The ground of the arena continued exploding in random pces.

  Some of the weaker students could only see a few shadows colliding.

  As for the stronger ones, they could barely see the figures of Eon and Cyril in the field.

  Their speed kept increasing and the force of their collisions kept rising at a pace that foretold something bad, to the point that if you felt the ground beneath the students’ feet you would sense the earth trembling slightly…

  Rin Evelyn could not help but frown slightly as she watched this scene.

  She was not surprised by Cyril’s strength; after all, she had already fought him several times since st year on different occasions.

  She knew his strength well. Even now he had only used 40% of his power.

  He had not yet activated the Rune of Heaven and Earth, nor had he used any spells, and more importantly than all of that, he had not activated his bloodline yet.

  Instead, he was still engaging in close combat with Eon, even though that currently seemed to be in Eon’s favor.

  What shocked her was that Eon was a new student who had barely been enrolled for a month, yet he was matching Cyril using aura alone. What made her shiver was that Eon still seemed rexed during the fight and had not yet reached the stage of struggling just to endure. This meant that Eon had also not used his full power yet, and the calm expression on his face during the fight made it difficult for the spectators to know what he was thinking, like a bottomless abyss.

  She came out of her thoughts when she heard the sound of a powerful collision.

  She quickly refocused on the scene and saw that Cyril had increased his strength once again and kicked Eon backward several meters.

  Then he jumped back and extended his hand forward, and a circle half a meter in diameter with a bright red color and strange inscriptions began appearing in the air before Cyril, carving themselves into the air.

  “!!” someone shouted.

  “A white-rank magic art.”

  The mana circle began to spin as it rapidly drew mana from the air.

  Cyril said slowly,

  “Vesindra Fme.”

  In less than a second, a torrent of fire shot toward Eon, who had finally stopped sliding backward from Cyril’s kick.

  The moment he fixed his gaze, he saw a pilr of fire coming toward him.

  Rin gnced at Professor Ira to see if she intended to intervene to protect Eon, but it seemed she did not intend to do so; her emerald eyes remained calm.

  Then she suddenly turned toward Rin when she sensed her gaze on her and smiled gently at her.

  Meanwhile in the arena, the fmes covered Eon’s figure and he was no longer visible to the students.

  When they thought the match had ended here and that the professor would intervene—

  Explosion.

  The ground trembled slightly when an aura burst out explosively without a defined shape from the pce where Eon stood, bsting the fmes away.

  When he appeared again in the spectators’ eyes, they saw that Eon had shaped his arm like a sword.

  He slowly raised it as his aura condensed on his arm in the form of a sharp bde that ended at the tip of his hand without a single drop of aura leaking from it.

  Then he brought it down at great speed and a bde about two meters long shot out, splitting the pilr of fire like tofu and heading rapidly toward Cyril.

  Cyril was startled and barely moved his head when the bde passed beside his face and cut his cheek and then his ear, and blood flowed from them…

  Then he directed his gaze toward Eon, who was already raising his arm again. When he saw the sharp bde, he felt a sting in his eyes.

  Eon lowered his arm and sent another bde that released a sharp whistling sound as it shot at even greater speed toward Cyril, who reinforced his legs with mana and moved aside.

  The moment his foot touched the ground he saw another bde unching powerfully toward his shoulder. He hurriedly pced a mana barrier before him.

  He had barely finished when the bde reached him, and his eyes widened when he saw his barrier cracking.

  Then the bde struck his shoulder.

  Silence…

  The arena fell into silence when the spectators saw Cyril’s training robe torn apart and turning dark red, revealing a deep wound in the shoulder until the white bone appeared for a moment…

  This was thanks to the mana barrier that had already reduced the power of the bde; it had only struck his shoulder with a tenth of its power, otherwise it would have cut it off completely.

  The eyes of the 300 students turned toward Eon, filled with absolute shock.

  Even Rin was no exception, while the professor stood with calm eyes as if she had already expected this, although her eyes hid a faint glimmer.

  Someone muttered in a low voice that was still audible in the eerily quiet arena,

  “This is just damn nonsense.”

  Then another voice, louder and filled with complete confusion,

  “How the hell can he use this move already?!”

  Cyril, who was still shocked from his bleeding shoulder, suddenly roared while turning toward Eon,

  “How the hell can you use a move that is exclusive only to those of the Integration rank, what the hell—”

  His voice suddenly cut off when he saw Eon panting in sweat, his face pale and barely able to stand upright.

  Eon raised his gaze to Cyril.

  Silence for a second.

  Then he said with a smile dripping with undisguised mockery and contempt,

  “Who the hell is the idiot who said it’s exclusive to the Integration rank? Bring him here so I can give him a few sps and open the eyes of his damn dog.”