Half-elf Notebook

On the driving range

The brown-haired boy took a half step back, stood on the left with his sword in hand, while Ina boredly stuck the wooden sword into the ground like a crutch, looking as if she was saying, "You are not worth my serious effort."

Even so, the tense atmosphere did not change at all.

The referee of the duel, the brown-haired man who had competed with the boy, spoke:

"Rules of the duel: No weapons other than wooden swords are allowed. There are no restrictions on personal skills. The winner is the one who hits with the wooden sword once. Do either party have any objections?"

"No."

The boy spoke in a serious tone, while Ina was casual.

"The duel begins!" the referee announced sternly, waving his right hand and stepping back.

The brown-haired boy held his sword in front of his chest, very cautiously. It was obvious that he did not take Ina's words as brainless nonsense.

The defensive position is a symbol of a swordsman's transition from a novice to an experienced one. Compared to the offensive position which is difficult to change and adjust, the defensive position that comes later is easier to interrupt and deflect the opponent's attack while counterattacking.

"Different from the greatness of the four elements, the creation of God, the blessing of holy light and life, the power of healing, please listen to my words and answer my prayers... Primary physical recovery."

As the girl's ethereal voice began to chant, magic power gathered in her hands. Several elf-like light spots were outlined in the air and connected. A magic circle emerged in the void.

"Magic?" The young man was secretly shocked, but there was nothing he could do. The distance of thirty meters was not enough for an ordinary person like him to do anything before the magic was completed.

"How can a girl who looks about fourteen or fifteen years old use magic? Damn it, there's no way to avoid it!"

In a flash, the magical light enveloped his body.

"Ah! No pain or itch?" The young man, frightened by the sudden magic, checked his whole body quickly, but was surprised to find that not only was he not hurt at all, but his body was even full of energy, as if he had never experienced any competition.

"Interesting, Mr. Rick, Ina is really interesting." The strong man who came up to talk to him rubbed the stubble on his chin with his calloused right hand. "If you are not a high-level magician, the total amount of magic power should not be able to support the squandering of a few third-level spells. It seems that she really looks down on Jack."

Rick said nothing. He had no intention of paying attention to the legion commander. His brows were frowned. If he went to take Ina away at this moment, it would undoubtedly make her mood worse.

The duel on the stage has not stopped yet.

"This is really underestimation." Yak has recovered from the shock of the white-haired girl being able to use magic. He is even a little angry.

Yak could sense that this was not an act of kindness from Ina for the sake of a fair duel. From the time he completed the physical recovery magic until he fully recovered, Ina had no intention of chanting a second magic, and she hadn't even pulled the wooden sword out of the ground.

She was just waiting. This was a silent sarcasm, a contempt specially prepared for him who was standing on the field.

Gritting his teeth, Yak turned his sword. He knew that Ina would not attack. Although he didn't know what the white-haired girl's intention was, he also didn't know where the confidence came from for the magician to not prepare magic or a fighting posture.

But knowledge and experience told him that he would win, so he raised his sword and charged forward. In less than seven seconds, Jack's wooden sword was able to reach the girl. Without even thinking, he chopped her down!

"I won" was the first thought in Jack's mind.

In this range, even an average bronze-level professional would not be able to dodge the slashing attack without getting hurt. The wooden sword was still in the soil, so there was no way to block it.

Ina's strength is above all that Yak has imagined.

When the boy raised and lowered the wooden sword, Ina moved, and in Yak's eyes she looked like a cheetah pouncing up.

In an instant, the slash missed, and Jack was so frightened that he quickly deflected the sword and tried to force the girl away.

Suddenly, Jack felt pain in his left leg. The girl's whip-kick swept across his heel. Ina pulled back with her backhand, but the imbalance of gravity and the huge force caused him to fall to the ground, with a mouthful of mud.

How could the young man care so much at this moment?

"Stand up and adjust your posture!" Jack tried his best to do what his instructors and seniors taught him, but unfortunately for Ina, this was like a catfish lying on a chopping board.

"It's over." The tip of the sword that was originally stuck in the mud was against Jack's throat, and the white-haired girl said expressionlessly.

Silence, no sound from the stands, at this moment all discussions and pointing about the duel on the field came to an abrupt end.

This duel was undoubtedly an exciting battle, with both sides doing their best to win.

Ina's performance was enough to make any adventurer take notice, as her strength was undoubtedly on par with that of experienced warriors.

Perhaps his skills are a little immature, but at this age and with such strength, only the best of the Kingdom’s Royal Army’s First Academy can be compared to him.

In small cities, even if there is no cheering, the audience will never be stingy with their applause at such times.

This is an honor well deserved by both parties in the duel.

But now the audience on the stage were speechless. They could not applaud or praise or approve of what was happening on the field for this fair duel.

Because it wasn't a duel at all, it was a farce.

Ina was so nonchalant about everything. In the eyes of others, it seemed that from beginning to end, only Yak was on guard, while the other person was attacking hard. However, he was easily knocked down by the girl, with the sword pointing at his vital points.

It was just like an adult taking a sword from a child that the child had accidentally grasped.

There was no tense test, no spectacular swordplay, only the one-sided difference in strength that seemed like a mockery of ignorance.

"Not announcing the results? I think it's obvious enough."

Ina turned her head and asked the brown-haired man who was the referee:

Looking at the referee whose hands were clenched until they turned white, Ina's half-closed green eyes did not show any excitement or joy of a winner. She even seemed a little indifferent. She felt sick of her own excitement about victory.

"This is the real me, isn't it?" Ina felt disgusted with her past self who overestimated her own capabilities, and she even laughed out loud in disgust.

"The winner..." Just before the hand symbolizing the verdict fell.

The wooden blade in Ina's hand shook, and her sword was knocked away.