"Do you know who the people on the other side are?"

Louis looked at Alice.

Alice shrugged and said, "I'm not the main one for communicating, why should I know these people?"

Louis nodded to show he understood:

"I also think there's no need to know."

It's not that the two are arrogant; it's just that their approach to self-cultivation differs from the academy students'.

Louis smiled and said:

"When I encounter an enemy on an adventure or battlefield, do I have time to gather intelligence about him and understand his fighting style?"

"Eventually, it's just a direct fight. This kind of sparring in the academy is for a better ranking."

"But doing the same for external exchanges is a bit pointless."

Louis glanced at Yudo, who was already fighting below, and looked at Alice:

"Do you want to go first, or should I?"

Alice snorted and said:

"I'll go first, it won't take long."

Louis nodded: "Quick and decisive."

"Got it, got it." Alice thought to herself, "Even a battle junkie like you likes playing house-style love outings?"

Louis chuckled but said nothing.

But Alice could see from his lips what he was about to say:

"Single Dog."

She couldn't help but feel a vein bulging on her forehead.

For some reason, she felt like hitting someone.

Oh my, so annoying, why can't there be more internal sparring?

She kind of wanted to knock down that bastard Louis.

...

Alice, feeling frustrated, naturally vented her anger on the opponent.

Fortunately, she still had some sanity left.

She didn't suppress her level directly from the start.

—Though Louis suspected she felt less satisfied if she didn't suppress her level when fighting.

The whole battle lasted less than a minute.

Even Louis had to admit that Alice was indeed a genuine monster.

Especially after receiving the Orb of Balance from Princess Consort Diana, her mental combat ability transformed significantly.

If her previous combat style was more akin to a stormy onslaught, now her movements were intriguingly unpredictable.

Louis didn't expect the Orb of Balance to boost her so significantly.

Now, her body's flexibility didn't seem humanly possible.

In typical blade clashes, professionals could change their moves two or three times at most.

Alice… this creature could switch six or seven move variations in an instant.

The curved saber in her hands resembled a magic trick tool, deceptively alluring.

Clang!

Accompanied by the sound of metal clashing, the Royal Knight Academy student turned pale, staring at the blade resting on their neck, and surrendered.

One down.

Two down.

Three down.

As those watching watched Alice almost lose herself in the fight, eliminating another opponent, the crowd suddenly erupted in noise.

A young man, draped over two girls, swaggered over.

"Is that Winston Scott?"

"How come he's here?"

"Tsk, tsk, let him go up there. It would do him good to get beaten up thoroughly. I don't like him."

"Is it that you don't like him, or are you jealous of how he swaps girls like changing clothes?"

"Heh, girls who like someone like that have a limited worldview."

"Well, not entirely true. After all, the guy looks good, his skills are there, and his family background is decent."

"Even so, he can't just be playing around indiscriminately. If he hangs around those floozy women, that's one thing, but he's stirred up quite a few girls at school lately."

"This filth must be purged!"

Alice squinted her eyes slightly.

She didn't know why, but seeing the young man made her feel inexplicably nauseated.

It wasn't psychological disgust; rather, she vaguely sensed something affecting her spirit.

She made a decision internally to be a bit ruthless when making her move later.

At this moment, Louis's voice suddenly sounded.

"Alice, step down, I'll handle this one."

Alice turned to look at Louis.

At some point, Louis had appeared under the stage with a blank expression.

Alice said helplessly, "I'm not done having fun!"

Louis glanced at her and said:

"If you don't want to get dealt a bad hand, come down quickly."

"Oh."

Though a bit unhappy, the big wild cat obeyed Louis and came down obediently.

Louis stepped onto the stage, looking calmly at everyone.

"Hurry up, I'm on a tight schedule."

Showing no mercy, embodying a kind of arrogance.

The young man holding two girls grinned widely, jumping up to the stage without hesitation.

"Let's have a match. If you beat me, it's not impossible to give you a few pretty girls."

Louis responded indifferently: "You're really generous, aren't you? Generous with others' property without a second thought, huh?"

Just as he said this, the young man had turned into a blue lightning bolt, drawing his sword toward Louis.

The movement was quick.

The skill was sophisticated.

Completely different from his playboy demeanor.

Among everyone participating today, he was undoubtedly the strongest.

But, that only held true if he didn't face Louis.

A cold arc faster than Winston flashed across the stage.

It was a sheathed sword.

One strike shattered the lightning-like aura.

The second strike knocked away his entangled pink-glowing saber.

Then came another palm strike.

Between a pull and a tug, a seemingly slender yet truly strong large hand bulged with veins, and its fingertips, akin to iron pincers, clutched his throat firmly.

A series of broken breaths were choked off in Winston's throat.

The movement was utterly simple, yet it carried a sense of simplicity made elegant.

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