All-around teacher at the magic academy

"Lucas, what are your chances of winning if you face him?"

Raphael's eyes were as sharp as a cheetah's, fixed on the tall figure in the arena below. He turned to look at Lucas, the Knights' vice-captain, who stood behind him as steady as an iron tower.

Upon hearing this, Lucas narrowed his eyes, which had been tested by countless battles, as his brain raced, assessing every detail of his opponent's previous fight.

After a moment of contemplation, Lucas said in a low but firm voice, "If we only look at the strength that has been shown so far, I think I would be about 70%."

He paused, his gaze deepening as if he could see into people's hearts: "However, it is clear that the other party is still holding back. His composure during the fight, as well as the skills he reveals intentionally or unintentionally, make me feel that he is not as simple as he appears."

"So, if this is the real situation, considering his possible hidden strength, I think the odds of winning are probably 40/60, or even closer to 50/50."

Raphael raised an eyebrow slightly, his surprise evident. "He actually has forty percent? You really don't believe in your own strength?" His voice carried a hint of confusion.

Lucas's eyes remained unwavering, his expression calm as he replied, "After all, we haven't fought them yet, so the specifics are still unknown. There can be differences between theory and practice. On the battlefield, any act of underestimating your opponent is fatal."

"Mm." Raphael nodded, no longer continuing the topic, and instead refocused his attention on the match below.

...

Leon's eyes were fixed on the field, where his opponents were struggling to cope with the repeated attacks from Radiant Guardian and Shadow Abyss.

In Leon's eyes, this opponent, though formidable, seemed not quite comparable to his former teacher, Aiden.

However, this opponent gave Leon a completely new experience. He discovered that his opponent was not like a traditional mage, who primarily relied on powerful ranged magical attacks.

Conversely, this opponent leaned more towards a warrior style; his magic seemed to be used to enhance himself or his weapons. This magic didn't directly harm enemies, but rather made him more ferocious and difficult to deal with in melee combat.

Leon's interest was fully piqued. This was the first time he had truly faced such an opponent, and he realized that this was not just a battle, but also a rare learning opportunity.

He decided not to rush to victory, but rather to entangle with his opponent for a while longer in order to observe and understand this unique fighting style more deeply.

At this moment, Harry was struggling to deal with the two summoned beasts in front of him. Fine beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead, and he was becoming increasingly depressed.

He never imagined he would encounter such a formidable opponent in his second match. He had watched Leon's first match, and the scene had left a deep impression on him. He went back and pondered repeatedly how he would deal with such an opponent.

After some thought, he reluctantly concluded that if he were to actually face Leon, he would probably be stuck there.

Harry believed that Leon was clearly a strong contender for the championship, while he himself was at best an upper-middle-level competitor, still lagging behind the other top contenders. This perception put pressure on Harry even before the competition began.

However, when he actually faced this moment, a sense of resentment welled up in Harry's heart.

Thinking about the hardships he had endured and the efforts he had made to participate in this competition, how could he give up so easily?

At the very least, shouldn't we fight with all our might? What if? What if the opponent is unwell today, or some other unforeseen factor arises, such as me suddenly unleashing unprecedented power? Maybe then we can win?

Harry clearly lacked a clear understanding of his own abilities, always fantasizing that Lady Luck would be on his side at this crucial moment. Clinging to a sliver of hope, he now stood before tens of thousands of spectators, unwittingly becoming a stepping stone on his opponent's path to victory.

Harry was extremely upset and resentful. He believed that he was at a disadvantage simply because he was being restrained by his opponent.

He prided himself on being a master of close combat, so encountering a ranged mage like Leon naturally presented him with some difficulties. He secretly challenged himself: "If you're so capable, fight in my area of ​​expertise, and see if I don't beat you to a pulp."

Harry's thoughts grew increasingly intense, and his mood became more and more uneasy. He thought resentfully, why should he be entangled with these two summoned beasts? If he could get close to Leon, he believed he could defeat him with a single blow.

This emotion continued to fester in Harry's heart, and his eyes began to flash with resentment and anger.

"I'm not convinced. Even if you eliminate me like this, I won't accept it. If you're so capable, let's have a fair and square fight." Harry's voice echoed in the arena, full of resentment and challenge.

Leon was stunned by this sudden remark. He stopped what he was doing and looked at Harry with a puzzled expression.

Not only Leon, but everyone on the field, including the audience and other contestants, was stunned by those words. The entire arena fell silent instantly, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Leon's eyes showed confusion. What on earth was this guy doing? A competition is a competition, who cares if you submit or not?

He glanced around and noticed that the audience had also fallen silent because of his words, all eyes fixed on him and Harry. Leon felt uneasy, as if he were being watched.

During the previous match, Leon hadn't felt anything was wrong because of the surrounding noise. But now, the sudden silence made him feel uneasy, as if he could even hear his own heartbeat.

"This guy is interesting, so funny, hahahahaha." Raphael couldn't help but laugh out loud from the audience.

“Indeed, it’s a competition, and he still wants everything to go his way,” Lucas chimed in, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery.

The teachers at Harry's college all looked embarrassed. They lowered their heads and secretly prayed that they could disappear into the ground to show everyone that they were not familiar with Harry.

Even the students at the college felt embarrassed, as they felt their teacher's behavior on this occasion was utterly outrageous.