Your notoriety is known to everyone.

The uniform of Morost Academy was torn to pieces by him, and the wounds on his body were increasing, but he seemed to have found an inexplicable pleasure and sense of accomplishment from the pain, causing him to laugh while accelerating the damage to himself with an expression distorted by pain.

"Mr. Rui Si, aren't you a little too extreme..."

After Rogers pulled his hand back with reluctance, the effects of [Enlightenment Special] and [Engagement Special] were also lifted, but Rivers continued to perform various self-harm behaviors on the sand, and even actively rubbed his wounds against the wall to get more pain.

[The Pain-Enjoying Walker praised you continuously, saying that you have made this lost person realize the true meaning of pain! ]

[He generously blesses you. In the next three days, you can choose whether to triple the suffering you inflict on others.]

[Notice! The World Curtain has made corrections to the present world, and the Pain Walker will not be able to cast his gaze again for a short period of time.]

Wait! The official ranking competition is three days away! I just missed this blessing! Can't you give it to me later? !

Rogers looked at the prompt box in front of him, feeling quite annoyed and complaining in his heart.

He scratched his head and looked down, looking at Rivers who had turned into a bloody man in front of him, rubbing against the wall and the ground, laughing creepily, and said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

He looked up at the referee Aldrey, who had already turned his face away, and knew in his heart that the game would not be stopped unless the contestant voluntarily surrendered or lost the ability to move.

"Forget it, let me kindly escort you out."

A stone stick with two sharp ends emerged from the sand and was held in Rogers' hand. Then he thrust it into Rivers, who was rubbing his back against the ground, without hesitation, hitting him directly in the crotch.

"what!!!"

A scream containing someone who was not sure whether it was sorrow or joy squeezed out of Rivers' throat. The triple pain instantly paralyzed his brain. His eyes gradually turned white and he began to twitch on the ground.

Rogers turned the stone stick into sand and scattered it, then gently clapped his hands a few times.

Although he didn't do anything, he accomplished a good thing after all, and he still sighed in his heart that he had worked so hard.

"Okay, who else?"

He took a few steps back, raised his head and tried to keep a kind smile, looking sincerely at the audience in front of him. He didn't want his classmates to have any bad misunderstandings or prejudices against him because of this incident.

In front of him happened to be the students who belonged to the same Morost Academy as Rivers. They all stared at Rogers' smile in a daze.

Suddenly, a student stood up and jumped, smashing his body onto the students in the back row, still shouting heartbreakingly:

"Don't come over!!!"

Chapter 4 At this moment? Are you kidding? (k)

An uncontrollable commotion broke out in the audience seats in front of Rogers, especially the students in the seats close to the competition venue, who began to crowd, retreat and shout, trying to escape from the non-existent threat.

The atmosphere of panic continued to spread, and there was no order at all.

The students had seen scenes of serious injuries before, but Rivers's performance was too horrifying.

At this moment, they all couldn't help but recall how Caspar went crazy.

They were not afraid of being defeated or injured, but they were afraid of being chosen by Rogers and then being tortured into becoming an unspeakable madman.

"Well, let me explain to you. What happened to Mr. Rui Si was caused by his own extreme temper. I didn't ask him to hurt himself.

"Don't be afraid, we can use the next match to make you understand that this is really not my fault."

Rogers frowned and explained helplessly.

If the situation continues like this, it would not be good if all the classmates avoided the battle. After all, he didn't want to let go of either credits or blessings.

"I'm not scared! I really am not scared! Don't choose me!"

"This is all Rivers' fault! How could it possibly have anything to do with you?!"

"I have always supported your distribution plan! I did not participate in the siege on you that day!"

Hearing Rogers' invitation to a duel, the students at the end of the retreating team all had panic and fear in their eyes. Their movements became more urgent and chaotic, and they kept echoing Rogers' words and making some cries for mercy.

"Hey, be careful not to step on your classmates." Rogers shook his head and sighed as he gave the instructions. Then he turned around with a disappointed look and returned to the center of the competition venue.

Rivers had already been carried off the field. Aldrey, the referee, had a very complicated expression. This was his first time presiding over a first-grade competition. He had often heard of Rogers' name before. He had both a reputation for talent and a bad reputation.

But because he was always surrounded by mentors and professors, he mostly heard about how talented Rogers was and how motivated the students were under the allocation plan.

It was not until now that he understood more deeply why he had such a bad reputation that was as great as his talent.

Afterwards, he randomly picked a student to come on stage according to the rules. The student hesitated for a long time until he was dragged onto the stage with a spell. The student immediately admitted defeat, took out the college badge, handed over 675 credits to Rogers, and kept bowing and apologizing, saying that the remaining credits would be returned as soon as possible.

The remaining three students reacted in the same way, except for one who paid the full 1,000 credits.

"You...can go back to your seat now." Aldrey stroked his forehead and said to Rogers.

