The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

At this point, Felix had drawn both swords, leaving his defense wide open.

River, who should have seized the opportunity to unleash a deadly short spear, was instead nearly thrown off balance by the immense force emanating from the black blade.

Even when Baal launched a series of desperate attacks, he could easily parry the gun with just one hand. On the contrary, Felix's impromptu sword strike almost made him lose his footing.

No matter how fancy your tricks are, he only uses brute force to overcome skill.

Even with clothing covering him, Felix's chest flashed with a sharp light, clearly indicating that he had activated his emblem.

He directly used an offensive strategy to break River's combo.

But it only lasted for a moment.

With the help of Felix's immense strength, River twisted and spun around, and in that instant, the short gun in his left hand changed from a straight thrust to a counter-attack.

Felix was not afraid at all. He brought his two swords together and swung them upwards, colliding with the short spear.

The twin swords and the short spear clashed, suddenly unleashing a dazzling burst of sword light.

The sword energy, almost tangible, crisscrossed and cleanly cleaved River's short gun in two, the cuts as smooth as a mirror.

And in the gap between the two blades, everything was directly reduced to ashes by the powerful sword energy.

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"The sword emblem?!" Rogurd jumped to his feet, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Only the sword emblem can allow one to unleash such pure and refined sword energy before reaching the level of a sword saint.

If he hadn't seen Arios's face before, and if his age hadn't been so different...

Rogurd was almost convinced that Felix was the hero's illegitimate son.

“Exactly.” Tilisa smiled slightly.

Although the sword emblem is not exclusive to heroes, it is still a rare emblem that is one in ten thousand.

It cannot be passed down through bloodline; it relies purely on accidental awakening, and usually only one such person appears every few decades.

Even those heroes who have made their mark on history are not necessarily a match for the swordsmen who wield the sword emblem.

Therefore, there is a saying that only the person with the greatest swordsmanship talent in the world can awaken the sword emblem.

"The younger generation is truly formidable, truly formidable! Rogurd, I think your Admira isn't wasted in Felix's hands, hahaha." Alandri finally got his revenge.

Judging from his words, he seemed to tacitly acknowledge Rivers' defeat.

Rogurd naturally wouldn't give him a friendly look, and snorted coldly.

It took him a while to recover before he spoke, "Anyway, no one can use this sacred object. Rather than letting it gather dust, we might as well give it to someone who is destined to receive it. Even if this sacred object is picky, surely this sword emblem will catch its eye."

Fourteen heroic legacy swords, all custom-made by Tauronio.

As for the extent to which it was tailored.

Height, weight, martial arts skills, interests, and even the emblem attributes they possess—everything is perfectly matched.

This also means that even the descendants of those fourteen heroes find it difficult to unleash the full power of these equipment, and outsiders are simply unable to use them.

Only a very few emblems can circumvent this restriction.

Relics that cannot be used with coats of arms have far greater commemorative significance than practical significance, and their spiritual value outweighs their practical value.

This is why the kingdom was willing to use it as a prize.

"Since Lady Tissa has already set her sights on this Adramura, let's just leave it at the academy."

Considering the conditions proposed when Jessica was not to participate in the individual competition, and the underlying meaning behind her later statement that ordinary gifts were unacceptable.

Rogurd was well aware of Tissalis's scheme.

"Ah."

Tissa smiled but remained silent.

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The dirty adults only need to consider the exchange of benefits, but the contestants on stage have to consider many other things.

In order to break the curse that the inescapable Yellow Rose had placed on Baal, River had originally planned to break it at the end of the match.

So when Felix cut his short spear in half, he remained calm despite the shock and quickly adjusted his posture.

Even if he only has one brush left, River will keep the game going.

The Demon-Slaying Crimson Rose is a dual-wielding pistol. Although he can handle it with ease even with one hand, it is ultimately not as agile and powerful as when using both hands.

River thrust the gun into the ground and flicked it up, lifting a whole floorboard and sending it flying toward Felix, with himself following closely behind.

But Felix said he was eager to win, and he really didn't hold back at all.

Before the paving stones even got close to their opponent, they were shattered by two white sword energies. Their momentum was undiminished, heading straight for River, who was hiding behind them.

River, who intended to use the floor tiles as cover to launch a surprise attack, is now reaping the consequences of his actions.

Chapter 303 The Father's Fault for the Son's Disrespect

Although Felix's sword energy was sharp, its edge eventually weakened after leaving his body several meters away.

With his spear in hand, Rivers exerted all his strength and finally managed to fight his way out at the last moment through the gaps in the sword energy.

But even the mere touch of the sword's aftershocks had torn his shirt, leaving a tiny wound from which blood seeped out, staining a corner of his shirt red.

"You must be kidding..." River was shocked.

The mere edge of the sword energy grazed him, and he was already injured. If he had been hit head-on, he was even worried that the referee next to him might not have been able to come to his aid in time.

Before he could think it through, the Demon-Slaying Crimson Rose Spear in his hand made a crisp snapping sound.

Although Red Rose appeared unharmed in the previous battle, it had already suffered considerable, imperceptible damage.

