I find it very sacred to pick someone up and make them a saint.

Amidst the deafening cheers, Funila stared wide-eyed at the ground, her vision blurring and swaying.

She knew she had failed; she knew it when she saw the incredibly thick shield. But she still unleashed her full power, leaving herself with no energy.

If she loses this contest, she will lose everything, her entire life. She never imagined that someone else could become a saint, and she cannot bear that prospect.

But have I really failed?

Didn't Lucia also do everything in her power to block my "Holy Flame Baptism"? She didn't have the ability to defeat me either, so why should I be the one to surrender?

Lucia withdrew her shield spell and calmly looked at Furilla.

As the crowd watched the two lock eyes, they gradually realized something was amiss:

"What do you mean? Nobody's surrendering? How can we determine who wins and who loses?"

"Are we burning ropes to buy time? Are we supposed to wait for them to spend days here recovering their energy?"

"Can't we leave either?"

Amidst the chaos, Mien remained calm and observed everything with composure.

Lucia recovered her composure and mindset from the huge shock she had just experienced.

She took a step forward, walking step by step towards Funila.

Light energy gathered faintly in his left hand, and for the first time, he condensed a holy light spell.

Furnila's pupils suddenly contracted.

Lucia still has energy left?!

How is that possible?

Even if you already know that Lucia's Light Resonance is higher than yours, it can't be this high, right?

Would she dare to hold back and block that attack again?

Funila looked at Lucia's face and saw her resolute eyes. There was no way she wouldn't dare to do it to herself.

"I have no choice but to surrender," he thought to himself, realizing that all hope was lost.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Unwilling to accept it, uttering those three words meant that his life was completely over, and he had been utterly defeated by Lucia.

She gritted her teeth and refused to surrender.

Bishop Phil, having seen Furnila from childhood to adulthood, immediately understood her thoughts and actions.

He immediately stood up anxiously.

Mien also stood up, extending his left hand to gently block Bishop Phil's approach as he prepared to intervene.

"Your Excellency Bishop Phil, please abide by the rules announced before the written test. No one may interfere before the end of the test unless someone surrenders or loses all ability to resist."

Please also respect the Imperial Temple Academy.

Bishop Phil felt helpless and angry, and was about to glare at Mien,

But then they heard Mien say, "But Lord Phil, if Funila can surrender willingly, you can end this match immediately."

He immediately understood what Mien meant, and a faint golden light appeared on his face as he prepared to use a communication spell to notify Funila: Surrender immediately!

But the next moment, an even greater holy light blocked his way, abruptly stopping the transmission of the message.

"Your Highness Rachel!" Phil glared at Princess Rachel.

Rachel did not back down. In the past, she would not have gone to such lengths to eliminate them. Letting others go was also letting herself go. She, who had been through many political struggles, understood this.

But the moment Bishop Phil taught Funila to use 'Holy Flame Baptism,' things were already at odds.

How dare they commit such a heinous act right in front of me? This is a direct challenge to my authority.

Faced with the enemy's provocation, Rachel will not give them any room to be complacent; she must retaliate with even greater humiliation and leave no room for compromise.

Otherwise, how could a fourth princess have gradually established herself in the upper echelons of the empire?

She said coldly:

"Bishop Phil, since the rules state that all interference from outside the city is prohibited, communication and contact are naturally also not allowed. Otherwise, would each of them need a personal coach for their fights? This is clearly cheating."

Phil felt a surge of anger, but he suppressed it and slowly said:

"But the competition is about to end, and I need to take Furila away to concede defeat. Her Highness the Princess has asked me to tell her."

"No." Rachel remained unmoved; even though Phil had lowered himself so much, she would never forgive his earlier offense.

"So many people are watching from below. You and I represent the supreme dignity of the Empire. Please do not tarnish the glory of Cassirer."

"Rachel..." Phil finally couldn't hold back and glared at Rachel.

But the princess did not back down and stared back at him.

On the other side, watching Lucia walk towards her step by step, Funila gritted her teeth and even made up her mind - never to admit defeat!

She absolutely cannot give in to this kind of person! This filthy rat that seems to have crawled out of some muddy sewer.

How could someone like me, with the pure blood of a noble family, bow my head?!

Seeing that Funira was unwilling to submit, Lucia did not hesitate any longer and immediately unleashed the Holy Light spell she had been preparing, striking at the now powerless Funira.

It struck with a thud, right before Funila's wide eyes.

Funila was immediately sent flying several meters, collapsing to the side screaming in pain.

Her sacred robe was torn by the light waves, revealing her inner clothing and skin, and her golden, pure hair and proud, delicate face were also covered in dust.

A streak of blood trickled down her cheek.

While still trying to alleviate the immense pain with his eyes closed, he heard Lucia's voice from not far away: "Are you giving up?"

When I opened my eyes, I saw Lucia's indifferent and calm expression.

Funila felt that this was completely different from when she first met Lucia. She looked like a student, but she seemed to have been through a lot of battles.

She bit her lip until it bled, and after intense thought, remained silent.

Seeing this, Lucia once again gathered light energy in her left hand.

Furilla felt suffocated: How could she possibly still have energy? ...

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Bishop Phil, seeing this, could no longer wait. He glared at Rachel and turned to ask Mien:

"Chief Mien!"

Mien sighed and shook his head helplessly, his meaning clear:

His implication was clear: if no one objected, the rules didn't matter, and if they could persuade Funila to withdraw, the competition would be over.

But his words didn't explicitly state that he was being cautious about Rachel, who was beside him.

Since Rachel has really stood up and strongly refuted this, although I wanted to help, there was really nothing I could do.

A loud gasp erupted from the stands below the arena.

The three went to check and found that Lucia's second Holy Light spell had hit the target again, with no decrease in power.

This time, the even weaker Funila was sent flying to the sidelines, large patches of skin exposed from her tattered robe, her slender waist and one fair leg already stained with blood.

The cheers around them gradually quieted down: That was too ruthless, whipping them so fiercely!

Although I was still cheering her on in my heart, hoping to teach those arrogant, haughty Papacy bastards a lesson!

But it's not appropriate to cheer openly now.

Lucia looked at the badly injured Funila lying on the ground, and slowly walked forward. Her brows were tightly furrowed, and she kept telling herself:

This is the enemy she will face, whether in the past, present, or future.

We mustn't be soft-hearted! Absolutely not!

Phil looked at Mien: "Chief Mien!"

But then he saw that Mien also looked worried, her brows furrowed so deeply that water seemed to be dripping from her face, and she didn't know what to do.

He didn't know what to say and anxiously thought about how to handle the situation.

And Mien was indeed worried.

However, the worry is that if Lucia stops now, it will be really hard to determine who wins or loses.