The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

Chapter 283 Sigurd's Helpful Spirit

Despite being from the same school, Jessica didn't point out Venere's tricks like she did when commentating on Listy's fight.

However, this couldn't be hidden from those with sharp eyes.

“Turn off the microphone communication,” Samif reminded her.

"It's been closed a long time ago."

It's only the qualifying stage, so there's not much to commentate on; the main focus is on controlling the flow of the game.

If any contestant advances, just give a brief introduction; otherwise, if Jessica has to commentate on all four arenas, it's impossible to explain clearly no matter how many mouths she has.

"Did Tissalis teach him that move just now?"

Samif only uses honorifics when facing Lady Rhea.

“He must have figured it out himself,” Jessica shook her head slightly, a hint of doubt in her eyes. “The teacher knows this stuff?”

“She doesn’t, but she knows how to teach people to master their own abilities,” Samif replied. “I’ve received guidance from her.”

"So you know what this is?" Jessica asked hastily.

She hadn't forgotten how Vina had tricked her.

However, he was in a fit of anger at the time and beat up Wiener severely, missing the opportunity to ask, and was too embarrassed to ask his teacher.

Otherwise, when Tilissa asks, she can't possibly tell Tilissa that when she had designs on her, she mistook Venus for her target, right?

“Hmm, because there are some commonalities in what I’ve grasped, I can see a bit of it.” Samif pondered for a moment and said slowly, “This kid actually touched upon ‘momentum’ so quickly?”

She could clearly make such a commotion by having this kid condense magical essence and shoot an arrow, but the momentum he controlled was so illusory and ethereal. The contrast was really hard for her to understand.

"You're saying this kid has mastered 'momentum'?"

"It's still very unfamiliar, it's just a prototype."

"That means you've got it!"

"It doesn't affect you."

Samif didn't understand why Jessica was reacting so strongly.

There are many kinds of "momentum".

It is related to the holder's experience and mindset.

Once you reach the level of Sword Saint or Spear Saint, you can master the sword techniques and spear techniques.

Mastering magic to its extreme allows one to temporarily transform their body into elements, which is also a growing trend.

Those generals who have led troops for many years and won every battle can control an invincible military force.

Although there may be differences depending on individual understanding, they are all quite remarkable.

There are also some with relatively weak power, which not only do not help their strength, but also limit the targets they can influence.

For example, a butcher who has beheaded countless animals can make livestock freeze with just a glance, but when he uses his power on targets other than livestock, it is at most enough to stop a child from crying.

Even without mastering the "power," Jessica is still among the top-tier seventh-tier emblem users.

If the two are enemies, I only have one chance to shoot an arrow when I launch a sneak attack. After that, I will surely be defeated.

In Samif's view, it was truly rare in the world for someone of Jessica's age to have mastered both martial arts and magic to such a high level.

If she hadn't studied such a wide range of subjects, she might have already mastered her own power.

"How could there not be? I'm going to be like my teacher, the one who goes to slay the demons." Jessica pouted.

She was the eldest disciple, the one who should be teaching in place of the teacher when the teacher was away. How could she accept being surpassed by Vena?

"I remember you mastered it too, right? Tell me how you did it?"

Samif frowned, as if recalling some unpleasant memory. "My method is not suitable for you."

"Oh, stingy."

Jessica knew that Samif's mastery of power wasn't the type suitable for direct combat, so she didn't press the matter further.

"Enough of that, look below," Samif reminded her.

"Hey, what's that—"

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As the two talked, the contestants below the stage changed like flowing water.

"Contestant number 88 is out. The next contestant is ready to take the stage!"

A brand new figure slowly stepped onto the arena. He was covered in a suit of armor that only revealed his face. The chrome silver exterior exuded an ominous aura.

Sigurd, holding a steel gun, did not launch an attack like the other contestants who came on stage. Instead, he stood still and squinted to identify the remaining contestants on stage.

Even when still, it exudes an invisible pressure, as if a hunter is searching for its prey.

The one under the most pressure is Trehak, who just earned two points.

Even in a fair fight, he wouldn't be a match for Sigurd, let alone after defeating the two of them, he was already exhausted.

The other three players also felt Sigurd's gaze and intensified their movements.

If they can get the points from Trihak, they can advance and won't have to stay and fight Sigurd.

However, Sigurd's next move surprised everyone.

Instead of launching an attack on Trehak, who had the highest score on the field, he turned around and, with his spear swirling like a dragon emerging from the sea, knocked down the two fighters who were flanking Trehak at an incredible angle.

Seeing this, the last remaining person dared not attack again, staggered back, and looked at Sigurd with a wary expression.

"You two are both citizens of the empire, yet you show no sympathy for the enemy and instead turn on each other, which is a disgrace to the empire."

Sigurd spoke slowly, then pointed his gun at Trihak, "You, take care of them and get out of here."

"what?"

Trehak couldn't believe that such a stroke of good luck had fallen from the sky.

"Go!"

"Oh, oh, oh!" Trehak seemed to wake from a dream and quickly responded, but his heart was already filled with joy.

Sigurd was extremely ruthless, defeating the other two men with a single move, rendering them unable to get up.

