Rhea Lucalia Academy

"Xingshuang?"

Having seen and known a lot, Mirian had indeed come across similar blades, but those were for self-defense of magicians. They were intended for enemies at close quarters so that they wouldn't be caught off guard. There was even a special swordsmanship course in the Magic Academy, but she never heard of anyone using magic and a sword together.

"Really now, isn't it better to stay at a distance and cover with magic? Even if you kill enemies, the blood splattering on your face is also disgusting."

"I can't help it, I'm used to it. Besides, I don't have the ability to blast people from a distance." Done was quite self-aware, he honestly didn't care about the process. If anyone asked him what was more important between skipping class from a distance and close combat fighting, he would answer without hesitation:

I want both!

"Well, you are right. When you experience the mystery and greatness of magic, you naturally won't take risks." She picked out her exquisite magic wand, a Calia emblem flashed and disappeared, ten light swords floated around. Having learned from last time's experience, she saw Done's serious expression and laughed:

"Don't worry, I won't be serious. Come on, let me experience your philosophy of combat."

"Alright!"

Done dragged his sword behind him and rushed straight up, his eyes full of interest. This was the first time he faced a prepared magician.

The power system of the borderland is strange and varied, Reed's experience has long been left behind, and the way to become stronger lies in this battle for life and death!

He sprinted at full speed, grass splattering all over, the oncoming azure brilliance illuminating Done's face, sword after sword of light was fired, and under control, blocked every way for evasion.

'Anomalous magic?'

The 'Calia Array' in the book was shot all at once, clearly Mirian's proficiency and control have already surpassed the book, able to adapt according to actual combat.

Unable to avoid.

Done stopped at the last moment, raised his long sword, and the luminary stone at its end shone brightly.

Mana from above.

A block of magic power flew forward, then a rain of light fell from the sky.

'Ah? This works?' Mirian raised an eyebrow, Mana from Above were only elementary magic in the Calia spectrum, and the power released by Done could only cover less than ten square meters. However, these dense magic power orbs banging on the light sword caused their flights to lose accuracy due to the energy collision.

"The casting speed is acceptable, and the imagination isn't bad either." Mirian turned her head and saw a figure springing out from the side, legs alternating quickly as he ran.

Is this how you plan to approach me?

She didn't dodge either, raising her wand again.

Crystal Barrage!

Whizz, whizz, whizz...

A huge cluster of blue crystals pierced the air, sweeping over like a machine gun, and it arrived in front of his face in the blink of an eye.

Is this the strength of a magic professor?

Done, holding his breath, suddenly stopped and rolled to the side. Looking back, he saw the grassland was in a mess with more than a foot long magic gravel crystals embedded all over.

"Be careful, Done."

That was not the end, after a round of magic, Mirian raised her magic wand again, and another large cluster of crystals shot out.

Such medium-level magic was no burden for her, sufficient to be used dozens of times. However, she saw Done, who was crouching on the ground, suddenly jump up - his long sword buried in the earth, his waist and abdomen rotating, pulling up a dust-formed wall.

The dust was immediately torn apart by the magic crystals, and Mirian squinted her eyes, the swirling dust made her unable to see the target for a moment. Hesitating for a moment, a glimmer suddenly brightened within the dust.

A magic emblem, hmm, using dust to cover his lack of casting speed?

The glow of the luminary stone curved and tore through the dust from the other direction, Mirian lightly dodged it with a hop. Just as she was preparing to make a few comments, she felt a chill up her spine and had to leap aside clumsily.

Bang.

The canine fang flew like a boomerang, embedding itself in the ground where she had just stood, trembling back and forth.

"I forgot this lad is not a mage at all!" She cursed under her breath but quickly pulled herself up and rolled more awkwardly backward.

Tuk, tuk, tuk...

A series of blade-into-earth sounds came, four or five flying knives were embedded in the ground, the accuracy was astonishingly.

He really uses everything!

Mirian jumped up somewhat annoyed, this is too much. It's okay for you to cut people with your sword, but why do you have to throw flying objects too?

She saw Done had already rushed within twenty meters, one hand holding a sword, the other hand pulling a flying knife from his waist bag, the light on the magic wand became even more intense.

Luminary Comet!

The comet, trailing a long tail, flew out and dissolved the flying knife in mid-air. Done had seen similar magic before on his lecturer, only Mirian's comet was bigger and faster.

Bang!

Dust filled the air, the gust of wind pushed Done and made him tumble twice on the ground. Looking back, a two-meter pit had been blasted not too far away, making so much noise that the luminary dragons in the distance lifted their heads, grumbling discontentedly.

These crazy people, fed up with nothing to do, are tearing the house down!

Done had no mind to care about others, he crouched on the ground, listening to the boastful shout of the magician:

"Do you want to continue?"

He patted the dust off his body and jumped up instantly.

"Continue!"

"You're quite tenacious, don't blame me if you die." Mirian swung her wand repeatedly, the burst of light illuminating the night sky like day.

Comet Burst!

In an instant, comets with long tails bombarded continuously, planning to cover with firepower.

