By now maybe the whole academy heard about Leo's pledge to win.
Even when Cyril was hunting earlier, he could hear students discussing this.
When the spectators noticed his approach, they moved out of the way, giving him a much better view of the situation.
Leo and Cedric had already begun the duel and were currently throwing spells back and forth. Both of them used the sa fighting style, with one hand holding the sword and the other one used for casting.
In Cyril's opinion, Leo didn't have much chance to win.
While he knew a few good spells, he was clearly a newbie when it ca to fighting. He always responded in a fluster whenever Cedric did anything at all.
It appeared like Leo understood that himself.
His face was becoming more and more frustrated, and his attacks beca even less effective as a result.
At so point his feeling reached the boiling point.
He threw his sword away and started casting a different spell with both of his hands.
Cedric tried to reduce the distance between them, but he couldn't make it in ti, and the spell was finished.
It sent out a wave made out of fire, covering half of the arena.
Cyril was surprised Leo could learn sothing like this only in his first year.
"Looks like there is so reason at least for his pride."
The flas looked impressive, and one could seemingly feel their heat all the way outside the arena.
Cedric didn't just give up upon seeing this and created a shield in front of him. After doing this, he started running into the wave to reach Leo.
Maybe the spell was not as potent as it looked, or maybe Cedric's shield was stronger than most, but he passed through the flas unhard and stood in front of his opponent, sword in hand.
Sending such an attack did not co without consequences. Leo was not even capable of defending himself at the mont.
He was completely exhausted. All Cedric did was place a sword before his neck, and the judge announced the end of the duel.
With disbelief written all over his face, Leo stood there pale and unresponsive for so ti before his expression beca twisted in sha and anger.
"You mongrel! You won't be able to keep that smug look for long, I promise that!" Leo yelled with a red face.
Even Cyril thought he appeared quite ugly at the mont.
Leo started slowly stumbling away from the arena, snapping at anyone standing too close or offering to help.
"He is the sa as usual; I hope he is actually planning to do sothing." Rhamn only wanted to see so entertainnt.
Cyril didn't care too much about him right now; he was more concerned with how to get more points.
Cedric's score after this duel is 6... If I defeat soone else while he rests, it should be fine.
With another victory, Cyril will have 8 points, which ans he will still be eligible to challenge Cedric.
Thinking it would be a nice way to spend ti, Cyril began looking around for anyone suitable he could challenge.
He didn't search for long.
It turns out soone with 5 points was observing the sa duel nearby, surrounded by followers.
He unhurriedly approached that person and greeted him.
"Hello, Your Highness, how are your matches going?" said Cyril to the prince.
Upon noticing who was greeting him, Clayton Fairfax visibly tensed up. "Please, just call Clayton."
He couldn't help but peek at Cyril's score above his head.
"My duels have been going smoothly... so far." Clayton cautiously said.
"Would you care to discuss the duel earlier? I am sure your insights will help make it even more interesting." Quickly regaining his composure, the prince tried to negotiate with a smile.
His followers also chid in, citing how impressed they were by Cyril's previous matches and how his words today may help a future emperor.
"A weak threat." Rhamn sneered in contempt.
"I am sorry, Your Highness, but I would like to challenge you." calmly said Cyril.
Hearing these dreaded words, Clayton almost lost his smile.
Of course he couldn't do anything about it, and they occupied the now-empty arena.
So the crowd of spectators beca a bit bigger than before.
People were always interested in the prince, and seeing how he was dueling the second-greatest threat in the building, they beca excited.
The prince, though, had a stiff smile on his face.
When he first ca to this academy, one of the first things he did was have a duel with Cyril during combat training, and he still rembered how it went.
Soon the announcent to begin the match was made and the prince readied his rapier.
Even though he was confident in the results of this match, Clayton didn't want to lose too badly.
He had a reputation to uphold, so he gave it his all.
Given his range advantage, Cyril was the first to strike.
He didn't hold back at all when fighting the prince, and his attack carried great weight and speed.
Clayton knew it was pointless to try and block that spear with a rapier and tried his hardest to dodge to the side.
He escaped by the skin of his teeth and wanted to make a counterattack, but Cyril was even quicker than he rembered.
There was no ti to breathe; a horizontal sweep was now coming at his head.
In his desperate attempts to evade, Clayton began to think that it was a mistake to approach Cyril in close combat.
This strength was not sothing a normal person could deal with.
The prince only managed to survive a few more attacks before he failed to dodge and was sent flying in a familiar manner.
After the judge declared Cyril's victory, nurous students went in to check on the prince and help him get up.
Cyril could hear so students saying how he was too ruthless and too disrespectful to the future ruler of the empire.
"Haha, you got even stronger than last ti," Clayton said, getting up from the wooden floor with a smile still on his face.
"I admit defeat. It was a good duel." Clayton didn't seem to hold any grudge over this—at least none that Cyril could tell.
Hearing the prince's words, the followers around him began praising him in whatever way they could.
"That was incredible, Clayton! You are the only one who fought Cyril fairly and managed to hold on for so long." For them, the only way to properly flatter the prince right now was to raise up Cyril even further.
"Yeah! When you have enough ti to learn, I am sure you will defeat that monster in the future." Clayton was listening to all this with an unchanging expression, his thoughts a mystery.
"He must be feeling embarrassed inside; there's no way anyone could listen to all that flattery with a calm heart."
Not interested in staying any longer, Cyril moved on.
He was planning on going to the spectator stands to wait in ambush. He will have the duel he wanted today.
Back in his seat, Cyril now had the ti to check up on how everyone else was doing.
Myra was still going from challenge to challenge.
Her score was 8 as well now. Soon there will be no one eligible left to fight her.
Both Rose and Edmund managed to score 5 points and were currently in another duel right now.
Out of curiosity, he also checked on his previous opponents.
Bonzo only had 4 points.
Part of it is because he only recovered not too long ago and didn't have the ti to accumulate, and another part is that the news about his unusual strategy reached almost every student's ears.
Even after thoroughly searching, Cyril didn't manage to find Regina; it seems she was yet to recover.
That's unfortunate; she deserves a good placent. Cyril was impressed by her magic and even had so thoughts of asking her if she could teach him.
"What I am curious about is why none of them are in class I; both of them are stronger than the average student." At this mont Rhamn was sitting by his side.
There must be so reason; I am sure they will transfer at so point; it would be a waste otherwise.
They spend this ti together, discussing whatever cos to mind.
After a while he noticed Cedric got up from his seat; it seems like he didn't waste too much energy in that earlier duel.
Imdiately, Cyril went after him, wary of his surroundings after having been interrupted twice before.
Thankfully this ti he finally managed to reach him in peace.
Cedric noticed Cyril and stopped.
He wore a friendly smile as his black eyes gazed at his classmate.
Guessing the reason for his approach, he scratched his hair and asked without changing his expression, "You want to duel?"
Finding this conversation pleasantly straightforward, Cyril answered in a single word.
"Yes."
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