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Delaney patted her back. "May the Gods bless you."
"I hope." Cyan put her hat down on her chair and glided to the center of the arena, landing a few meters before her opponent—a young man with short, sky-blue hair, receiving a spear from a teacher.
"I don't want to hurt a girl, but I hope you'll give me a good time, Belladonna," said the guy in a mocking voice, flamboyantly running his hand through his hair. "After all, you're that Glory's daughter."
Cyan put up a smile and scratched her cheek, glancing at the watcher levitating near them before bringing her gaze back to her foe. "I may be General Killian's daughter, but please don't overestimate me."
A smile crept up Cyan's opponent's lips and spun his spear in delight, watching Cyan receive a zerfara with the thought running through his mind: Such a wimp. She's only gotten here with Willow's help.
As lightning struck down, the guy slammed to the nearest wall, creating a crater and an explosive boom! that echoed in the arena.
The guy slid down the ground and coughed out for a bit, before patting his head and examining his body if there was any blood leaking out of his skin. None.
He rose to his knees, cursing, "Damn, she can manipulate land and—huh?" He looked her way, but there was not a person in sight.
His eye caught a glint from the side and he bent down. A curse rushed past his lips as Cyan's sword slashed the wall and jumped out of the way to avoid getting impaled.
Cyan hopped off as the ground beneath exploded into a water pillar and quickly raised her sword, blocking a blow from her opponent. The dirt cracked upon impact, sparks flew between colliding metals, and both of their eyes glowed.
The wind blew from below and the guy was sent somersaulting in the air.
Murien rose to his feet and sauntered near the wall, his luminous gaze focused on the fight.
Cyan changed the trajectory of the water pillar, turning it to the crowd with a wave of her hand and sword. Some shrieked in awe and surprise as it exploded mid-air, scattering around.
With a motion of Murien's hand, the droplets of water remained above the arena. And with another flick of his hand, all the droplets flew out of the field.
Cyan shot boulders of stones at her opponent as she danced around the spear of water that came down from the sky. With beats of her wings, she charged up to her opponent, clashing blades with him, and hammered her foe away once again.
However, the young man managed to cushion his landing with water and rolled onto the platform where the Headmasters, the Commanders, and their assistant were. Fortunately, all of them had already moved out of the way.
Cyan launched herself before he could get on his feet. Yet, instead of using her sword, she clenched her fist and landed a punch on her opponent's cheek. For the third time, the young man spun in the air and crashed into the wall, breaking it upon impact.
Cyan touched down, folded her wings neatly, and shook her hand with a hiss. "I didn't use my sword to knock you off, but sheesh, how thick is your face—oh." Her brows arched upon seeing the guy unconscious and lying on the ground. Blood oozed out his nose, and on his cheek was a mark of Cyan's fist.
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