Chapitre 29: Time's Up. A Battle That Will Start His Legacy 2.
"Welcome to Anbord Mage Academy, ladies and gentlemen, students from all year groups! Today is a momentous occasion. We witness a rare duel between a reigning Tyrant and an ordinary student. Our duelists today are the high-ranking Tyrant of Ice, Leon Richards, and the newly awakened Telekinesis user, Ethan Smith Junior. Adding to the drama, Ethan will also read an apology letter to Clara for an... unfortunate incident. Stay tuned! The duel begins in 30 minutes. Now, let's welcome our esteemed principal, Principal Carmen!"
The commentator, a round boy with silky black hair and chocolate skin, announced with enthusiasm, his voice booming through the arena.
Principal Carmen, a tall woman dressed entirely in black with a veil covering her face, stepped up to the podium. Her mere presence silenced the crowd as she unleashed a hint of her powerful aura, instantly commanding attention.
"Good day to everyone present. Welcome once again to this duel, which will begin shortly. Before we commence, Ethan Smith Junior will publicly apologize to Clara Verna. To make things more interesting, if Ethan puts up a good fight—or even wins—he will be granted a Tyrant title. Let us all learn from this battle. Best of luck to both duelists. Give us a good show."
Principal Carmen smiled mischievously beneath her veil, recalling the extra twist she had added. Ethan was in for a surprise, one that would hardly work in his favor.
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Ethan sat quietly in his chair, trying to control the shaking in his hands. The duel wasn't just being watched by Anbord Mage Academy; others were tuning in as well. The pressure weighed heavily on him. Despite his growth in power and skill, his system had thrown him into yet another impossible situation. His Aura Control and half of his martial arts technique, Darvohin, were sealed. On top of that, his weapon and its arts were off-limits. All he had was Telekinesis and a partially sealed martial art, while Leon had superior martial skills and, most likely, a Path.
His chances of winning were bleak. Yet, with the duel fast approaching, all he could do was follow the system's orders.
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Meanwhile, Leon was brimming with confidence.
"I can't wait to crush that peasant," he sneered. "I'll show him where he really belongs. That frog dares to dream of the swan? He's already dead."
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"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome **Ethan Smith Junior**, who will read his apology before the duel commences," the commentator announced, his tone laced with mockery.
Ethan walked toward the podium, enduring the mocking and disdainful gazes from the audience. Even the commentator didn't bother to hide his contempt. Ethan wore simple, casual clothes, earning him even more derision.
"He really thinks he can beat Leon?"
"Let him have his moment of arrogance—it'll come crashing down."
"Too bad. He's got the looks, but no brains."
"What a shame."
The ridicule was palpable, and Principal Carmen finally stepped in, motioning for the crowd to quiet down.
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Ethan took a deep breath and began, "Good day, students and authorities of Anbord Mage Academy. I stand here to take responsibility for my actions toward **Miss Clara Verna**. This is my apology to her:"
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In realms where words oft falter, I seek to mend,
With verses spun, a bridge to tend.
Apologies whispered in echoes of rhyme,
A solace sought, in this fleeting time.
For words unspoken, hearts gone astray,
I offer this ode, a humble display.
In twilight's grace, let's reconcile,
With gentle whispers, let love compile.
Within these lines, a subtle plea,
A bridge of hope, for you and me.
So, take my hand, in quiet resolve,
And let our story anew evolve.
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"I am truly sorry, Clara, and I hope you can forgive me, even if I lose this duel." With that, Ethan turned and walked toward the center stage, leaving behind a stunned silence.
The crowd was bewildered.
"Did he just propose through an apology?"
"Wow. That guy's got guts."
"I misjudged him. He's a man after all."
Leon, on the other hand, was fuming. His face flushed red with anger. 'How dare Ethan propose to Clara in front of the entire academy! I'll make him regret it!' Leon stormed toward the stage, rage fueling his every step.
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Now, the arena, vast as a stadium, was set for the showdown. On the massive black stage stood Ethan and Leon, facing each other. Ethan appeared calm despite the slight tremble in his hands, while Leon was livid, practically shaking with rage.
The commentator, Algrid, stepped forward. "The rules are simple: fight until one duelist passes out. You may use any abilities at your disposal, but no weapons or lethal accessories. Killing is forbidden. May the strongest win!"
Leon sneered, pressing a button on the back of his neck. Instantly, streaks of blue light enveloped him, forming an armored suit with glowing golden designs. A transparent blue visor covered his face—his *energy suit, a symbol of his advanced combat readiness. He sneered again, confident in his advantage.
Ethan, however, mirrored his actions, confusing Leon and the audience alike. Red light surrounded him, forming a reddish-black suit with intricate gold and silver glowing patterns. A black visor appeared over his face.
The arena fell into stunned silence. Ethan had an energy suit—one that looked as formidable as Leon's, if not more so.
"You! Where did you get that?!" Leon shouted, furious.
"Why should I tell you, simp?" Ethan shot back, his voice cool.
"I bet your mom spent her inheritance on that suit!" Leon spat.
"Are we fighting with fists or words? Or are you on your period?" Ethan retorted casually.
"You—"
"If you need time, we can reschedule. I have better things to do."
"Humph! You'll beg me to spare your pathetic life. Just wait."
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Start!" Algrid's voice cut through, signaling the duel's beginning.
Both fighters assumed their stances. Leon's experience was expected, but what surprised the crowd was Ethan. His stance, though unorthodox, was nearly devoid of openings. He stood hunched, legs apart, ready to pounce—almost beast-like.
They studied each other, waiting for the right moment. Tension built as the seconds ticked by, the entire arena holding its breath.
Then, with a resounding boom, both combatants vanished from their spots, clashing at the center of the stage in a flash of light.
Cadeaux
-- Cadeau
reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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