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Chapter 102: Lanchi's Most Dastardly Plan
Chapter 102: Lanchi's Most Dastardly Plan
In the quiet arena, an ancient wooden house stood, bathed in the mottled sunlight of noon, as two intensely focused combatants conveyed a supreme martial spirit without uttering a word.
The match began.
Rather than rushing headlong into an attack, Zirvey was cautious, maintaining her distance from Lanchi. She carefully cast strengthening and immunity spells on herself, her light and agile body poised to dodge any sudden moves. Her eyes, filled with vigilance, betrayed her wariness of Lanchi's potential for long-range spellcasting.
Perceiving hostility and anticipating her opponent's actions was a hallmark of a true martial artist. Zirvey's heightened senses allowed her to detect Lanchi's intent to attack even before her eyes could react.
Zirvey was well aware that she was up against a versatile mage in Lanchi, and she knew she had to be vigilant for any traps he might set.
However, Lanchi's eyes remained calm and serene, devoid of any hint of hostility.
Zirvey's wariness only increased as she had never encountered someone who could maintain such a friendly demeanor when facing an opponent they had to defeat.
If Lanchi had truly reached a state of completely concealing his hostility, then he might have surpassed her. At the very least, she couldn't match his ability to circumvent the perception of hostility, leaving his opponents clueless about his attacks.
As Zirvey's mind raced with these thoughts, Lanchi finally reached into his pocket and pulled out a stack of magic cards. With swift and precise movements, he scattered the cards towards the beam behind him, activating a machinist-like initiation spell to augment the cards with a simple touch.
A whole stack? Neither Zirvey nor the group of fighters present could fathom Lanchi's actions.
It was common knowledge that there was a limit to the number of magic cards one could bind. The tier of the cards was considered a cost, and a third-tier individual could carry a maximum of thirty tiers' worth of magic cards.
Even if Lanchi carried all first-tier cards, he could have at most thirty cards, and such a setup would render him virtually powerless.
"I concede!"
Lanchi's shout of concession echoed throughout the entire arena.
Before Zirvey could react, she saw Lanchi sprinting away from the wooden house without a backward glance.
"Concede?"
Zirvey was bewildered.
She had imagined a thousand ways Lanchi might have approached the duel with full force, but she never expected him to simply concede, handing her the victory without a fight.
Could it be...
That this guy likes me?
Was he trying to help their team by signing all those agreements?
Zirvey's mind grew chaotic, her heart pounding wildly as she struggled to comprehend Lanchi's intentions.
Just as her heart raced with confusion, a deafening explosion, even more intense than the previous duel with Frey, reverberated through the arena.
Zirvey's eyes widened as she witnessed the beam in front of her, where Lanchi had left the stack of magic cards, erupting in a chain of explosions!
At that moment, the already damaged wooden house, now missing another critical beam, began to shake violently, threatening to collapse at any moment.
When Zirvey looked towards Lanchi and the others, she realized they had all disappeared.
Frey, always prepared, had taken the opportunity to flee the moment Lanchi conceded.
Hyberlian, even faster, had left behind an illusory duplicate, vanishing into thin air.
Suddenly, as Zirvey stood there, her mind in disarray and her face reflecting her disbelief, the wooden house trembled and then collapsed with a mighty crash.
...
Within the Knight Academy's campus, a loud rumble drew the attention of many students.
They saw, amidst the blue lilac bushes, a small wooden house reduced to rubble, with smoke and splintered wood scattered everywhere.
After an unknown amount of time, a slender figure emerged from the ruins, covered in dust.
She stood up shakily, her eyes hollow as if replaying the events that had just transpired.
The feeling of emptiness, like the falling dust, weighed heavily on her heart.
She had indeed won.
But the joy of victory and the warmth she couldn't quite explain were short-lived, crumbling like the wooden house, leaving her confused and disheartened.
She vaguely remembered.
The treaty mentioned.
That regardless of any damage caused during the duel, the fighter team would be held responsible, and the student management committee would not be liable.
Lanchi had indeed used magic cards to blow up the house, although she didn't understand the principle behind his ability to use semi-finished magic cards as detonation runes.
The contract even stipulated: Regardless of the outcome, both parties must uphold the spirit of martial combat and the honor of their family names. There shall be no retaliation, defamation, or use of force or power to threaten or harm the other party. Friendly exchanges must be maintained.
None of this seemed like a coincidence!
At that moment, Zirvey finally understood Lanchi's deception—
This rookie had never intended to win!
His sole purpose was to demolish the house during the duel, and he had even tricked them into signing the contract beforehand.
Frey's provocations had been a ploy to create negotiating space for Lanchi, misleading them into believing he was reasonable!
"I thought... I thought you were a decent guy..."
Zirvey trembled with rage, unsure if it was pure anger or the embarrassment of her previous fantasies that was about to make her heart explode.
Her cheeks flushed, and tears of fury threatened to spill from her eyes.
"Lanchi!!!!"
Zirvey stood atop the ruins, her roar piercing the sky like a deafening storm, reverberating throughout the Knight Academy's campus.