The two sword strikes unleashed by Felix undoubtedly became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

River stared at the spear broken in two in his hand, and a strange sense of relief rose in his heart.

"I lost."

“The victor is Felix!” Jessica announced immediately.

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"As expected of a great teacher and a great student, it seems I should congratulate Lady Tissa in advance."

Although he had already accepted River's defeat in his heart, Rogurd could only admit defeat when he saw Felix defeat River with just two sword strikes.

River conceded defeat, leaving the last three contestants all from the Silver Wolf Class.

Regardless of who ultimately stands on the podium, it will be a victory for the Silver Wolf Class.

He had thought that with Jessica's withdrawal, the Silver Wolf Class would be absent from this Griffin Battle, but to his surprise, they announced their return with a strong statement, declaring themselves champions a round ahead of schedule.

Not to mention, given Felix's performance in this battle, as long as he doesn't perish halfway through, the outcome of the next two years' Griffin War is already a foregone conclusion.

“I didn’t teach them for very long; it was all their own hard work,” Tilisa said modestly.

“Lady Tilisa, you are being too modest,” Rogurd shook his head.

One was an accident, two were coincidences, so how do we explain the third, fourth, and fifth?

After all, even the arrogant Arios admitted that he had learned a lot from Tilisa.

Therefore, when people see the Silver Wolf Class thriving, no one can ignore the contributions of Tilissa.

"Lord Arios must be pleased to see this, knowing that he has a worthy successor," Alandri remarked with equal emotion.

His gaze fell on Felix.

The same sword emblem, identical young geniuses, and even taught by the same person.

It's practically a carbon copy of Arios.

"Speaking of which, why didn't Lord Arios show up for this Griffin Battle?" Rogurd suddenly asked. "Even when Lord Arios is busy, he always makes time to watch the Griffin Battle. Why is he nowhere to be seen this time?"

"Does Lord Rogurd feel that the academy has wronged me by arranging for me to receive you all?" Tilissa retorted.

"I wouldn't dare," Rogurd hurriedly lowered his head, "It's just that I haven't seen Lord Arios for a long time, and I miss him a little."

"Then I thank Lord Rogurd on behalf of Arios. He is currently on an important mission and cannot leave."

"Since it's such an important mission that even the hero is tied up with it, it should be much easier with Lady Tissa's help, right?"

“Indeed,” Tilissa readily admitted, “but this annual Griffin War is equally important. If neither Arios nor I return, then Lady Rhea will have to personally entertain you all.”

"Or is this what Lord Rogurd hoped to see?"

“How could I dare trouble Lady Rhea with such a trivial matter?” Rogurd rose and apologized. “I am already content to have Lady Tilissa’s explanation.”

"However, I have something to discuss with you."

"please say."

"This defeat must have been quite a blow to River. I would like to ask for your forgiveness, Lady Tilissa, as I must leave now."

"This is only human nature, and should be understood."

"Thank you for your understanding, Madam Tilissa."

Rogurd bowed respectfully and made to leave.

"Oh, so you run away when your own people lose? Is this all the mentality the people of the kingdom have?" Alandri seized the opportunity to mock.

"You'd better think about how you're going to explain the cursed equipment thing when you get back."

Rogurd's casual remark left Alandri speechless.

Only after Rogurd's figure had completely disappeared did Alandri slowly stand up and turn his gaze to Tilisa.

"You're not planning to continue watching, are you?"

His thoughts were written all over his face, and Tilissa saw right through him.

"I hope you will forgive me, sir." Alandri bowed slightly, his tone tinged with apology.

"It seems that only Lord Fadevi will be with me now."

Tilisa sighed softly, but waved her hand to let the other person leave.

There were no more Empire players on the field, and Alandri was already on pins and needles. If he weren't worried about being ridiculed, he would have been sitting there long ago.

Only Fadey, whose beloved daughter was still on the field, could peacefully watch the play.

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"Why do you have that expression even after winning the game?"

Despite winning the match, Felix didn't seem particularly happy. Weina patted him on the shoulder to encourage him.

“Hmm…Vina, did I go a little too far? Those two guns looked really valuable, didn’t they? River will be heartbroken to see them destroyed,” Felix asked.

"...Why don't you mention the others whose weapons you destroyed?" Viner was quite speechless.

"Because no one else showed the same expression as River when they lost."

Felix didn't know how to describe the expression on River's face.

It was a complex expression, a mixture of relief at surviving a catastrophe and a sense of disillusionment with the world.

"It's not a problem with the weapons. On the contrary, he should be thanking you for destroying those two guns."

Any spearman wielding a red magic spear will never have a good ending.

Felix's ability to destroy something before it has a negative impact might inadvertently change someone's fate.

"Really?" A hint of doubt flashed in Felix's eyes.

“You don’t believe me?” Wiener retorted.

"I only found out you're a liar because I believed your lies all along."

Felix punched Vener in the chest, sending him staggering back several steps, but he felt much more relaxed.

"Then you're wronging me. When it comes to lying, I'm at best second."

Wiener rubbed his chest as if in pain.