Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Fike was thinking deeply about the 32 Swords Slash he had just unleashed.

Throughout all of today's battles, he had not yet displayed his full strength.

Even in terms of his sword technique, he had only used the first 20 stances of the 32 Swords Slash.

In regards to spells, Fike had only used a greatly weakened version of the Demon Slaying Ray when he faced Ah Fei.

Overall, he had only used less than one-tenth of his strength, yet he had caused a river of blood to run in the arena today.

If he had used that skill, Divine Snowfall, who knew how many casualties he would've caused within the entirety of the trial arena.

Meanwhile, on the rostrum of the Spell School, Professor Maggie was looking at Professor with a face beaming with pride.

“It seems that Cla.s.s 1's Cazino needs to go back and practice more!”

Queena couldn't refute and simply buried her face in her hands.

Fike walked over to Cazino's side before reaching his hand toward the gaping wound on his chest.

Everyone looked on at Fike's somewhat reckless actions, puzzled.

Even the referee opened his mouth in protest.

“Fike, what are you doing? The match has already ended!”

The other students watching also whispered among themselves.

“I didn't expect Fike to be so vicious. Even after winning the match, he still wants to kill his opponent!”

A sense of dread hung heavily over the heads of all the spectators.

At this moment, only Sertia and Chambers knew why Fike was doing something that could so easily be misunderstood.

As his hand pressed against the wound, a blinding ray of warm, holy light appeared.

Cazino's wound was gradually healing!

Finally, as soon as the wound was completely sealed, Cazino opened his eyes.

“Have you all forgotten that I'm a priest?”

Fike yelled loudly.

When he heard this, Chambers laughed out loud.

“Great, Fike is indeed a terrific student of mine! He really does have a conscience! He's doing this to create buzz for my Healing Magic Department!”

At the same time, Cazino growled slowly in a low voice.

“Fike, my art is not over yet! Let's continue fighting!”

Fike ignored him as he quietly walked down the stage.

The panel of judges who had also misunderstood Fike's intentions, as well as the students in the stands finally realized what had been going on.

It turned out that Fike had simply wanted to heal Cazino's severe injuries.

“As expected of Lord Fike! He's too kind!”

“I'm really crying to death! Even when he had already won the match, Fike was still concerned about his opponent, even when his opponent was so crazy. I'm in love!”

The ones who had been prejudiced against him now stood completely speechless.

As for Fike himself, he simply calmly walked off the stage.

Sertia rushed over to meet him, showering him in excessive praises.

After a while, the battles in the other schools' arenas had also drawn to a close.

Finally, the two emcees still situated on the drum tower spoke.

“The first day of the trials has officially come to an end. All contestants, please return to your dorms and have a good rest in preparation for tomorrow's elimination rounds, where the top 40 will be whittled down to just 20 among the four great schools!”

Hearing these conclusive words, the students began to pack up their things and prepared to leave.

On the drum tower, two gray-robed elders whispered among themselves.

“Hagrid, what do you think of that silver-haired youth? I feel that he has some traces of you from when you were young!”

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“Tiburton, you're exaggerating. I didn't win as easily as he did!”

“But…”

Hagrid started to protest.

“Don't you want to talk about the sword in his hand?”

Tiburton asked.

“Oh, that's right!

“When Fike first took out that magic sword in his first match, my elemental wand seemed to have been stirred to life, and it kept rebelling against me.

“That weapon of his definitely isn't ordinary!”

Hagrid explained.

Tiburton replied, deep in thought.

“In my opinion, that boy's longsword doesn't seem to be made of ordinary materials, but more like…

“Exo… Exotic materials! Right, Hagrid?”

Hagrid nodded slightly in response.

The two gray-robed elders looked at each other, sharing a look of understanding.

Hagrid continued.

“If it really is made of Exotic materials, then it seems that the mystery of Miracle Forest can be answered!”

Tiburton looked at Hagrid, and quickly understood what he implied.

It turned out that Hagrid and Tiburton were the princ.i.p.al and vice-princ.i.p.al of Yogmo Academy.

Meanwhile, Fike and Sertia had finally walked out of the trial arena.

Although the fight with Cazino that had just only ended had been incredibly fierce, that was not what Fike's mind was thinking about right now.

Fike and Sertia walked side by side, and as they did, their hands would b.u.mp against each other from time to time.

Fike quickly thought back to what happened in the lounge.

As he did, his face had turned to become a little rosy.

On Sertia's side as well, her face was also revealing a girlish shyness.

“Fike!”

Sertia took the lead to speak first.

They stopped walking abruptly as Fike turned to look at Sertia, somewhat embarra.s.sed.

“Let's go and get dinner together! Okay?”

Seeing that she'd taken the initiative to invite him to dinner, Fike responded enthusiastically.

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“Yeah, alright!”

The pair soon arrived at the student dining hall of Yogmo Academy, where a bustling crowd had gathered, tightly squeezing them together.

Suddenly, Fike could clearly feel two soft lumps rubbing against his back.

“Fike, walk slower, it's too crowded!”

Hearing Sertia complaining, Fike quickly realized what those two lumps were.

His face turned beet red again.

“O- okay, I'll walk slower!”

Eventually, they finally managed to squeeze into the student dining hall, only to be shocked by the scene that greeted them.

A myriad of intimate couples were seated in this section of the dining hall, snuggling together sweetly.

“Come, dear, open your mouth!”

“Well! My darling is the best to me!”

As sugary murmurs echoed in their ears, Sertia and Fike's faces grew as hot as a red-hot iron.

They made their way to a dining table.

A waiter greeted them, wanting to take their orders.

“Another pair of lovebirds here. What would you two like to eat?”

Hearing the words of the middle-aged woman, Sertia murmured sheepishly.

“We're not lovebirds… Who would want to be with this jerk…”

Seeing Sertia like this, Fike's ability to organize words became jumbled as his mind blurred.

The woman grumbled to him in a low voice in response.

“Young man, it looks like you'll have to work harder! Look at this girl, she'll be done with you soon!”