The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

As for whether the demon god has actually been defeated over the years, that's none of your business.

“Felix said that he would go wherever Wiener went.”

At this point, a hint of confusion flashed in River's eyes.

No one knows what kind of spell Venere cast on Felix that made him follow him so devotedly.

Chapter 295 River's Two Skills

Even if I reject you here, you still won't give up, right?

Baal had already sensed how difficult the other party was to deal with.

With River's looks, strength, and background, wouldn't it be better to use that energy to pursue other girls in the academy? Why does he have to set his sights on a rough guy like me?

"This is only the third time. As long as you don't explicitly join another class, I won't give up."

The answer was exactly what Barr had expected.

“Forget it, no need for that.” Baal raised his battle axe and pointed it at River. “Let’s use the outcome of this match as the wager.”

"If I win, it's my freedom to join any grade from now on, and you're not allowed to keep bothering me. If you win, then I'll listen to you."

"If you want to win me over, you'll have to show me whether you're worthy of my following."

Upon hearing this, River's face lit up with a hint of joy. "Now we have another reason to win."

He had been instructed by Count Rogurd to win the championship in this competition.

If he and Prince Dimirli win the individual championships in the first and third year groups respectively, then the transition between the old and new generations of the Blue Lions will be successfully completed.

The condition proposed by Barr was exactly what he wanted.

Even disregarding that factor, Rivers showed sufficient respect for his opponent, Barr.

"I have already seen your weapons, but these two weapons of mine are making their first appearance."

River brought two magic guns to the ring, one long and one short.

One of the demonic spears is two meters long, entirely crimson, and possesses the power to ward off all evil spirits and demons.

The other pole was shorter, entirely dark yellow, and though short, it concealed deadly intent.

This was Rogurd's trump card, which he brought from the kingdom to help River win, but River didn't use it until the quarterfinals.

Both guns are of grade B, and are said to be based on the blueprints of divine weapons passed down by contemporary heroes, which is clearly beyond the scope of what ordinary students can access.

If this match hadn't determined Admira's ownership, Rogurd wouldn't have handed the duo over to River so early.

"These two are not ordinary spears, you need to be careful," River warned intentionally.

“My axe is the same.” Baal laughed heartily, his eyes flashing with fighting spirit.

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"These dual pistols are..."

The weapon in River's hand looked vaguely familiar to Tilissa, who was sitting in the commentary booth.

After the draw, the representatives from the three countries, along with Tilisa, went to the commentary booth to continue watching the match.

Jessica, who was originally sitting there, was moved to wait around the ring.

The contestants who made it to the quarterfinals are all highly anticipated talents from their respective countries. If anything were to happen to them on the stage, it would be a loss of face for everyone.

Being closer also allows for faster intervention in the rescue.

“Lady Tilisa has a good eye,” Rogurd immediately explained upon hearing Tilisa speak, “This pair of pistols was forged according to the blueprints left by Lord Arios.”

After his introduction, he couldn't resist adding a dig, "Unlike some people who only give their own players things that are harmful to others and don't benefit themselves."

Arlandley could only sulk in silence.

After all, the fact that these magic spears were forged from blueprints left by a hero already gave them a politically correct label.

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The athletes' rest area.

“Ferdinand here is really something,” Viner warned Felix beside him. “You’d better be careful when you run into him later, don’t get caught off guard.”

It refers not only to his literal skill level, but also to his recognition of River's abilities.

Wiener had almost no contact with River; their only interaction was when River took the initiative to reach out to him.

Although his promises were very appealing, unfortunately, Wiener wasn't buying it.

Even if Viner hadn't joined the Silver Wolf Class, this would still have been the case.

After all, as long as he doesn't join the three major academic disciplines, he can benefit from all three.

Do what you want to do, and don't do what you don't want to do, maximizing your profits without offending anyone.

But if you're tied to a specific academic level, you'll end up as a miserable wage earner.

"I take all my opponents very seriously, okay?"

Felix retorted, unconvinced.

Felix always approached every battle with the mindset of learning from his opponents, even those who were much weaker.

As long as the other party has something to offer, he will give them ample opportunity to showcase it and learn from their experience.

By drawing on the strengths of various schools and honing his own swordsmanship, Felix stands out as a unique swordsman.

“It’s different,” Viner shook his head and emphasized again, “regardless of your previous wins or losses, if he’s using those twin pistols, then you’re not allowed to take any damage.”

"Does the junior mean there's something wrong with River's dual pistols?"

It was a trump card that no one else had ever used, yet Viner was able to make such a confident judgment, which made Jessica curious.

At this moment, Lisette was already backstage preparing to go on stage, and the spot she left behind was taken by Jessica, who had been kicked out of the commentary booth.

"That's right. The red one is called the Red Rose of Demon Slayer, which can nullify any defense made of magic elements; the other one is called the Yellow Rose of Annihilation, which will make the damage caused irreversible."

