It wasnt me who had collapsed, but Charelei.

It seemed she had momentarily lost strength in her legs and collapsed.

It was only natural, because Chareleis mana shield hadnt been completely destroyed.

Just one.

Only one mana shield remained, swirling around Charelei.

And that mana shield bore a fine crack.

In the end, my bullet had succeeded in reaching Chareleis last mana shield.

Of course, it had failed to penetrate it completely.

If only I had some proficiency with it, instead of using it for the first time

I would have succeeded in breaking through Chareleis last mana shield.

If I could have used Absolute Stealth, I would have definitely won.

But as unfortunate as it was, the victory was decided.

According to the bet, I was the one who had to accept defeat in this match.

It was a shame to lose after coming this far, but there was no one to blame.

I did my best.

I had succeeded in pushing a mage, who had reached the realm of magic I was facing for the first time, to the brink.

If I learned how to deal with mages through future sparring sessions with Samuel, I would definitely be able to win.

*Step, step-*

With that thought, I moved towards Charelei, who was sitting on the ground.

The mana shield that had been surrounding her had already disappeared.

W-What?

Charelei stammered, seemingly flustered as I walked towards her.

To her, who was pretending to be bewildered

*Swoosh-*

I reached out my hand.

And brushed her disheveled blonde hair.

As my blood-stained hand touched it, her blonde hair, stained with blood, was neatly arranged.

Then, I grabbed her hand and lifted Charelei to her feet.

That was a good fight.

"But I won. Don't surprise your seniors like that."

Charelei grumbled with a dissatisfied look.

It was only natural that she collapsed in surprise after having all her mana shields destroyed by a single attack.

But victory was ruthless.

I lost this match.

*Swoosh-*

I turned my head and glanced at the Headmaster in the spectator stands.

Thank goodness.

Reading the Headmasters expression, I breathed a sigh of relief.

The Headmaster had a satisfied look on his face after seeing the match.

Although I couldnt defeat Charelei, as a Half-Demon, I had succeeded in pushing one of Sytans strongest to the brink.

In less than a year.

In just a little over half a year, I had managed to catch up to the strongest of the third year.

If I had actually won

There might have been some undesirable backlash.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Its nothing.

I tore my gaze away from Charelei.

There were already boos ringing out as my hand made contact with her body.

Get away from her!

The match was amazing, but thats that, and this is this!

The group that loved Charelei to a suspicious degree was expressing their anger!

Anyway,

According to the bet, the winner is Charelei! Both students have no objections, right?

Yes.

No. Though its frustrating

And so,

With this, the third year wins the inter-year competition!

Unfortunately, the first year had to settle for second place in Sytan.

Huh?

Having lost too much blood, I

*Thump-*

lost consciousness and collapsed.

Adel!

[Get a hold of yourself!]

At the same time, only the voices of Luna and Samuel, screaming from the spectator stands, echoed in my ears.

* * *

After Adel, who had lost consciousness, was escorted to the medical facility

A certain man walked out onto the arena.

Because the match had ended earlier than expected, Sytan had decided to proceed with the final match as well.

The student standing in the arena

Well, this is no fun if the fight is already lost

Baltan sighed deeply and scratched the back of his head.

And with a faint smile, he muttered,

But I did see something interesting.

The move that Adel had shown.

That attack was enough to make Baltans blood boil.

*Rumble*

As the match began, Baltans fighting spirit erupted from his body, overwhelmingly filling the arena.

Baltan, looking at the terrified opponent, smirked.

As a reward, I should show you something too.

Even though the student who should have seen it had fainted.

Baltan clicked his tongue in regret and slammed his spear onto the ground.

And then,

*Rumble*

A spear phantom, the size of a house, formed from fighting spirit, began to descend.

The moment the giant spear touched the arena floor

*Crash*

it began to obliterate everything, tearing the arena apart.

A mighty blow, imbued with all of Baltans power.

In an instant,

The arena was in ruins.

Haha, I failed to control my strength.

Baltan burst into laughter, a satisfied smile on his face.

It was a smile filled with relief, as all the final exams had now come to an end.

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