Perhaps realizing that dragging the fight was to his disadvantage, Sweitevi began to change his approach. He moved rapidly across the ground, and special Branding patterns erged on his body, his speed was like lightning, growing faster and faster.
With such speed, even the students from Saint Yingo who wanted to launch a surprise attack found it difficult to aim and grasp the angle.
After gaining a mont to breathe through high-speed movent, Sweitevi flipped his body, then a radiant silver spear appeared in his hand, gripped tightly. He suddenly leaped up, avoiding a cross attack from Dual Swords, and plunged straight toward a Saint Yingo student in the sky who was too slow to dodge.
Facing the Slash of a Sharp Golden Sword, Sweitevi's spear in hand pierced through in an instant, trading injury for injury, impaling his opponent. Then, with a withdrawal of his spear, a violent spark of lightning flashed by, and the Saint Yingo student plumted, severely wounded and unconscious.
Having dealt with one opponent, Sweitevi felt his pressure lessen slightly as the wound on his body, glowing with a white light, slowly healed, leaving behind a subtle scar.
In subsequent displays of strength, Sweitevi repeated the process, using high-speed movent to dodge attacks continuously, then seizing the right mont to strike down his opponent with swift and fierce blows.
After several exchanges, only three mbers remained on the Saint Yingo side, while Sweitevi was gasping for breath, his magic power and physical energy on the brink of exhaustion.
The three circling in the sky also slowed their speed to save the little magic power they had left, looking down upon their opponent from a distance.
Although they were in a better condition than Sweitevi, they were not at their peak either. At that mont, a close-range surprise attack could potentially defeat Sweitevi in an instant, or they might give Sweitevi a chance to turn the tables in lee combat.
Rembering the other four teammates who had already been taken out, the remaining three decided to play it safe and use long-range attacks.
The Golden Dual Swords in their hands dissolved, and three bows constructed of tendrils gradually materialized. Then, circle after circle appeared between the bows and the strings, and within those circles, arrows made of light slowly took shape.
With a twang, three Light Arrows shot out fiercely. Sweitevi blocked one of the arrows, but the other two hit their mark—one piercing his shoulder and the other passing through his stomach.
In pain, Sweitevi stumbled and nearly dropped to his knees while the three in the sky nodded to each other, continuing their arrow assault.
More than ten seconds later, Sweitevi was pierced by seven or eight arrows, while the three in the sky also began to hover slowly due to excessive magic power consumption.
"Aren't you going to admit defeat, Sweitevi? You're truly resilient," soone in the front said, and many in the hall held their breath watching the final monts of this matchup.
Just when Sweitevi was reeling and everyone thought he was about to fall, the young man accelerated once again. Despite the Light Arrows sticking out of him, they did not disappear but glimred as he ran.
"How is this possible?" The expressions of the three in the sky were ones of shock, and facing the imminent charge, they still couldn't believe it.
Unfortunately, reality doesn't entertain 'what ifs'. As the magic power of the remaining three was nearly depleted, they could no longer form the stunning Tailor's Dual Swords that they had brandished at the start. Two of them were too slow to fly away and evade, getting swept by the Lightning Spear wielded by Sweitevi, hit, and then falling unconscious into the battle arena.
The last 'Caged Fairy' mber, having dodged the attack, rose rapidly and barely managed to condense a Sharp Sword Edge blending gold and silver. Sadly, with no one left to cooperate, a lone Tailor's Sword was incapable of deploying many skills and effects from the secret technique.
The Sword Edge swung again, clashing with the Silver Spear, and as sparks flew, Sweitevi turned his spear to deflect the Sword Edge while thrusting the tip at his opponent's exposed flaw, penetrating his body directly.
The scene quieted down. The opponent who brandished the golden blade froze mid-motion, his eyes filled with defeat, slowly falling, hand clutching the belly pierced by the spear's tip. On the other side, Sweitevi finally collapsed, unable to sustain himself any longer.
Faced with the rare event where both sides lost their combat ability, the on-site referee team deliberated for over ten minutes before declaring a tie, marking the first draw in six years during the Academy exchange competitions.
Afterwards, various news outlets reported on that night's battle, and comntary on Sweitevi began to rise and fall like the wind.
So said he was so strong that he could defeat an entire club on his own, inevitably the champion of this Winter Festival competition.
Others argued that if he struggled so much against the 'Caged Fairies' club, how could he guarantee a place at the top in the Winter Festival competition, crowded with talented contenders, and seize the highest honor?
Still others began digging up information on Sweitevi, telling stories of his life, his upbringing on Mineral Star, and his now internet-affird nickna 'Heir of the Thunder God'.
Suddenly, discussions abounded on the net within the Four-leaf Crystal Star Domain. So believed Sweitevi would be the champion of this Winter Festival, others were convinced that Seraphiel was the strongest of the competition, so were sure that Xia Kui of Swarm's Reign would shine with newfound strength, and there were those who speculated unseen powerhouses still hidden within Saint Ingo School, among others.
In these lively debates, the voices concerning Edith Academy and Crystal Lattice Academy were the weakest, barely a tenth of the earlier ntioned schools, mostly due to the recent 'Death Rose Club' overwhelming defeat, which led many to subconsciously view Edith Academy as inferior to schools like Lelysia Academy. Only when ntioning the Songstress did people add a remark.
"True masters must be brave enough to make a call. I believe the champion of this Winter Festival competition will definitely erge from either Seraphiel or Sweitevi!"
As this statent spread and gained influence, the net began to showcase various red and blue comparison graphics. Seraphiel wrapped in scorching red flas and Sweitevi entwined in blazing blue lightning beca the most talked-about subjects of the month.
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