The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

"Vina, Vina!"

A few slightly anxious calls rang out.

A clash of minds, when translated into real time, lasts only a moment.

Vena quickly regained consciousness, looked at Jessica with a worried expression, and at the Calamity Armor that had returned to its normal appearance and was lying flat in front of her, and shook her head.

"Are you OK?"

"Fortunately, I have Sword Heart Clarity, so I'm not seriously injured."

With a hint of relief in his voice, Vena picked up the fallen Mimi Kirimaru and the Dark Dragon Soar and put them back into their sheaths.

If we take the restraint of Mimi Kirimaru on the Armor of Calamity as the benchmark, then the restraint effect of the King's Blade - Saw on that evil consciousness in the Vener's mental space home field is more than ten times greater.

The sooner we arrive, the sooner it will be done, saving him all this trouble.

"Where is Sigurd?"

When Wiener opened his eyes, he did not see any trace of Sigurd.

The moment the Armor of Calamity was stripped off him, he fell like a rag doll.

“He was sent for emergency treatment,” Jessica hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell the truth. “Although he survived, he is basically beyond saving.”

If it were just a simple injury, it would be fine.

As the Armor of Calamity faced Vina's onslaught, it frantically devoured Sigurd's flesh and blood, squeezing out his life force.

After he was freed from this condition, his limbs were atrophied and weak, and his organ functions were declining. He was no different from an elderly person in their sixties or seventies who was paralyzed in bed. He probably would never be able to stand up again in this lifetime.

"That's good."

Hearing Jessica say that, Viner was relieved.

"I thought you were worried about his safety, which is why you took such a big risk to rescue him."

Jessica was unaware of the feud between Viner and Sigurd.

"If I don't send him a wreath when he's discharged from the hospital, I'll have done right by him."

Sigurd's current predicament is entirely his own fault, and Wiener has no qualms about it.

“Speaking of which, this armor…” Venere changed the subject, pointing to the Armor of Calamity.

“I have sealed it away. Next, the Demon Academy and the Alchemy Academy will join forces to investigate its origin,” Jessica said solemnly.

"If you need my help, just let me know."

“We’ll talk about that later,” Jessica interrupted Vener, grabbing his right hand and raising it high towards the entire arena, announcing loudly, “The winner of this match—Vena!”

These words of victory seemed to trigger a switch, and deafening cheers erupted from the stands.

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"

"Well done, Vena!"

Wiener's performance along the way has completely overturned the audience's previous prejudices and misunderstandings.

“You deserve the applause.” Jessica’s eyes were full of admiration.

"...Thanks."

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"call--"

With Sigurd's defeat confirmed, Alandre sighed deeply.

My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, can finally rest in peace.

Not only did they fail to bring Adramlah back, they also lost a Dafner family heir.

I need to think about how to explain this to Her Majesty the Princess.

"Is this the first time in ten years that you Imperials have been wiped out?" Rogurd deliberately counted on his fingers in front of Alandri, with a hint of provocation.

"Besides River, Felix and Vena also seem to be from kingdoms, which makes three of the seats occupied by kingdoms."

Despite the presence of Lisette, who hails from the Allied nations, Rogurd does not believe she will be an obstacle to River's championship victory.

After all, the pair of magic spears in River's hands were the absolute nemesis of mages of the same level.

"Coincidentally, my Silver Wolf class also has three seats."

Tilissa replaced the teacups for the three of them with new ones, and she seemed to be in a very good mood.

"Three seats?" Rogurd was taken aback. "That means—"

"This one named Vena is also Lady Tilisa's disciple."

A slightly resentful voice rang out from Fadevi.

With this reason in mind, he couldn't possibly do anything outrageous to Wiener.

However, seeing his precious daughter diligently wiping his sweat with a handkerchief, he was indeed still annoyed.

"The Silver Wolf Class is thriving," Alandre remarked, having recovered from the defeat at Sigurd. "Your River won't have it so easy to win the championship."

With things having come to this point, Alandri could only place his hopes on Tilisa's disciple.

Only if they take Adramura will he have a chance to negotiate with the Academy and exchange the relic for it.

"Hmph, then you don't need to worry about it." Rogurd snorted coldly, his tone carrying a hint of disdain and confidence.

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"Are you really alright? I just saw you wearing that armor."

Lisette carefully examined Vina, fearing there might be some hidden dangers.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll just go to Dr. Ada for a full check-up after the competition."

“Even someone like Sigurd was tortured beyond recognition, I’m worried you might…”

"I'm fine now," Vena said, rubbing Lisette's head to comfort her. "Neither I nor the weapons I forge can possibly lose to something of that caliber."