However, according to the rules, as long as one remains conscious, has not surrendered voluntarily, and has not fallen out of the ring, one is still eligible to compete.

Trehak easily accumulated the last two points needed to advance.

"No, him... what about me?"

Seeing that Cuihak had managed to qualify for the knockout stage so easily, another Imperial student finally couldn't help but speak up.

Sigurd slammed his gun on the ground, glanced at the student about to go on stage to fill the vacancy, and said, "I'll help you."

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"Oh dear, an unexpected situation has arisen. Siget from the Aster Empire has actually given up the opportunity to break through directly, choosing to help Trihak, who is also from the Empire, to succeed. This camaraderie is truly touching—ah, it seems that this is not the end, Siget seems to be preparing to help another contestant accumulate points to break through."

"Ms. Samif, I wonder if Sigurd's actions comply with the rules of the qualifying rounds?"

"You saw the judges' rules... cough, according to the rules of the preliminary rounds, this is not against the rules."

Samif noticed Jessica's blatant implication and quickly changed her tune, "While it's not against the rules, it's still a waste of your energy paving the way for others. If Sigurd's goal is to win the championship, this might not be a wise move."

The earlier you break through, the more rest time you can get; the later you go on stage, the clearer you can see the strategies and tactics of the other players.

Both have their advantages and disadvantages.

But to linger on the stage like this, no matter how confident one is in one's own abilities, still carries a hint of arrogance and conceit.

"I don't think we'll wait until Sigurd runs out of energy."

"how do I say this."

"If all five players in the arena were born in the Empire, how should Sigurd choose?"

Chapter 284 Sigurd delivers a devastating blow to allies

In a chaotic battle, everyone can be an opponent, and everyone can become a teammate.

Even if someone is determined to team up to eliminate their opponents, if even one person manages to accumulate enough points to leave the field, the rest will naturally become targets for others to attack.

If they encounter a favorite to win the championship like Lisette, who can easily defeat all the other competitors on the same stage, then this superficial alliance is nothing but a joke.

But who could have imagined that a player who was already a favorite to win the championship would actively team up with others, not for his own advancement, but only to exclude players from the Empire?

Compared to the overwhelming boos directed at Wiener, Sigurd's actions received a starkly polarized reception from the audience.

The strong support from Imperial audiences and the disdain from non-Imperial audiences were evenly split.

After he helped five students from the Empire advance, the situation Jessica had mentioned finally occurred.

The four people on stage looked at each other.

As long as Sigurd remained silent, no one dared to make a move, for fear of angering this god of death.

"Hand over your points," Sigurd said, waving his hand.

"Why me? I was just one point away from advancing, why should I be their stepping stone?"

Dillon, who was unfortunately chosen, was naturally unhappy.

"Just because you're a commoner, your life, even your chance to enter the academy, everything was granted by the nobles." Sigurd looked coldly at Dillon.

"Huh? What a joke! Their ancestors also came from humble backgrounds. As long as I can perform well in the Griffin War, I might be able to stand on equal footing with you in the future."

“That’s for later,” Sigurd said, his tone sharpening, seemingly quite displeased with Dillon’s lack of cooperation. “Right now, you have no choice but to obey.”

As soon as he made his statement, the remaining three imperial nobles all turned their attention to Dillon, as if looking at a lamb to the slaughter.

“Then come on!” Dillon pointed his sword at the other three. “You want these three points from me, and I want to take this last point from you. Don’t think I’ll just give up.”

Judging from their posture, they seem to be prepared to fight three against one.

“Alright then, I’ll fight you.” Sigurd suddenly sneered.

He only needs obedient dogs, whether they are commoners or—

Dillon's pupils contracted slightly.

Sigurd had already made his move.

He thrust his spear into the ground and then transformed into a black shadow, rushing straight towards Dillon.

Dillon didn't understand why the other man had abandoned his gun; he only knew that if he didn't wield his sword, he would be the one to fall.

He gritted his teeth, gathered all his strength, and unleashed a sharp, cold light that struck his opponent.

"Fierce Strike!"

"Ha, a futile struggle."

Sigurd simply extended his left hand and used his black gauntlet to catch Dillon's full-force sword technique.

He gripped the longsword with four fingers of his left hand, preventing it from escaping, while his right hand, like an iron clamp, pinched Dillon's face.

Now, even if Dillon wanted to admit defeat, he couldn't utter those crucial two words.

With just one hand, Sigurd easily lifted Dillon above his head, and with a slight exertion of his four fingers, he managed to break the steel sword held tightly in his palm into several pieces.

"Is this your decision? You dare to bark like this with such meager skills?"

Sigurd continued to hurl insults, as if he were enjoying Dillon's struggles.

A wisp of thin black mist quietly escaped from the gaps in Sigurd's armor and silently wrapped around Dillon's body.

"Goo-"

The lack of oxygen to the brain caused Dillon's face to turn bluish-purple rapidly, and his eyes rolled back, on the verge of losing consciousness.

Just then, an indescribable stench emanated from his groin, which surprisingly brought Sigurd back to his senses.

"Humph!"

Sigurd snorted and casually tossed Dillon's body aside, causing it to crash squarely into one of the men's weapons.