Done did not dodge, or rather there was no use in dodging. He only used his right foot to step once, and his entire person disappeared instantly.

Canine Footwork??

Even if it was a bit rusty, Mirian could recognize this was the trademark footwork of the Canine Knights. She saw her opponent maneuver out of the gap in the stream of comets, already closing in within ten meters.

She did not panic either, stepping back while withdrawing her wand to her waist. As the magic emblem appeared, the short wand transformed into a several meters long greatsword.

Calia Thrust!

Quick and abrupt, along with the large size of the weapon, produced a kind of area damage. However, Done charged directly into the thrust. The long sword in his hand emitted a pure white frost mist, sweeping up.

Frost Slash!

Wherever it passed, scattered grass particles froze in mid-air. The extended blade touched the thrust, and the two energies met and immediately exploded.

"Did that jerk Igin add battle ash to this sword??"

Mirian stumbled back. After all, she was a mage, and this kind of energy clash made her wrist numb. She stared straight at the mixed magic-misted frost in front of her. The moonlight shone on the pervasive crystals was very beautiful. Then in the next moment, Done charged out of the frost mist, both hands holding the sword high above his head, the magic emblem flashed and disappeared.

Swift Sword Slash!

This was a sword, brimming with an irresistible momentum. It was also a wand, magic focused on the blade, extending it a full half meter. The fusion of the two constituted a vicious killing technique!

Swipe--

The sharp blade cut through the afterimage, leaving a long sword mark on the ground. Done stood still, his chest rising and falling incessantly. After a few seconds, he raised his head.

"You lost."

The deep blue particles congregated into a human figure a few meters away. Mirian glanced at her hat brim which was split open, her eyelids twitched. Having used 'Starry Movements', she lost of course. The strength of both parties wasn't even on the same level.

"Is this, what you were talking about, the Reed style?"

"Indeed, a style that integrates the strengths of a hundred schools, existing for victory."

Mirian did not speak, during that instantaneous moment she felt an astonishing killing intent. Recalling their fight, it was so strange, it was impossible to evaluate, but amidst all changes, the goal was to kill the enemy.

"Alright, alright, I admit you're a genius in certain aspects." Mirian waved her hand, took out a thick notebook from her bosom, and just threw it at Done.

"I'm going to guard the Calia Library from tomorrow. Even though it is still early, consider this notebook as your spoils of war. Who knows, maybe one day you'll find it useful."

Done reached out and caught it, flipping through it roughly. It was a research notebook, and the last chapter--

He suddenly looked up at the magic professor who was constantly moving her wrist.

"Starry Movements?!"

...

As the two mages were battling fervently not far away, in the magic academy at the center of Lake Leyania, another group of powerful mages were seated around a round table, facing each other.

The luminary lamp illuminated this quaint meeting room, overall presenting a natural wooden color tone. Portraits hung on the walls all around featuring both men and women, all dressed in long robes of featuring red and blue. In the center was a beautiful woman silently observing everything that happened in the meeting room.

Perhaps out of respect for the Golden Tree, even though the rule of the Calia royal family has been overthrown, the people here still don the wide-brimmed robes of magic professors, masking their mouths with gold-thread seams, as if the Lord's admonition was still fresh.

Counting heads, there sits five mages at the round table, corresponding exactly to the five department heads of the classrooms. The academy advocated democratic education and adopted group decision making, yet funnily enough, the high-backed chair at the top is empty, where there should have been a supremely noble queen.

The head of the Dual-Virtues classroom department, Professor Aolitis, surveyed the room, softly tapping the table: "Honestly, getting everyone gathered for a meeting is a tough task."

Serving as the rotating chair, his voice expressed a hint of exasperation. He remembered the last topic was to decide whom to send to support the Cuckoo Legion. The Manor Battle had concluded over half a month ago, and the academy hadn't even convened a single strategy meeting.

"Enough with the pointless chatter, spit it out if there's something, I'm busy with my puppet research." A slightly agitated voice echoed, fingertips incessantly tapping the table.

As Aolitis turned his head in the direction of the voice, he didn't seem bothered in the slightest; it appeared he was accustomed to that person's ways.

"Professor Selvish, there are hardly any people left in the Lazuli classroom department. What could be so busy?"

"Heh, if I were so industrious and shrewd, wouldn't you all be suspecting my stance by now? Do you want to discuss the matter or not? If not, I'll be on my way." Selvish crossed his arms, exhibiting an attitude suggesting he didn't fear confrontation.

Masks hid the expressions of the professors, but inevitably, all were filled with disgust. Yet Selvish's comments were not wrong - it was this loathsome personality that made him trustworthy.

Holding the star and the moon in equal regard, the Lazuli Classroom Department, which studied Calia magic, was unlikely to revive. Even if Selvish were to flee, there would be no cause for concern, for his hateful character might cause inner turmoil within the royal household.

"All right, we all have our researches to deal with, let's go straight to the point." Aolitis leaned forward, enunciating each word: "So, the most critical matter: Should the academy close its gates?"