As the second round commenced, the elder announced the matchups, and immediately, all eyes turned to Roy and Kina.
Kina—Level 42, an elite disciple, and a recognized genius. Gifted with lightning attributes, he was one of the academy's most highly cultivated talents. Facing Roy, a mere inner disciple of humble origins, he didn't even bother to look directly at him.
"Just get off the stage yourself. I don't feel like wasting my time," Kina said coldly, arms crossed, his face filled with disdain.
However, Roy stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, as if Kina's words were beneath his notice.
Kina frowned, displeased.
"Did you not hear me? If I have to make a move, you won't even have the privilege of crawling away—I'll end you."
Roy remained silent. Then, he slowly raised his eyes and spoke just one sentence, his voice calm and unwavering:
"Leave now, before I change my mind."
——The entire arena fell into silence.
For a moment, there was only stillness—
Then, bursts of laughter erupted from the spectators below.
"Is this guy insane?!"
"Did he just tell Kina to leave? Does he not realize Kina is an elite disciple?"
"This is getting interesting… Does he actually have the confidence to back it up?"
Kina's expression darkened instantly, his eyes flashing with killing intent.
"You want to die? Fine. I'll grant your wish."
——BOOM!
A terrifying surge of lightning erupted from Kina's body!
Electric blue arcs crackled and coiled around him, dancing like thunderous serpents. The very air sizzled with heat, the ground beneath him beginning to blacken and crack from the sheer intensity of his power!
"Thunderstorm Strike!"
Kina lunged forward—his speed was blinding!
In the blink of an eye, a long spear of lightning formed in his grasp, its energy surging wildly. Like a raging storm, he thrust it toward Roy with the force of a violent tempest!
It was so fast that even the air seemed to warp, the howling winds tearing across the stage.
At that moment—
Roy remained unmoved.
His expression remained calm—his eyes still void of any fluctuation.
He raised his hand slightly, the aura around him subtly shifting.
——And then, he spoke.
"Is that all?"
——BOOM!!!
"Thunder Annihilation Sword Art: Second Layer!"
Lightning exploded across the arena!
Roy's sword hummed violently, gathering a terrifying concentration of thunder energy. Sparks crackled across the blade, forming an overwhelming aura of lightning-infused sword intent!
Then—a devastating arc of lightning cleaved through the air, slashing directly at Kina!
At the same time—an overwhelming sword intent burst forth!
"Sword Intent?!"
Kina's pupils shrank in disbelief!
And before he could even react—he felt his own lightning energy become chaotic and unstable!
——It was being suppressed.
"Impossible! How can an inner disciple have mastered two types of intent?!"
Lightning Intent! Sword Intent!
Both at mid-tier proficiency!
This meant that Roy's comprehension and mastery over battle techniques surpassed most geniuses at his level—even rivaling elite and direct disciples!
——BOOM!!!
The thunderous sword strike tore through the air like a roaring lightning dragon, crashing toward Kina with unstoppable force!
Kina's face drastically changed. Realizing the imminent danger, he desperately raised his spear to defend himself!
"Thunderstorm Shield!"
A swirling barrier of wind and lightning formed before him, hoping to withstand Roy's devastating attack!
But—
——CRACK!!!
The shield lasted for only a split second—before shattering into pieces!
And then—
——BOOM!!!
The lightning sword strike landed directly on Kina!
He let out a muffled groan as his body was launched across the stage like a broken kite, crashing near the edge!
His robes were torn, his chest scorched, blood trailing from his lips.
His spear slipped from his grasp, clattering onto the ground as he lay there, trembling in disbelief.
——The entire arena was silent.
Disciples stared, their eyes wide with shock.
"How… how is this possible?!"
"Roy didn't just win… he completely crushed Kina?!"
"This is insane! He's mastered both Lightning Intent and Sword Intent at mid-tier?!"
Up in the observation pavilion, the academy headmaster suddenly shot up from his seat!
Then—he burst into laughter.
"Hahahahaha!!"
His eyes gleamed with excitement as he stared at Roy, grinning with satisfaction.
"Excellent! Truly excellent!"
His gaze was intense, his thoughts racing.
"A dual-intent prodigy, both at mid-tier? This is monstrous talent! Our academy's rankings are bound to soar this year!"
The surrounding elders exchanged glances, all of them nodding in agreement, equally astonished.
"This boy's comprehension… is absolutely terrifying."
"His talent is no less than a direct disciple's!"
Back on the stage, Roy slowly stepped toward Kina, standing over him with an emotionless gaze.
Then, he spoke softly.
"Didn't you just tell me to leave?"
Kina's face turned deathly pale. His body trembled, his fists clenching as rage and humiliation surged through him.
"You..."
Roy's voice remained calm—yet carried an undeniable weight.
"Remember this—before acting arrogant, make sure you're actually qualified."
Then, he turned and walked off the stage.
The elder's voice rang out:
"Roy wins! He advances to the next round!"
——The arena erupted into cheers!
Alice jumped excitedly, waving her hands. "Roy was so cool!!"