The tide of anger consumed Zirvey's sanity, transforming her into a raging beast as she burst out of the ruins and sped off in the direction where the trio had fled.
And the rest of the fighters, who had just struggled free from the rubble, had also entered a state of bloodlust. Seeing Zirvey charge forward, they followed suit without any hesitation or concern, driven solely by sheer madness.
On the distant road of the Knight Academy, the trio from the student council could also sense the murderous intent and the rumbling of the earth behind them!
The three immediately sped up, running for their lives.
"Hey! It's black and white in writing! You signed the treaty yourself, you can't take revenge on us!"
Lanchi shouted back as he declared.
Although he still felt that he was in the right this time, the overwhelming hostility from his opponents made him feel a little guilty.
He never expected Zirvey to be so angry, especially after he had conceded so amicably!
"Lanchi! You're the most despicable and deceitful scoundrel!!!"
Zirvey's distant voice carried from behind.
"..."
Lanchi dared not say another word for fear of further provoking her. In that brief moment when he turned back, he caught a glimpse of Zirvey's expression and understood her rage.
He was all too familiar with the various stages of human anger, from zero to beyond the limit! And Zirvey was clearly at a point where her anger had overtaken her rationality.
Before she calmed down, even the oath about the spirit of martial combat in the contract might not be enough to restrain her.
Indeed, Talia's teachings were correct. Both sprinting and endurance running were useful because there would be times when one encountered unreasonable bullies like this!
"Lanchi, it's so efficient to work with you."
Frei couldn't help but turn to Lanchi and praise him. He used to think that no one in the world could keep up with his way of thinking, but now it seemed that he had found a teammate who could match him and achieve impeccable results through effective and efficient collaboration.
"Likewise, if it weren't for your cover, I wouldn't have been able to persuade them to sign the peace treaty so easily."
Lanchi was also full of admiration.
He even wished that he had met Frei earlier.
"By the way, what's up with those exploding magic cards of yours?"
Frei seemed intrigued by this new, efficient technology.
"Oh, those are some semi-finished magic cards. I just need to add one more supplementary spell formula to blow them up."
In recent days, inspired by Talia's teachings, Lanchi had invented a new type of "burst-type semi-finished magic card."
While they couldn't be soul-bound,
Lanchi, as a white magician, had finally found a way to indirectly possess some offensive capabilities of a red magician in the mortal world.
There was still room for improvement and enhancement of the explosion's power in the future.
"Next time, shall we go to the Shadow World together? Our model civil team is missing a frontliner, and I bet you're good at taunting, Frei?"
After explaining, Lanchi suddenly remembered something and asked Frei.
Now that the three of them were in the same organization, freshmen, and had good collaborative skills, they would surely be a great team to challenge the Shadow World together!
"What else is there to say? I need the credits, and I haven't been able to find suitable teammates!"
Frei seemed delighted as well. After getting to know Lanchi and Hyperian better, he had shed his initial cold demeanor.
He seemed eager to return to the student council room to play cards and chess with them.
"You two..."
Hearing the conversation between the two extraordinary men, Hyperion couldn't help but complain pitifully as she looked up to the sky:
"Why do I have to run with you two as well!"
She hadn't done anything wrong.
But she felt that if she dared to stop, she would be the one who would suffer.
Thus, on the academy road, under the astonished gazes of the Ikelite Academy students, they witnessed three students running wildly in front, with a group of fighters chasing after them.
It was hard to imagine what kind of evil deeds these three had committed to incite such anger from their pursuers.
...
In the old humanities building, within the student council room.
The spacious and quiet council room housed the president and vice-president, both immersed in their respective work.
The president's long desk reflected the deep hue of the hardwood, and its clean lines made the surface appear even more spacious, despite being stacked with numerous folders and papers neatly arranged in order.
Suddenly, loud voices accompanied by a gust of wind burst into the student council room through the row of large windows.
President Monaster temporarily set down his pen due to the commotion and stood up, his hands clasped behind his back as he stood by the window, witnessing the chaotic scene of pursuit unfolding below.
"Looks like they've accomplished their mission."
Monaster picked up his coffee cup from the desk and took a sip, a hint of approval in his relaxed expression.
"......Can this really be considered a success?"
Soon, Vice President Asina joined him, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in the situation downstairs.
Her words were hesitant, unsure of how to interpret the scene before her.
It seemed as if the three being chased had stirred up a hornet's nest, and they must have done something terribly wrong to evoke such a reaction!
"With these three excellent new members, I'm sure the work of the Student Management Committee will go very smoothly this year."
"In fact, next month, there will be an academic visit from the Kingdom of Aoloran Academy. Although it is a well-known school in the southern continent, every year their attitude seems to be oppressive towards us."
"This year, they seem to have recruited quite a few outstanding freshmen, which is why they are so confident in conducting the academic visit so early in the school year. But with these three, I'm not worried about any trouble."
President Monaster calmly adjusted his single-lens glasses, his expression conveying his appreciation for the value of these three newcomers.
(End of Chapter)
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