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The elf was still in the dark, completely unaware of Arthur's identity, and still arrogantly waved the sword in his hand, shouting loudly: "Humph, let me teach you how to use the magic sword!"

As he spoke, he flashed like a black lightning, carrying a sharp sword energy, and rushed towards Arthur.

Arthur was calm and collected when he saw this. When the elf's sword was about to pierce him, he gently turned sideways and raised the long sword in his hand seemingly casually. His movements were light and smooth, but he blocked the elf's attack just in time.

Then, he shook his wrist slightly and raised the tip of the sword lightly. The whole process was as smooth as flowing water, and the tip of the sword was already against the elf's neck.

The elf was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened, he looked down at the tip of the sword against his neck, his face turning pale and red.

In shame and anger, he raised his sword suddenly and used all his strength to try to knock Arthur's sword away.

However, at the moment he raised the sword, the sword in Arthur's hand danced like a snake, drawing a graceful arc in the air, gently and cleverly avoiding the elf's block. The next second, the tip of the sword was once again firmly against the elf's neck.

The elf looked at the scene in disbelief, and he already knew in his heart that the gap in strength between himself and Arthur was like a chasm.

But he was proud by nature, and would not admit defeat easily. In a rage and humiliation, he once again deflected Arthur's sword and fought desperately. His sword moves became more and more fierce, but also more and more chaotic.

The following battle became even more one-sided.

No matter what kind of exquisite sword skills the elf used, it was like child's play in front of Arthur.

Arthur always blocked it easily, then with a slight turn of his wrist, the tip of the sword would accurately touch the opponent's neck.

This scene was repeated several times in a row, until the elf began to doubt his life, his eyes full of confusion and frustration.

The guests present also saw clearly that the difference in sword skills between the two was so huge, it was like the difference between a child who had just learned sword and a sword master.

Everyone couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh, feeling sorry for the elf's ignorance of the immensity of heaven and earth.

The elf was on the verge of collapse after being played around by Arthur, and the anger in his heart burned to the extreme.

His eyes were red, and he roared angrily. The magic power in his body surged, and he used his domain recklessly.

In an instant, with him as the center, a strange black light spread outward, the air was filled with strong magical fluctuations, the space within the area seemed to be distorted, and faint sounds of wolf howls could be heard.

"Once the field is revealed, who can compete with it?"

The elf thought to himself that at this moment, he had placed all his hopes on this field, and was certain that this time, Arthur would not be able to stop it.

However, facing this powerful field coming towards him, Arthur seemed to have not noticed it and remained calm.

He just raised his hand slightly, swung the sword in his hand lightly in the air, and slashed in the direction of the elf seemingly casually.

This slash, seemingly ordinary, actually contains terrifying power.

In an instant, the magic swordsman domain cast by the elf was like a fragile paper, directly split in half, and turned into wisps of black smoke and dissipated in the air.

At the same time, the sword in the elf's hand could not withstand this powerful force, and with a "crack", it broke into two pieces.

The elf's eyes widened, his face full of fear and despair, his legs went weak, and he fell to the ground, looking at everything in front of him in disbelief.

And Arthur's sword was still firmly on his neck.

Arthur raised his head slightly, looking in the direction of Merlin and Alicia, with a calm expression, and asked calmly: "Did I win?"

The corners of Alicia's mouth twitched violently, and her heart was filled with bitterness: This is so damn embarrassing! She was so embarrassed that she didn't know how to end it.

Merlin held his forehead helplessly, secretly complaining in his heart: I clearly told him to restrain himself, why is this guy still so brutal to him?

He coughed lightly, forced a smile, looked at Alicia, and asked, "Miss Alicia, what do you think?"

Alicia gritted her teeth, her eyes red, and squeezed out a few words from between her teeth: "You win!"

Her voice was filled with reluctance and deep frustration.

After hearing what Alicia said, Arthur sheathed his sword in a cool and neat manner.

The elf with a broken heart finally regained some consciousness. He raised his head and looked at Arthur with empty eyes. His lips trembled as he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Who... who are you?"

Arthur paused, turned around, looked at the elf calmly, and said his name word by word: "Arthur Pendragon."

Then, he flashed and walked off the stage gracefully, leaving the elf with a look of astonishment on his face, kneeling alone on the stage.

"Arthur Pendragon!" When the elf heard this name, he was struck by lightning and was completely stunned.

Then, he slowly lowered his head and looked at the broken sword in his hand. He felt that what he had just done was just like that of a clown, extremely ridiculous.

He stood up dejectedly, picked up the broken sword, and returned to the direction of the World Tree Academy in a daze. His back looked particularly desolate...

Alicia felt a splitting headache at the moment, and her heart was filled with regret and helplessness: "No, this is how unlucky I am to have chosen such a being as my opponent."

She raised her hand and rubbed her temple, trying to ease the throbbing pain, but the annoyance in her heart remained with her.

When she thought of the extremely embarrassing scene just now, she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

The elves have always been conceited and proud of their superb attainments in magic and swordsmanship, but now they have been beaten by the students of the Arcane Academy in public without any chance to fight back. They have really lost face!

Alicia would never allow such a thing to continue happening. She took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in her heart, and looked eagerly in the direction of the World Tree Academy, as if looking for hope to save her face.

At this moment, another elf strode out and stepped onto the stage with a nimble figure.

The elf held his head high and chest puffed out, his eyes revealing a determination that showed he wanted to avenge his previous humiliation.

Before Merlin could react, Chris jumped onto the stage like a lit powder keg.

Her eyebrows were raised, and flames of anger were burning in her beautiful eyes. She thought to herself: I must show these elves who look down on women whether I am the so-called weak woman!

Seeing this, Alicia subconsciously looked at Merlin with a questioning look in her eyes.

Merlin understood what she meant immediately, which was to let him introduce himself.