He felt that although the scene was absurd, the strength that Rogers had just demonstrated was indeed enough to easily make it into the top 50, so there was no need to worry too much about it.

Rogers touched his chest and saluted, then walked through the corridor to the audience seats. During his walk, he came to the Hilmi Courtyard seating area. When he passed by Derek, he took the opportunity to tell him how many credits the three students who had just performed owed him.

He also asked Derek to help count and inquire how many other students wanted to compete with him. If they admitted defeat directly, their credits would be collected and the overdue credits would be calculated at one tenth of the interest per month. The interest could be regarded as Derek's hard work fee.

After he finished all this and sat back in his seat, the area around him was much emptier. Only Elina and Lufia were still waiting for him.

"I told you to be more restrained..." Elena said with disgust.

"I didn't do anything too excessive. He was the one who messed up his body like that." Rogers seemed quite depressed. After seeing the continuous surrender of others, the gods of the bottomless pit simply dispersed their gazes.

"So what did Rogers do?" Lufia puffed her cheeks. Elena had been covering her eyes since Rogers pushed Rivers into a corner.

Elina calmly and carefully recounted the circumstances and scenes of Rivers' self-harm. Lufia listened and fell silent, and finally whispered a thank you.

Rogers was not very interested in the future confrontation. He used a monocle to replay various knowledge and began to review his studies. Elena and Lufia did not raise their hands to go on stage. They just acted as qualified spectators and occasionally discussed with each other.

Time passed slowly, and when night fell, everyone returned to their dormitories.

Rogers did not light the fireplace in the cabin again, but squeezed on the sofa with Elena and Lufia, reading carefully the "New Notes on the Ancient Landona Language" written by Alana.

Dang Dang Dang——

There was a knock on the door. He stood up and went to open it in confusion, only to see the third prince Richard standing alone outside.

"Your Highness? Is there anything you want to talk to me about?" Rogers did not think of inviting him into the house, but just asked in confusion.

"Can we have a normal spell duel in the future ranking competitions? I can pay credits for it." Richard suggested with an extremely standard and kind smile on his face.

"But didn't you say that if you lose, all the credits for this semester will belong to me? And why do you think it's abnormal to compete with me in a spell duel? Do you have any prejudice against me?" Rogers looked aggrieved and didn't understand this inexplicable proposal.

Richard hesitated to speak. He didn't understand why Rogers thought he would definitely lose. Also, which of Rogers's two previous duels was normal?!

Caspar's tortured personality was greatly distorted, and Rivers seemed to have awakened some indescribable preferences as if he had been abused.

He is a prince, possessing the noble bloodline that can rule the empire, so he must never behave in such a way in front of his classmates!

"Rogers Brid, I prefer the noble family. There may be many possibilities for cooperation between your family and I in the future. There is no need to make our relationship so stiff."

The smile on Richard's face became softer and more intimate, and his eyes revealed a sincerity and frankness, without any sense of flattery or hypocrisy, as if he really thought so.

"At this moment? Are you joking?" Rogers stared at the other person, thinking that these words were too ridiculous.

"Rogers, as a noble, you should be aware of the blood gap. It brings more than just glory. No matter how talented you are, you can only defeat me in the initial stage. Do you really think you can win?" The smile on Richard's face gradually faded, and a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes.

"If there's nothing else, I won't see you off." Rogers had no interest in trash talking, so he closed the door and went back to his room.

Although for the nobles there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests, that is something his father needs to worry about.

Besides, he knew the character of the third prince very well. If he really believed him, he would only end up being stabbed suddenly.

In the next two days, Rogers did not go to the arena again. Instead, he organized most of the knowledge about gear structure into a book, waiting for the right time to publish it.

It was not until the third day, when the ranking tournament officially began, that he went back to watch the game.

"Do you think Elena will win?" Lufia asked curiously while sitting next to Rogers and chewing some pastries.

"Hard to guess." Rogers heard various cheering sounds. He looked at Elena and Alice who were making preparations in the field and shook his head.

"You eat, I'm going to cheer for Elena!" Lufia stuffed the paper bag full of pastries to Rogers, stood up and pumped her fist to cheer for her friend.

"Don't make yourself too tired. It might be your turn soon." Rogers wrapped a snack in magic and stuffed it into his mouth, reminding him vaguely.

The fine sand laid out in the competition field was blown up by the wind, swirling freely and gracefully along the ground.

The sun cast colorful shadows, illuminating the flying sand particles, making them sparkle with tiny golden lights, like thousands of tiny elves dancing.

The two men on the field did not say much before the game, but just stared at each other silently. When Aldrey gave the order, they started to move together.

Alice quickly condensed a lightsaber in her hand, and the sword emitted a dazzling light. Her figure was as fast as lightning, and she rushed in front of Elena in an instant and slashed at the opponent's head.

