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This encounter didn't take long to happen, as Zion quickly lunged at him in a similar attack to the previous one, but with more power.

Some level 1 magic covered his feet and he reached Louis's front with a speed that was impossible given his weight and distribution.

Louis was quick enough to react this time, diving under this man with a big, powerful belly. Given his size, he was able to quickly pass under him and hit him several times in the back.

But there also rested a second level 2 spell, the only two Zion knew and needed to make his fat body as hard as rock.

Louis had to jump back and then try to hit him with the force of the momentum he had gained, but even then, this guy weighed a ton.

"That magic must have increased its weight," he thought.

And it didn't just increase by a few pounds, it must have been hundreds of pounds at once, maybe even several tons, because moving it now was incredibly difficult even with powerful blows.

Even so, Louis didn't give up, taking advantage of the fact that this guy's speed was only his strength in frontal attacks. For lateral movements and when someone tried to hit him from blind spots, his speed was drastically reduced due to the difficulties presented by his body.

"Bastard, stop running and face me head-on!" Zion shouted, trying to step on him or something, but Louis was quite elusive and he wasn't big enough.

"Haha, I'm not that stupid." Louis gave him a hard blow to the stomach from below at that moment.

Although Zion felt terrible pain and staggered backward several times, he immediately smiled.

If he stood in front of him, then he was finished, considering the short distance between them and the end of the arena.

So Zion stamped his foot and prepared to lunge at him, with a force that left a hole in the sand.

But when he looked up, Louis was nowhere to be seen.

"Where?" He quickly looked for him, but soon felt a blow to his right foot that knocked him forward.

"So fast?" In shock, Zion put his hands out to fall on them to the ground and try to attack, but suddenly he felt his body swaying, which made him dizzy.

He didn't understand what was happening until he saw that the ground was spinning and his body wasn't falling to the ground.

He looked down and noticed that Louis was holding him by the leg and swinging him slightly from side to side.

"What the hell? How strong is this guy?" He thought in shock, and his mind was alarmed when he felt a strange tug on his body backward and then a strong push forward.

His body, which was already enormous, shot forward at a moderate speed.

"Shit." He despaired in midair and tried to stop himself, but his body didn't hit the ground until it reached the corners of the arena.

Although he desperately tried to cling to the sand, the enormity of his body prevented him from doing so, and he ended up rolling out of the arena, his body sore and injured.

Although he initially couldn't believe what was happening, he sighed when he realized that the staff had come to assist him, so he deactivated his magic, and that's when he realized that not only were the bones in his leg in trouble, but he also had scrapes all over his body and wounds almost everywhere.

He let out a groan of pain as he looked at Louis.

He felt that he had lost in such a... futile way that it made him feel annoyed.

Louis smiled when he was finally announced the winner and looked at his hands.

"He was so heavy that he dislocated my wrists," he thought. Since it was very difficult to move him by the fists, he was going to move him using the momentum of swinging movements, and that's what he did.

The problem was that when he lifted it, he realized that its weight of several tons was too much for his relatively small body. It dislocated his wrist and strained his muscles, which protested against him for doing something so foolish.

Furthermore, that increase in mass using magic reminded him of his own concept, but it was a little different. Perhaps it was the magic of a martial artist, perhaps it had come out without him realizing it, or perhaps he understood the increase in mass quite well.

Whatever it was, it would be a good idea to try to talk to him later, so he stored his name and face in his memory and left the arena.

Taking advantage of the fact that he wasn't called immediately, he returned to the dressing rooms to bandage his wrists and heal his wounds a little.

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"To be able to carry a body weighing approximately 10 to 15 tons so easily... I'm afraid this student is truly physically powerful."

In the room with the emperor and his people, the emperor himself was surprised by this and looked at one of the men now sitting near him.

"Mr. Miroc, do you know who he is?" he asked curiously.

At that moment, Miroc snapped out of his stupor. 'How on earth does that little guy have so much strength? What the hell did Hardrial do to him? Secret curses?' He swallowed a little and forced a smile toward the emperor.

"Mr. Emperor, he is one of Professor Hardrial's students. He is a talented young man." He smiled at him.

"Hardrial's student? I understand that he only taught Armamentalists," said the Emperor, but it seemed more like a reminder than a question that expected affirmation or denial.

"It is, Lord Emperor. That young man is an Armamentalist."

"With that strength and physical prowess?"

"Haha... I'm also surprised. It's the first time I've seen him in action, although I had already heard rumors."

'Such a powerful Armamentalist...' The Emperor frowned and stared at him intently. 'You will be dangerous if you remain under Hardrial's influence, little foreign boy.'

"What is his surname?" the Emperor asked once more.

"He is the last descendant of the Habsburgs, sir. Louis von Habsburg, youngest son of Lord Habsburg."

"Habsburg?" The Emperor frowned and sank into his seat, deep in thought.

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Hardrial smiled when he saw that Louis had decided to bring out that little one with that strategy. "As bold as ever," he said.

"More than bold, I would dare say he is actually a playful one, just like my little one," said Robert Priestley from the dark side of the room.

He had been there for a while to avoid being seen from other angles.

"Certainly, he reminds me a little of Miss Rebecca."

"Haha, Mr. Hardrial, be open and tell me, who do you think is more talented? Rebecca, Mark, Evergreen, or this little one."

"Among the four, which one is better?"

"Yes, I think I can trust your good judgment."

"Haha, you don't need to doubt my answer, then."

"Go ahead."

"No one in this empire is better than that little one. Not now, nor in the past. And when I say no one..." He turned to look at him, and his eyes glowed softly. "I mean no one. No matter what castle you can think of."

In the darkness, Robert's eyes widened in complete shock.

It was difficult for anyone to say that a young person was better than his Rebecca. She was the most important magical pillar of the empire, and even though she liked to waste time, her magic continued to improve greatly, so it would not be a mystery to him if Hardrial replied that she was the best.

Now, if he said that Louis was better than Rebecca, although it would be a huge surprise, it would not be as big as what he said.

No one is like him, neither now nor in the past. No matter the castle.

That statement was... overwhelming.

There are so many talented castles that surpassing all their geniuses was a ridiculous difficulty. But there is one castle whose levels of genius are in a league of their own.

The Lockwards.

And his final statement meant something very clear: Not even the greatest genius the Lockwards have had lately can compare.

He was referring to the first Princess of Velharthe, the Hidden Treasure whose traces were difficult to find.

At this point, few know who she is, but her talent is recognized throughout the empire and the world.

Just because it is Hardrial who says so, Robert is not so reluctant to believe it. But even when he said he would not doubt Hardrial's judgment, he found it hard to believe this time.

"Haha, don't bother hiding your disbelief. If someone told me that he was more talented than that girl, without me having seen him, I would act the same way. Although not many have seen how talented and good that girl is, her fame alone is a symbol of greatness, but the young man in front of us is greatness itself."

"Why are you so sure of that?"

"Because I saw it, heard it, observed it, and understood it."

"..." Robert remained silent and noticed that the same boy had returned to the arena.

Until now, he hadn't seen much of him, but the most surprising thing was that he had managed to gain such incredible strength at only 16 years old.

"Two or four years since his awakening is too short a time for that. Did he awaken six years ago? Although awakening before the age of 12 is not always beneficial," he thought, watching the fight unfolding in front of him.

It was a fight that Louis won with considerable difficulty, but he still did not reveal his weapon.

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