Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

DiCeopolis frowned, his face more serious than ever before. Faced with Charne's question, he remained silent for a long time before finally closing his eyes reluctantly and shaking his head:

"I can't see clearly."

With his skill, he could actually see Roy's movement trajectory clearly and perceive the afterimage that was as fast as lightning and vanished in an instant. Perhaps on the field, when he was fully focused, he could see it more clearly, but that would be meaningless because his body couldn't keep up.

Even disregarding the effects of Oripathy on his body, it would be difficult enough to detect Roy's actions and counter his speed simultaneously. Besides, who's to say Roy was necessarily using his full strength?

Everyone knows that the reason why the Meteor Knight has such a great reputation is because of a unique spell that looks like a meteor from outer space. However, since entering the main stage of the Major, Roy has almost never used that Great Desolate Meteor again. He is hiding his true strength!

While pretending to be indifferent and fighting the Left-Handed Knight for two hours, he insisted on concealing his true abilities, not even using magic, and directly competing with Whipblade in terms of physical strength. Why was he hiding his true abilities like this?

It's all for dealing with the Candle Knight and himself! To be precise, the Candle Knight has already witnessed that move, so it can only be used to counter him!

The Blood Knight sighed and said frankly, "If I were to fight him based solely on my physical abilities, I would have less than a 30% chance of winning. That speed is too fast; even if my brain can react in time, my body won't have time to defend itself."

Charne nodded. This answer was within his expectations. After all, even someone like him who had watched almost all of Meteor Knight's matches would still let out a heartfelt exclamation after seeing his performance today.

But he also knew that the Blood Knight's words had a hidden meaning.

"Physical abilities can be equalized with better equipment and weapons, but what about Originium Arts?"

The Blood Knight smiled reassuringly and nodded firmly to Charne.

"I am confident in my Originium Arts."

"My blood magic, when unleashed at full power, can cover the entire arena. At that time, his every move will be sensed by my blood. No matter how fast he is, I can detect it in advance. As for that Great Desolate Starfall move..."

He paused, then said seriously:

"I believe my passion is enough to shatter the stars."

Believe? That's not what I want to hear. Charne thought to himself. He wished the Blood Knight could give him a guarantee, but unfortunately, that was almost impossible.

For the time being, no one can counter the Great Wilderness Starfall; this is the consensus among everyone in the Kazimierz Knights' Arena. Charne has tried to find a way, even going so far as to sift through the serious nonsense spouted by laymen online, attempting to find some ways to broaden his thinking. But unfortunately, this thing is like mathematics—if you don't know it, you don't know it; if you don't have it, you don't have it.

“But today’s match did give me some inspiration.” The Blood Knight suddenly spoke, causing the despairing Charne to raise his head.

“Zofia’s approach is correct. She has undoubtedly grasped the key point. Roy is very strong, and his Originium Arts are extremely powerful. Even I wouldn’t have much of a chance in a head-on confrontation. But we don’t necessarily need to fight head-on. The best way is to end the battle quickly, so that he can’t unleash those spells that we can’t handle.”

The Blood Knight's magic could counter Roy's superior physical abilities, which made him confident that he wouldn't be weaker than Roy in a pure contest of strength, nor would he face a situation where he was physically outmatched like Zofia. Therefore, Zofia's tactics were feasible.

Powerful spells always consume a lot of energy, and Roy is only human. He can't cast spells again and again. As long as he shortens the match time as much as possible, he can force Roy to be unable to cast spells, or only be able to cast them once before he has no time to recover.

"It's like fighting a boss in a game. If you know a boss has a terrifying ultimate move, there's no need to try to tank it. Just go all in and kill it before it unleashes its ultimate attack."

Charne nodded, and the analogy he used made DiCeopolis turn around and look at him unexpectedly, as if to say, "You, the spokesperson, actually play video games?"

