In a sudden turn of events, Yajat found himself kneeling under an immense pressure, forced to his knees. A towering figure strode onto the stage, his voice booming, "How dare you touch my daughter!"
Fear gnawed at Yajat's resolve, the chasm in power between them a chilling reality. He felt utterly helpless, despite the injustice.
Though the crowd knew the truth of the Princess's dismissal, none dared to speak against the mighty city lord. The cunning Princess, quick to exploit the situation, feigned a pathetic expression, further fueling her father's rage.
"You scoundrel!" roared the city lord, "You used foul methods to cheat! You will pay dearly for your sin today!"
With those words, a colossal palm print materialized, imbued with devastating power, hurtling towards Yajat. It was evident that the city lord wouldn't grant Yajat the opportunity to explain or plead.
As the immense palm loomed over the helpless boy, a crimson figure suddenly emerged, effortlessly bisecting the attack with a swift, elegant motion. The city lord, his face contorted with a deep frown, recognized the woman in red - a junior professor from the prestigious Imperial Academy.
"Do you truly dare harm the one who has rightfully earned the championship, and consequently, a place at the esteemed Imperial Academy?" the woman inquired, a slight smile playing on her lips.
The city lord's conflict deepened. Despite his seemingly invincible status, he knew better than to antagonize the Imperial Academy. Even a junior professor held the rank of S, with senior professors reaching the formidable SS rank. The academy's dean, a figure of immense power, was revered as an SSS ranker. Their rigorous training and experience placed them far beyond even his own capabilities.
As an S ranker himself, the city lord wouldn't even dream of engaging in combat with a mere A-ranked student from the Imperial Academy.