Chapter 122: Defeating an Opponent Six Levels Higher! A Shift in the Trajectory of Fate! [2]

Edmund lowered his head and stared at the training sword hovering less than an inch from his throat. His face, which had previously been flushed from the intensity of the battle, gradually turned pale.

Lost?

I actually lost?

And to someone six whole levels below me?!

At that moment, the entire arena seemed to fall into deathly silence.

It wasn’t until the instructor serving as referee finally recovered from his brief shock that his voice suddenly rang out, announcing the result.

“Match over! The winner is… Victor Alves!”

Boom!

The moment those words fell, an enormous uproar erupted throughout the spectator stands!

“He won?!”

“A Level 23 actually defeated a Level 29?!”

“And it was a direct confrontation! Edmund couldn’t even break through his defenses!”

“What was that speed just now? I couldn’t even see how Victor moved!”

Shocked exclamations rang out one after another as countless students stared dumbfounded at the figure standing calmly in the center of the arena, their eyes filled with disbelief.

If the rumors about Victor killing a Level 45 magical beast could previously have been attributed to luck or some special circumstances, then this challenge match, which had taken place under everyone’s watchful eyes, had thoroughly proven his strength!

There had been no interference from external factors and no assistance from anyone else.

From beginning to end, Victor had relied entirely on his own combat abilities to defeat a professional six levels higher than himself in a direct confrontation!

In particular, the explosive speed he displayed during the final exchange, along with his unbelievably precise swordsmanship, completely changed the opinions of many students who had previously doubted him.

Meanwhile, at the center of the arena.

Victor had already withdrawn the training sword from Edmund’s throat, a faint smile still lingering on his face.

“Good match.”

Edmund remained standing in place, his expression extremely ugly.

He opened his mouth as though he wanted to say something, but when the words reached his lips, he ultimately couldn’t bring himself to speak.

Because he understood better than anyone that he had genuinely lost.

And he had lost without any excuses.

From his initial aggressive attacks to the consecutive sword techniques he unleashed later, and finally to having his defenses shattered in a single decisive exchange, he had barely managed to seize the initiative at any point throughout the match.

No matter how unwilling he was to accept the outcome, he couldn’t change that fact.

Seeing that Edmund had nothing to say, Victor naturally had no intention of wasting any more time.

He casually returned the training sword to the weapon rack before turning around and walking toward the arena’s exit.

Evelyn had already been waiting there for some time.

“Young Master.”

Seeing Victor approach, she nodded slightly.

Victor was clearly in a rather good mood. After walking up to her, he couldn’t help smiling as he asked, “Well? My performance just now wasn’t bad, right?”

“Not bad.” Evelyn nodded seriously.

However, before Victor could reveal a satisfied smile, she added another sentence.

“At least you didn’t get injured this time.”

“…”

The corner of Victor’s mouth twitched slightly.

He suddenly felt that getting a normal compliment out of Evelyn was becoming increasingly difficult.

However, he didn’t genuinely mind. After all, they had spent so much time together that he had long since grown accustomed to her manner of speaking.

But just as the two of them were preparing to leave the arena…

Ding!

A familiar system notification suddenly sounded inside Victor’s mind!

[Ding!]

[Detected: The Host has successfully defeated a challenger whose level exceeds his own in a public arena match!]

[The Host’s reputation within the academy is increasing!]

[Detected: Certain predetermined trajectories of fate have deviated!]

[Calculating the degree of fate deviation…]

Victor’s footsteps paused slightly.

Hmm?

Trajectories of fate?

Looking at the system notifications that had suddenly appeared before his eyes, a trace of surprise flashed through his gaze.

Originally, he had simply felt that his injuries had almost completely healed, and since someone had conveniently come forward to challenge him, he had accepted the invitation. He intended to use the opportunity to stretch his muscles and test his current combat strength.

As for what benefits he might obtain after defeating Edmund, he genuinely hadn’t given the matter much thought.

After all, although Level 29 could already be considered fairly impressive, it was nowhere near the level of a truly troublesome opponent for someone like him, who had previously confronted a Level 45 Abyssal Bone-Spike Wolf head-on.

But who would have thought that such an apparently ordinary challenge match would unexpectedly trigger the System!

And it was even a notification related to the trajectory of fate!

A look of growing interest gradually appeared in Victor’s eyes.

Compared to the increase in his academy reputation, he was clearly far more concerned about the degree of fate deviation mentioned in the System’s final notification.

Since the System had specifically begun calculating it, didn’t that mean this seemingly ordinary challenge might actually bring him some additional rewards?

Thinking of this, the corners of Victor’s mouth slowly curved upward.

Looks like today’s match really wasn’t a waste of time.

However, just as he was secretly anticipating the System’s next notification, Victor failed to notice that on the elevated spectator stands on the opposite side of the arena, a figure was silently watching him depart.

It was a young man dressed in a black uniform.

From the moment the match ended until now, he hadn’t reacted with surprise like the other students around him. Instead, he had remained quietly seated, his gaze carrying a thoughtful expression.

Only after Victor’s figure gradually disappeared into the distance did he slowly withdraw his gaze.

“Level 23…” The young man quietly repeated the level before a mysterious smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth. “Victor Alves.”

With that, he rose from his seat, turned around, and left the spectator stands.

As for all of this, Victor naturally remained completely unaware.

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