But his summary was undoubtedly accurate. Reality isn't a game, and Roy doesn't have the ability to stay healthy. Even the most powerful skills are meaningless if they can't be used. Decaopolis's goal was to exploit this opportunity, interrupting the Great Wilderness Meteor Shower and defeating Roy!

"But this requires sufficient practice and data on the Great Wilderness Starfall. The current information is far from enough."

"Dicaibolis said. Charner nodded:"

"Leave this to me. Isn't there still the semi-finals?"

"Our second seed has already witnessed the Great Wilderness Starfall once. If he comes again, he should have enough experience, right?"

"Well then, everyone, let's look forward to the next round of quarterfinals tomorrow!" Mob's voice rang out, bringing today's Major to a close.

Volume 1: Chapter 83 Is the success rate probably 100%?

"Ah~ I lost! But I'm not so upset about it."

With her arms outstretched and legs taut, Zofia stretched lazily on the sofa, murmuring contentedly.

"Well....."

"After all, Auntie did her best." Maria sat to the side, carefully applying ointment to Zofia. If the bruises left from the special training were not treated soon, they might become internal injuries that would affect her for life.

In comparison, the battle with Roy didn't seem as painful as I had imagined; he barely left any decent scars.

"I've tried so hard, but I still can't get rid of your little mouth!" Zofia glared at Maria. "Call me 'sister,' call me 'sister,' I've told you so many times! I'm only a few years older than you!"

Maria scratched her head: "Hehe."

"Um......"

Marna sat indifferently to the side, watching the interaction between the two, and sighed softly, saying, "This time it was my mistake. I didn't expect him to use a bow in the competition. The training was in the wrong direction, no wonder you lost so badly."

"I......"

"Tragic? Not really, right?" Zofia seemed quite relieved. "The bow was one of Roy's weapons anyway, so it wouldn't be surprising if he chose to use it at any time. Rather, what concerns me more is something else—Maria!"

Zofia's voice suddenly turned sinister, and Maria trembled, asking in alarm, "W-what's wrong? Sister Zofia?"

Now you know to call me "sister"? Too late!

Zofia sneered, "When I was competing with Roy, I heard him say that he only took out his bow and arrow to fight me because of Maria's request. Do you have any clue about that?"

“I…” Maria wanted to say that she wanted Master Roy to go easy on her, but the words stuck in her throat.

For someone as proud as my aunt, letting her opponent go easy on her might be even more shameful than simply admitting defeat because she's not as skilled.

Not to mention, he had completely misunderstood Roy's intentions.

It’s better not to say it.

Maria lowered her head, looking dejected and resigned. Unexpectedly, Zofia simply sat up, gently patted her head, and comforted her:

“Well done, Maria. Don’t be afraid. The meaning of life is to climb to the top. How could I blame you for a great fight?”

"Uh-huh, so can you guys please stop ignoring me?" Roy, who had finally found an opportunity to interject, shouted loudly, unable to contain himself any longer.

He rambled on and on for ages, making it seem like he was some kind of mentally challenged person, unable to even speak fluently. Every time he tried to speak, he was interrupted. His whole family of ponies ganged up on him, as if he were part of a blonde clique. What, so great about being a blonde? I can dye my hair blue, so why can't I dye it blonde?

Fortunately, his shout had an effect. Apart from Uncle Marna, who had made all the wrong predictions and lost face, Zofia and Maria both turned around and looked at Roy.

Zofia covered her mouth in surprise: "Oh my, when did the Meteor Knight arrive?"

Maria's eyes widened as well: "When did Master Roy come to my house?"

Roy: "......."

When did you two awaken your manipulative personalities? Didn't I meet up with you guys right after the competition and we went home together? Little Maria even left the door open for me when we got there, so why are you pretending not to notice now?

Seeing Roy's exasperated expression, Zofia's mood improved considerably. She waved her hand and said, "Alright, enough joking. Roy, what's up?"

Roy looked Zofia up and down, then shook his head: "She used to be there, but she's gone now."

