All-around teacher at the magic academy

Leon's thoughts drifted back to that afternoon many years ago, when he first encountered magic, taught to him by his brother.

That memory was incredibly precious to him; it was less about learning magic and more about learning how to survive in battle.

The older brother is not a powerful magician in the traditional sense; his fighting style is more like Harry's, leaning towards the bravery and directness of a warrior.

A smile involuntarily spread across Leon's face, a smile tinged with warm memories and a touch of sadness. Those days had become his most precious memories.

Leon quickly pulled himself back to reality, took a deep breath, and adjusted his mindset. Now was not the time for nostalgia; a battle awaited him.

Thinking about the substantial bonus he was about to receive, a surge of fighting spirit welled up within him. This money was more than just wealth; it represented another step towards his dream life.

Leon's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze hardening. He wouldn't hold back for this money.

He focused intently on gathering magical energy, as if weaving invisible lines. As time passed, the wind element in the air began to fluctuate violently, gradually converging in his palm and eventually forming a transparent blade.

This weapon, composed entirely of elemental energy, though intangible, is remarkably sharp. Leon carries no suitable physical weapon; this elemental blade will be his tool of combat.

Harry frowned, keenly noticing Leon's change. Leon, who had seemed relaxed and at ease before, now appeared unusually focused and tense, like a beast about to pounce on its prey.

Harry's palms began to sweat as he gripped the sword hilt, and his heart pounded faster. This sudden pressure made him feel a challenge he had never faced before.

Harry decided to stop hesitating. He took a deep breath, clearing his mind of all distractions, and prepared to strike first. He didn't believe that Leon could easily overwhelm him in close combat, his area of ​​expertise. A determined light gleamed in Harry's eyes as he gripped his sword hilt and swallowed hard.

Harry's muscles tensed to their limit as he gathered his strength, his legs bent into an arc, brimming with explosive power. With a low growl, he leaped forward, his entire body moving like an arrow released from a bow, rapidly approaching Leon. His sword flashed through the air, pointing straight ahead.

Leon's gaze was fixed on Harry's figure. This scene reminded him of the days when he practiced with his brother, a feeling that was a mixture of nostalgia and emotion.

He seemed to hear his brother's teachings: "When the opponent attacks, don't panic. Observe the opponent's movements and make a prediction."

Leon calmly observed the approaching figure. Although the opponent was moving very fast, he could clearly capture every detail. Judging from the movements of the opponent's hand, Leon felt that he was about to swing his sword downwards to his upper right.

Just as the sword was about to fall, Leon swiftly raised his elemental blade and accurately met the trajectory of the opponent's sword.

"Bang!" A crisp metallic clang echoed in the air as two weapons collided, sparks flying.

"Not bad, you learned it so quickly." His brother's eyes gleamed with approval, his words filled with encouragement and pride. Hearing his brother's praise, Leon felt a warm current surge through his heart, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

"Come again!"

This time, his movements were even faster, like a phantom, his sword tip drawing a dangerous arc in the air. Missing his first strike, he didn't hesitate for a moment, immediately adjusting his posture. The sword in his hand suddenly stopped in mid-air, then became parallel to the ground, aiming straight for Leon's neck.

Leon reacted just as quickly. Almost instinctively, he leaned back like a felled straw, narrowly avoiding the sword's threat. His movements were fluid and precise, dodging the attack as if he were dancing on a knife's edge.

"You've made great progress!" The older brother's smile widened, genuinely pleased with Leon's improvement.

"Come again!"

Before he finished speaking, he launched another attack. His body was as flexible as a spring, and the sword in his hand drew a beautiful trajectory in the air. First, he swung it backward, and then, with lightning speed, it drew a perfect arc and slashed down towards Leon's head.

Leon reacted with lightning speed, dodging to the side as the sword's edge grazed his body, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound.

Before the downward-slashing sword could adjust its stance, Leon seized the opportunity, swiftly flicking out his elemental blade and precisely striking the sword's weak point, sending it flying.

"I'm no match for you anymore; you've grown up."

Leon looked at his brother, whose face still wore a relieved smile. His words contained both recognition of Leon's growth and an unspoken sense of emotion. Leon didn't know why, but he felt a little sad.

He looked up, his gaze piercing through the hustle and bustle of the stadium, towards the blazing sun high in the sky.

A faint sadness welled up in his heart. Are you watching my every move from heaven? I'm really powerful now, but you're no longer here.

Harry knelt before Leon, his face filled with disbelief. Behind him, his sword, which had just been knocked away, lay embedded in the sand, its blade gleaming blindingly in the sunlight.

He couldn't accept the reality that he had been defeated by his opponent in just three moves. This huge gap made him feel an unprecedented sense of frustration.

He strained to lift his head, trying to see the victor's posture, hoping to find a hint of smugness or contempt in the other's eyes to confirm his own defeat. However, to his surprise, Leon didn't even glance at him.

After a brief silence, the arena was filled with thunderous applause and enthusiastic cheers from the audience. Although the match ended quickly, the duel between Leon and Harry was intense and exciting enough to make everyone feel the passion and excitement of the battle.

Leon's thoughts were pulled back to reality by the audience's enthusiasm. He looked at Harry kneeling in front of him, expressionless, without the pride of a victor or the mockery of a loser.

He gently dispelled the magic in his hand, and the blade formed from wind elements gradually vanished into the air. Then, he turned around, said nothing, and silently left the arena.

"Don't forget your bet." Hearing the voice, Harry looked up, his gaze following the figure that was about to disappear at the exit, and silently mocked himself.

He had never failed like this before; the feeling was both unfamiliar and bitter to him.