"Whether facing a spellcaster or a pure martial artist, it can suppress them. If it weren't so ominous, it would indeed be a very good set of equipment."

Perhaps because they were not well-known, neither of the two magic spears was wrapped with incantations, so Vener easily recognized them.

He should have thought of it earlier.

Since Arios was able to leave behind the blueprints for Mimi-kiri-maru, he might have left behind something else as well.

While it may not be as good as the genuine article, it is still far superior to ordinary B-rank equipment.

Barr is likely to suffer a loss.

"So as long as you don't get hit by that pistol, you're fine, right?"

Felix had not yet fully taken Wiener's warning to heart.

“I’m saying you can’t get hurt at all.” Viner’s face darkened, and he issued the most terrifying threat to Felix. “If you’re careless and get grazed by these two guns, don’t expect to have any new weapons for the next month.”

At least in Venere's view, the Red Rose that breaks the spell was a greater threat to Felix than the injuries caused by the Yellow Rose that was destined to destroy him.

He dared not gamble that this anti-magic spear might have the same effect on Felix as Gondoraf.

"I understand! I promise I won't get hurt at all!"

Felix's eyes widened. The thought that Viner wouldn't be forging new equipment for him for the next month made him jump up from his chair and hurriedly make a promise to Viner.

Seeing him like this, Venere finally softened a little.

After all, all of this was based on his guess. If River hadn't suddenly pulled out these two tricks, Viner wouldn't have even thought about it.

It's not clear in a few words right now, so it's better to use a warning to make Felix realize the seriousness of the problem.

After the Griffin battle is over, I'll forge him a fine sword as an apology.

I'll also test my own guess.

Chapter 296 Baal's Desperate Counterattack

"call--"

Taking advantage of a brief moment of intersection, Bal created distance between himself and River.

As a title favorite whom Rogurd had high hopes for, River brought a level of pressure to Barr that was completely different from any of his previous opponents.

Whether in height, build, or weapon weight, Baal had the advantage, yet River was able to parry all of his attacks with his two thin magic spears.

The more troublesome part is that after this series of tests, Baal did not see anything special about the dual pistols. Instead, he revealed that the magnetism on his battle axe could not be used against them.

"It's not as easy as it seems," Baal thought to himself.

She was starting to have trouble breathing, while Rivers remained completely at ease.

Clearly, what he usually displays is not his full strength.

"What, are you not going to continue the attack?"

Seeing that Barr made no move, River asked him a question.

“Take a breather and rest,” Baal said bluntly, then remarked with a sigh, “You usually keep things very well hidden.”

"The main reason is that I don't usually encounter an opponent like Baal."

It's not that I'm hiding my true abilities too well, but rather that the others aren't worth my time.

River's words conveyed this meaning.

The strength he usually displays in ranking matches is only his performance when his emblem is not activated.

"Unfortunately, I have no intention of admitting defeat."

"Oh?"

"I've been keeping your words in mind and focusing on your weapons, which has put me at a disadvantage. So from now on, I'm going to go at my own pace."

Perhaps in terms of strength, Baal is not the strongest, but in terms of experience in life-and-death battles, probably no one among the first-year contestants has more experience than him.

In just a few breaths, he was able to adjust his condition.

"Humph!"

Baal's eyes seemed to burn with flames, and his aura suddenly exploded, clearly indicating that he had pushed the emblem to its limit.

He ran forward, each step kicking up dust, his battle axe whistling as it cleaved toward River.

River, however, moved nimbly to the side, dodging Baal's fierce attack, while simultaneously thrusting his spear forward with his left hand.

Barr reacted just as quickly, swinging his battle axe to deflect the spear, but River's right-hand short spear was already close behind.

"drink!"

Faced with the spear tip gleaming with a cold light, Baal neither dodged nor forced it, but instead reached out to snatch it.

For someone like River, who wields dual pistols with the ease of using his own arms, his weapons are not so easily taken away. With just a slight movement of the gun barrel, the place where Baal reached out to grab the gun was changed from the shaft to the tip.

But that's exactly what Baal wanted.

"Bah!"

Baal's left palm was pierced through by the yellow spear. This injury, which was enough to cripple the hand, did not make him frown, as if it were not his own hand that was injured.

A tremendous force locked the gun barrel firmly, while River gripped the other end of the gun tightly.

The pistol was gripped tightly between the two men, neither willing to back down.

The battle axe and spear in his other hand had already begun to clash fiercely.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Baal chose to seize the pistol because he saw the long gun as inconvenient to use at close range. By sacrificing one hand, he locked River in place, forcing him into close combat.

At such close range, River was unable to launch an effective attack with his spear and could only use it as a club to block Baal's offensive.

It is unknown what material these weapons are made of, but even under such unfavorable conditions, they did not show the slightest deformation.

But Barr's all-out, desperate style of play did indeed leave River exhausted on defense.