Cursed weapons are not only a nightmare for Heralds users, but also a forbidden zone for blacksmiths.

Only a person with evil intentions would forge such insidious equipment.

Don't let him find out who sent this thing into the academy, or Viner will definitely teach him a lesson.

"Well, I believe you."

Lisette unconditionally believed everything Wiener said in his professional field.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have so easily handed Rikka over to Wiener for modification.

"Now, as long as Felix takes care of that guy, the Silver Wolf Class can be guaranteed a spot in the championship."

Watching Felix slowly walk into the ring, Viner leaned back in his chair with ease.

It's understandable that he thinks that way.

Four Silver Wolf students advance to the third grade; the advantage lies with me.

Not to mention that Rivers ran into Felix, who was the strongest in terms of raw power.

If he hadn't warned Felix beforehand, there was still a slight chance that things would go wrong.

But standing before River at this moment is an unprecedentedly serious Phil.

If River can even beat Felix in this state, Wiener suggests letting him be the hero.

"Are you confident in Felix, or in the weapons you forged? River, didn't you yourself say those magic guns were dangerous?"

Lisette also leaned back, and their hands unconsciously intertwined and clasped.

"Of course, we're all confident. To put it bluntly, I'm already thinking about how to use the prize money if we win."

Vina opened champagne at halftime.

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People can rest, but weapons cannot.

Just after finishing a match, Zhu Anlongxiang was taken back by Felix.

In order to deal with Rivera's fearsome magic spear, Felix finally chose to bring both longswords to the arena.

This also means that he has become completely serious.

"To be able to lend out a weapon of such caliber so easily, Felix, you certainly have a trustworthy friend."

River couldn't help but sigh with admiration.

If you really want to say something, he and Sigurd could be considered friends, but their friendship was complicated by too many other things.

He admired Felix's purity and carefree spirit.

"Excuse me, River. Could you please stop talking about things unrelated to the game? I'm in a hurry to win."

Although Felix spoke sincerely, the fighting spirit emanating from him grew even stronger.

“Hahaha…Okay!”

River burst out laughing.

They were clearly envying the purity of others' lives, yet they themselves complicated the issue.

It's best for martial artists to leave their words to their weapons.

Chapter 302 Felix: Have you ever seen me when I'm serious?

River never used the burst of power from the emblem in ranking matches, and neither did Felix.

It is precisely because he understands this that Rivers has always regarded Felix as his biggest rival for the championship.

Rivers had already watched the matches in the lower half of the bracket, and although there were many surprises, none of them were a match for him.

Both the spirit weapon and the cursed armor were completely countered by the red rose in his hand.

Even though Wiener's victory over Sigurd was somewhat unexpected, River knew he was no longer a threat when he saw Wiener's unsteady steps as he left the stage.

This match will determine who wins the championship.

"call--"

River exhaled a breath of stale air, then fully activated the power of his emblem.

This is not a trivial competition or friendly exchange; it is a victory that must be won.

Any reservation would be disrespectful to Felix.

A faint aura of energy enveloped River, and even before he made a move, his aura was already as surging as the sea.

Felix simply drew his sword and focused intently on his opponent.

Since River wanted to overwhelm Felix with his aura, Felix did as he wished, his aura seemingly bound by an invisible force, restrained to the extreme.

Compared to the imposing aura emanating from River, it was like a small boat struggling to stay afloat amidst towering waves.

Yet this small boat managed to swim upstream against the giant waves. No matter how much River's aura rose, it showed no sign of being overwhelmed.

When something is full, it will eventually overflow; when water is full, it will eventually overflow.

Having already built up his strength to the limit, River could no longer wait and launched the first attack.

The spear pierced the sky with a sound like thunder, finally moving Felix to some extent.

He moved slightly, gliding to the side like a fish, while raising his sword in his left hand, intending to intercept the rainbow-like spear.

Unexpectedly, Rivers displayed an amazing ability to adapt at this moment.

He loosely gripped his right hand, his palm sliding rapidly along the shaft until it reached the tip, transforming the red rose, which was originally a long spear, into a short spear.

The body moved at full speed without slowing down, but the spear shortened its distance in mid-air, achieving the effect of a fast and slow spear with a single hand slide.

It was this brief interval that allowed Felix's earlier sword strike to miss its target and clash with the spear.

Fortunately, Felix still had one sword to draw.

With a dull metallic clang, the Blade of Night, like a shooting star in the dark night, struck the tip of the Red Rose's spear with a single blow.