.

Dual Orders…

The gray ice residue on the school uniform stuck together and turned into mud under the sun. I scrubbed the obvious spots with my hands while watching Beaudet slowly enter the arena, smiling warmly like the sun. I noticed a freckled girl sneaking glances at me out of the corner of my eye.

Not only her, many others were looking at me too. I felt countless eyes on my back, which was somewhat annoying.

I raised my head and twisted my body, scanning behind me with widened eyes… Then everyone looked away, acting like startled rabbits, no longer whispering, but staring straight ahead, none daring to meet my gaze.

Hmph…

Stop looking at me.

I was satisfied and continued scrubbing my clothes.

… Perhaps after today, fewer people will dare to bother me.

Soon, the battle began.

The two in the arena seemed proficient with swords, so someone brought wooden ones for them. After Mr. Melville said “begin,” the standoff lasted only a few seconds before the fight erupted.

From the start, it was intense.

Boom boom boom boom—

In an instant, lightning flashed within the earthen walls, thunder booming. Beaudet used lightning, and so did Lucía. Countless bright blue arcs slashed open the earth, turning the ground into scorched black patches. Both moved swiftly, like gusts of wind, weaving through lightning and thunder. Beaudet, with his superior talent, produced thicker and brighter lightning, lashing it toward Lucía like whips. However, Lucía was much calmer, easily navigating through the lightning, occasionally striking back, forcing him to retreat.

Of course, they could afford such boldness because neither could truly harm the other. Just like when I practiced at Santel Castle, using frost order couldn’t hurt my father. The principle is the same; unless there’s a significant difference in affinity, their orders can’t be effectively utilized against each other.

Frost can solidify into balls, spikes, even sickles, but lightning can’t. Its attack relies almost solely on its inherent properties, akin to magical attacks.

I watched the battle while scrubbing my clothes, not paying too much attention to the details, only curious about Beaudet’s “dual orders,” which is why I kept glancing up.

The significant change happened around three minutes later.

Beaudet seemed to be struck by three consecutive blows, one hitting his head. If this were a real battle, he would have died, but since it was a class, after three strikes, he became more determined. Even Lucía seemed intrigued and started taking it seriously. At that moment, Beaudet raised his hand, his body instantly drenched. Clear water surged to his feet, and he swung his arm, sending the water upward, twisting into a stream that rushed towards Lucía.

Water Order…

Combined with lightning, it seems quite terrifying…

I thought to myself.

On the other side, after dodging two attacks, Lucía couldn’t avoid the third, getting hit by the water, her upper body instantly encased in a water ball.

The crowd gasped again.

Lucía didn’t panic after being wrapped in water. First, she tried to evaporate it with electricity, but it didn’t work. Unable to breathe and struggling to break free, she chose to charge directly at Beaudet, dodging two lightning bolts and slashing three times. Beaudet was clearly inferior in physical conditioning, scrambling desperately. The water splashed apart.

He tried to gather it again, but Lucía didn’t give him a chance.

She pressed forward, delivering several strikes. Her moves vaguely resembled those of Carlos and Victoria, and even had more variations than Victoria. Beaudet soon found himself overwhelmed. When Lucía swung her sword at his head, the wooden sword trembled lightly, emitting a purple glow.

Clang—

Lucía’s wooden sword shattered into two pieces.