Clang!
Two figures vanished and reappeared in midair at incredible speed. One attacked with sharp precision, while the other parried effortlessly, as if he had anticipated the move from the start.
Suddenly, the defender spun around and drove his foot into his opponent's stomach.
In an instant, the man was sent flying and crashed to the ground. Dust billowed up, obscuring the view.
A few moments later, the dust slowly settled, revealing the figure on the ground—Geran.
"Ahem…" Geran coughed and clutched his aching stomach. "How is this possible? Just how strong is Merlin Clay?"
His attack hadn't looked particularly impressive, but the impact was excruciating.
It felt unbelievable for a first-year student to possess such overwhelming strength.
Meanwhile, the professors watching the fight wore stunned expressions.
From the beginning, Geran had seemed to dominate. He had even looked close to victory.
