Word of Lucian's power spread quickly through the academy, and students began to challenge him to friendly duels, hoping to test their skills against his mysterious strength.
One afternoon, Marcus Draven, a well-known third-year student and a talented swordsman, approached Lucian. Marcus was respected for his magic and swordplay, and he was known to be slightly arrogant, though he usually had the skills to back it up.
"Lucian, isn't it?" Marcus said, eyeing him critically. "I've heard a lot about your… talents. Care for a duel?"
Lucian inclined his head. "If that's what you wish."
A crowd gathered in the academy's dueling arena, excitement buzzing through the air. The students whispered amongst themselves, eager to see if Lucian's power was as great as the rumors suggested.
Marcus drew his sword, its blade glowing with enchanted energy. "I'll go easy on you, since you're new here," he said, smirking.
Lucian couldn't help but smile. "I appreciate the gesture, but there's no need."
The duel began, and Marcus launched forward, casting a rapid series of spells while striking with his enchanted blade. Lucian deftly countered each strike with minimal effort, weaving his way around the attacks. To everyone watching, it looked as if he was barely trying.
Growing frustrated, Marcus gathered his mana and cast a powerful lightning spell, sending a bolt crackling toward Lucian.
With a casual wave of his hand, Lucian absorbed the spell, dispersing the energy with ease. Gasps erupted from the crowd, and Marcus's eyes widened in shock.
"You… you're not just talented. You're a monster," Marcus muttered, lowering his sword.
Lucian smiled politely. "Perhaps just well-practiced."
The duel ended with Lucian's victory, and word of his skills spread even further through the academy.