They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System Chapter 535: One of Them Must’ve Coached Her

Commander Olivia smirked slightly. "This one fights like she’s in live combat."

Madam Wolke wrote her score without hesitation. "Efficient. Very."

Her scores never dipped below 85.

And just like that, Stephanie stayed at the top of the leaderboard.

Every other student eyed her warily.

So of them quietly prayed they wouldn’t draw her na in the next round.

Even online, the tension was clear.

@MartialArtsMom: If I see my child’s na next to Stephanie’s, I’m pulling them out.

@NicholasFanHere: Can anyone even match her?

@SpilledTeaOnLive: In year three? Doubt it!

In the middle of it all, Stephanie stood calm. Her uniform didn’t have a wrinkle, her ponytail didn’t shift.

She wasn’t tired.

She wasn’t impressed by her opponents.

And she definitely wasn’t done.

The energy in the arena shifted again when the announcer called out the next na:

"Student Nicholas."

Unlike his twin sister, Nicholas didn’t walk onto the stage like it belonged to him.

He owned it the mont his foot touched the mat.

He didn’t carry Stephanie’s sharp edged aggression, his strength was his advantage. Calculated but wild. Where Stephanie was speed and strike, Nicholas was brute and force.

His first opponent tried to take him by surprise with a flurry of fast moves.

Mistake.

Nicholas stepped back once, shifted his weight, and slamd the opponent down with a textbook throw that had Master Tayo leaning forward in delight. "Nearly perfect control of center. He barely even broke form."

"He used minimal movent plus much strength to get maximum effect." Commander Olivia pointed out

"Indeed," Madam Wolke nodded "He uses his strength to his advantage. Strong fighter."

"I don’t expect less. He has a solid foundation." Elder Onyedika said as he scored Nicholas

In all, Arthur said nothing and just scored without bias.

SCORE: 17 – 18 – 18 – 16 – 17 = 86% - A

The comnts online clearly agreed with the score

@CombatWatch101: That throw was clean. There were so wasted energy though.

@ChibuezeTwinsStan: The twins are sothing else. Stephanie is fire. Nicholas is a mountain.

@Year3Survivor: Who let two top tier boss level fighters into this exam?? I want to go ho.

Nicholas’s second match proved more challenging.

His opponent was faster, younger, and had a longer reach, clearly soone who had trained to outmaneuver. But Nicholas didn’t flinch. He stood firm, his stance wide and grounded, like a mountain refusing to move.

The match began with his opponent circling, darting in and out with testing strikes. But Nicholas absorbed the hits that ca close, waiting, watching. Then, he moved.

He blocked high with a loud smack, ducked low, and slamd his weight forward in a shoulder charge that shook the mat. Before anyone could blink, he swept the boy’s feet out from under him and pinned him flat with a sharp thud that echoed through the arena.

Gasps rose from the audience.

"Whoa," soone near the front muttered. "He didn’t even give the kid a chance to breathe."

In the judges’ row, Commander Olivia nodded once, lips pursed in approval but slight disappointnt.

"Direct. Brutal. Not elegant and there’s wasted energy," she said under her breath.

Elder Onyedika, arms crossed, added, "Not subtle either... but highly effective."

Master Instructor Tayo scribbled down a number with a tight smile. "He does know how to finish a fight."

Even Arthur, though silent, shifted slightly in his seat, his gaze narrowing.

Above the crowd, the screens lit up:

Nicholas Chibueze – 83% - A

He had scored just under his sister, again. And that seed just right.

Stephanie was the storm that tore through the field.

Nicholas was the hamr that followed.

"Still in second place," whispered one of the livestream comntators, "but no one in their right mind would call him second best."

"Yeah," his co host replied. "Stephanie’s a scalpel. Nicholas is a sledgehamr. Both cut deep, just differently."

"But haven’t you noticed that Stephanie has better precision and control" the co host pointed out

"You make a good point." The host replied, clearly in agreent.

Their comnts helped the audience to also see this. No wonder Nicholas was second place.

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His na stayed second on the leaderboard, right under Stephanie.

But with every match, it beca clear...

The Knox twins weren’t just top of their class. They were in a class of their own.

The winners drew new nas. One by one, they faced off again.

Nnenna kept winning.

Her matches lasted two minutes. Then three. Then five. One opponent stretched her to eight. Another barely made it to twelve. The longest was fifteen minutes, a student well trained and sharp, but still, she won with the sa quiet focus and graceful precision.

Every victory deepened the silence before the next match.

Every clean takedown stirred louder whispers.

By the ti only six contestants remained, the entire arena was electric with disbelief and anticipation.

The final six were ranked with their scores, from the highest to the lowest.

Student Stephanie : 90%

Student Nicholas : 83%

Student Adam : 80%

Student Chang : 78%

Student Keanu : 77%

Student Nnenna : 75%

Only two girls had made it to the finals.

The crowd couldn’t stop buzzing, about Stephanie, who had been a constant storm from the start... and about the small, quiet girl from Year one, with the doe eyes, who had defied every expectation and carved her place with precision, not power.

From her seat, Stephanie stared at the scoreboard, lips pressed into a thin line.

Nnenna White.

She narrowed her eyes, a sharp breath escaping.

Seriously?

She had watched with her own eyes, match after match, how Nnenna kept winning. That sa transfer student who intended to skip years and sohow ended up in her year group, challenging students who had trained nearly all their lives.

Stephanie’s fingers curled around her water bottle.

Carl. Somto. Maybe Arthur. One of them must’ve coached her. There’s no other way she would be this polished. But even then... she can’t possibly be better than people who’ve trained half their lives for this.

People like her.

The scoreboard glowed again.