Veil, standing beside her, smirked slightly.
"It seems… our ambitions can rise even higher."
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As the second round began, the elder announced the battle matchups, and everyone's attention instantly focused on Roy and Chinna.
Chinna, Level 42, an elite disciple, had always considered himself a genius. With an innate talent for lightning attributes, he was one of the sect's key cultivators. Facing Roy, a mere inner disciple of common origins, he didn't even bother to look at him properly.
"Get off the stage yourself. I can't be bothered to make a move." Chinna crossed his arms, his tone cold and full of disdain.
However, Roy stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm, as if he hadn't even registered Chinna's words.
"Did you not hear me?" Chinna frowned, his gaze turning impatient. "If I have to act, you won't even have the chance to crawl away—I'll take your life directly."
Roy remained silent, slowly raising his gaze before speaking in a calm yet commanding tone:
"Leave. Before I change my mind."
—The entire arena fell silent!
Moments later, laughter erupted from the crowd below the stage.
"Is this guy insane?"
"He actually told Chinna to leave? Does he not know Chinna is an elite disciple?"
"Interesting… Could it be that he's actually confident?"
Chinna's expression darkened instantly, his gaze filled with killing intent.
"You want to die? Fine, I'll grant your wish!"
—Boom!
A terrifying surge of lightning erupted from Chinna's body. Blazing blue arcs of electricity coiled around him, crackling and hissing like living serpents. He seemed like a thunder god descending upon the arena. The air became thick with an intense, scorching energy, and even the ground trembled with crackling bursts of electricity.
"Thunderwind Thrust!"
Chinna stepped forward abruptly, his entire figure vanishing in a flash of lightning. In his hands, a long spear of pure thunder energy formed, and with a storm-like force, he lunged at Roy like a bolt of lightning tearing through the sky!
The attack was unimaginably fast. A violent storm of lightning enveloped the stage, seemingly ready to pierce Roy in the next instant!
However—
Roy remained calm, his eyes devoid of the slightest ripple of fear. He slowly lifted his hand as a surge of lightning energy coursed through his body, his sword intent rising sharply!
"Is this all?"
—Boom!
"Thunder Annihilation Sword Art: Second Form!"
In an instant, lightning exploded across the arena!
Roy's sword trembled in his grasp, gathering an overwhelming force of pure thunder. Electricity crackled wildly along the blade, and an enormous sword shadow, wreathed in thunder, tore through the air, slashing straight toward Chinna!
At the same time, an oppressive sword intent burst forth!
"A sword intent?!"
Chinna's pupils shrank in shock. But before he could react, he suddenly felt the surrounding lightning elements become chaotic—he was being suppressed!
"This is impossible! How does an inner disciple comprehend two types of intents?"
Lightning intent! Sword intent! Both at mid-level mastery!
This meant that Roy's comprehension and battle insights had surpassed most so-called geniuses at the same level, even rivaling elite and personal disciples!
—Boom!
The thunderous sword shadow ripped through the air, roaring like a dragon of lightning as it hurtled toward Chinna!
Chinna's expression changed drastically. He gritted his teeth and unleashed all his strength, brandishing his Thunderwind Spear in an attempt to counter.
"Thunderwind Shield!"
A spinning storm of lightning erupted before him, forming a protective barrier to block Roy's attack!
However—
—Crack!
The Thunderwind Shield shattered in an instant!
The thunderous sword shadow struck Chinna directly!
—Boom!
Chinna let out a muffled groan as he was sent flying like a broken kite, crashing heavily near the edge of the stage. His robes were torn, his chest scorched black, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
His Thunderwind Spear slipped from his grasp, falling to the ground with a clatter. He lay there in shock and disbelief.
—The entire arena fell silent!
The watching disciples stared wide-eyed, utterly stunned.
"H-how is this possible?!"
"Roy didn't just win—he completely crushed Chinna?!"
"He's comprehended mid-level lightning and sword intent?!"
Up in the viewing pavilion, the sect master shot up from his seat in astonishment!
"Hahaha!" The sect master burst into laughter, his eyes filled with excitement. "Excellent! Absolutely excellent!"
His gaze burned as he looked at Roy on the stage, nodding with great satisfaction. "To cultivate both lightning intent and sword intent to the mid-level? This is a monstrous talent! With him, our sect will surely rank higher in the coming tournament!"
The elders exchanged glances, equally amazed.
"This boy's comprehension is terrifying!"
"His talent rivals even personal disciples!"
On stage, Roy slowly approached the fallen Chinna, looking down at him with an impassive expression.
"Didn't you just tell me to leave?"
Chinna's face was ashen. He gritted his teeth, his entire body trembling with humiliation and unwillingness.
"You…"
"Next time you act arrogant, make sure you actually have the right to do so."
Roy said calmly, then turned and walked off the stage.
The elder's voice echoed across the arena: "Roy wins! Advancing to the next round!"
The crowd erupted into chaos!
Alice jumped excitedly. "Roy is so cool!"
Veil smirked slightly. "Looks like we can aim even higher now."
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