This wasn't a joke about Zofia. The reason Roy specifically followed Zofia home after the match wasn't to create some big news for the media, but simply to check on Zofia's health.

After all, in the original story, Zofia had to withdraw from the competition and announce her retirement due to a wrist injury after the round of 16 to the quarterfinals. Now, although Roy defeated Rift Knight in advance, allowing Zofia to safely advance from the round of 16 to the quarterfinals, the quarterfinals are still a hurdle.

Roy didn't use any special moves during the match, defeating Zofia solely based on his original speed and strength. This was partly out of respect for Zofia as a warrior, and partly because he didn't want to hurt her further. Otherwise, a match where all attacks are concentrated on the final move, with almost no prior contact or friction, would seem somewhat cumbersome and unnecessary.

However, it seems that Zofia is indeed alright. Although the origin of her injuries is unknown, they were clearly not self-inflicted, so she can't be blamed for them. Moreover, they weren't serious injuries. With proper rest, she will be as energetic as ever after she recovers.

Good things are all good things.

Seeing Roy tell a riddle, Zofia smiled teasingly:

"So you made this special trip just to see Maria apply medicine to my wound?"

Lying on the sofa, revealing her smooth buttocks and slender waist, the outline of her abdominal muscles was faintly visible, and her alluring S-curve and long legs were on full display. This was Zofia's current state before Roy. The bruises, while somewhat detracting from her beauty, only made her more pitiful and endearing—that was Zofia's charm.

Marna kept her face hidden behind the newspaper, trying to appear like a virtuous gentleman, but Roy's gaze had been wandering over Zofia's body quite a bit while checking her injuries. Now, if Miss Whipblade decides to report her, the news that the Meteor Knight broke into Whipblade's house late at night with malicious intent and was caught red-handed will be on the front page of all the news media in Kazimierz.

Roy's hasty denial, "No, no," only made Zofia laugh.

"Just kidding, you're worried about my health, I can tell from your eyes."

"Besides, even if you really have some plans, I believe you wouldn't use this method. I wouldn't mind if you tried pursuing me; the success rate would probably be quite high."

How high is it? Zofia felt that, conservatively speaking, the probability of her falling for him was probably ninety-nine percent.

Strong, humorous, and capable of playing dumb at the right time, Roy's personality is likable in every way. Not to mention that he is now a promising young knight with unlimited potential for the future. What girl wouldn't be attracted to him?

Unfortunately, when Zofia mustered up the courage to say those words, Roy's face only showed a helpless and embarrassed expression.

Either he's not interested in me, or he has some unspeakable secret. To be honest, Roy's resume is indeed very mysterious; so much so that almost no media outlet has mentioned his past.

Knowing this, and to avoid making the atmosphere awkward, Zofia added another joke:

"What a pity, Mr. Roy has always been thinking about Margaret."

“That’s a scandal fabricated by the wine newspaper!” Roy and Maria chimed in at the same time.

Skipping over that topic, Roy changed the subject and looked at Marner, saying, "Speaking of which, I have a little something to ask Marner about."

The conversation paused, and Marna stood up knowingly, nodded, and walked towards the balcony. Roy also nodded to the two of them, and under Zofia's "go ahead" gaze, he walked towards the balcony.

"What's the matter?" Marna asked, glancing at the darkening night in Kazimir, just a street away where neon lights never sleep.

"Please help me contact someone. You know this person, you're very familiar with them."

Marner frowned: "Who?"

Roy said, "Toran."

Volume 1: Chapter 84 I'm Afraid of Entering the Sea Heir's World Destruction Timeline

"Looking for me? Who is it?"

Outside Kavaleria, at a bounty hunters' temporary camp. The black-haired Sarkaz, his horns shaved off, blended almost seamlessly into the night, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth.

"Roy? Who's that? Never heard of him. Is he your friend?"

Toran popped an unidentified fruit into his mouth as a late-night snack, chewing while mumbling a question on his forehead.