As the blade fell, the air was filled with a harsh roar and rumble, demonstrating the power it carried.

boom--

Such power did not achieve the expected effect, but only caused a louder collision sound.

"This is...Rog's curse."

Alice stared intently at the magic ribbon that was blocking the lightsaber from slashing down. The power emanating from the sword was constantly absorbed and circulated by it, which in turn increased its power.

"Didn't Rogers teach you this? That's right, even a lot of the information he gave you was written down by me." Elena narrowed her eyes at the dazzling colorful light, her snow-white hair fluttering in the wind and waves caused by the impact.

Her voice was very soft, mixed with a hint of smile and generosity: "If you want to learn, I can teach you."

"Your appearance is just the product of a noble marriage, and you just took advantage of my hesitation! Why are you so arrogant?!"

Alice gritted her teeth and gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands. The sword emanated more light and she swung it continuously to strike at places that the ribbon had not touched.

Her body movements were agile and coordinated, and every swing of the sword was full of power and accuracy. The light left countless afterimages in the air, like a blooming flower.

However, every slash would eventually land on the ribbon, and not even a scratch would be left where the sword passed.

But even so, Elina was still beaten back slowly. Although each slash did not break through her defense, it made her chest feel as if it was hit by a sledgehammer. The greater the retreat, the heavier the feeling of the blow.

When a long-accumulated force fell, the ribbon broke immediately, and she was pushed away by the rapid force.

Amid the flying sand and dust, she stepped on the ground on tiptoe as if dancing, completing a smooth and continuous rotation effortlessly.

When she stopped her light and rhythmic steps and just when a little light condensed on her fingertips, the magic power around her suddenly disappeared. The abrupt end of the spell made her touch her chest, trying to calm the dull pain brought by the backlash and internal injuries.

However, her mind seemed to be entangled with thorny magical powers, causing her control over her body to be greatly interrupted.

"monster……"

Elina tried to lean back, and the tip of the sword, which was emitting light, brushed against her neck, leaving a tiny red mark.

"It's the Saint!" Alice's figure emerged from the dust. Her eyes were firm. She refuted Elena's evaluation of her and turned the sword again to swing towards her neck.

At the same time, the elemental flow around her became extremely violent, making it impossible for Elina to cast a decent spell.

On the contrary, Alice can often mobilize elements to condense into a bursting spark, or release a cluster of exploding ice spikes.

"You once told me that you wanted to take back the Shadow Demon in the name of Alice, but why do you always emphasize the identity of the Saint?"

Elina continued to mobilize her magic power, which helped her to dodge and interfere with the incoming spells.

Even though the situation was so urgent, her movements were still agile and smooth, without a trace of fatigue or confusion, and she could even make jokes.

"That was in front of Rogers, but if he needs me, I can also be a saint!" The lightsaber in Alice's hand suddenly turned into a sickle. She rotated the handle and hooked it towards Elena's back.

However, Elina dodged the attack, which she intuitively felt was certain to hit, by simply turning sideways, and just as in the beginning, she was just a hair's breadth away from it.

"But you, the saint, don't seem to be very strong. Can you really help Rogers?" Seeing that Alice stopped attacking, Elina raised her eyebrows slightly and a contemptuous arc appeared at the corner of her mouth.

A ball of extremely cold flame swayed and rose from her palm, its color as white as her hair.

"Has the validity period of the Ranma Special expired? It really is... weaker than I thought~" Elina's eyes were cold, revealing a sense of contempt, and her tone was full of undisguised provocation.

"Stronger intuition, and... luck? Or maybe I have an undetectable bad luck. Only this can explain everything that happened just now..."

Alice's eyes were focused and calm, not shaken at all by Elina's words. She just took a deep breath and commented slowly and softly.

As she moved lightly, air currents quickly surrounded her body, and the air around her seemed to vibrate in resonance.

"As expected of you, Saint Lady." Elina's expression gradually became serious. She suddenly clenched the spark in her hand and declared firmly, "Unfortunately, in the fate controlled by me, you have no hope of victory."

Chapter 101 Winning and Losing

"Elina is finished. Although I couldn't hear what she said, when she showed the Saint that expression that seemed to declare victory, it would only greatly increase the opponent's power. It might even prompt the Saint to awaken some special gift that can turn the tide of the battle."

Rogers crumpled the empty paper bag in his hand into a ball, burped, and then commented slowly.

As we all know, when the protagonist sees his opponent showing this kind of expression, he will often start to explode and show strength beyond the enemy's expectations.

Moreover, the saint was a person favored by the world. Every failure of hers was either caused by her own uncertainty or she was defeated by the absolute repressive force that transcended classes.

The last time Rogers defeated Alice in the freshman competition, he relied on Elina to abolish the opponent's [Death Demon Special], and then with the blessing of the spirit of the game and the entire competition venue, he was able to barely complete the expulsion.