Take Him Down, Chal.

In the afternoon, it was time for swordsmanship class.

It had rained just yesterday, and the ground on the training field was still damp. The weather today continued from yesterday, with the sky full of dark clouds and the air heavy with moisture. The students of Class Five took off their leather shoes, gripped their training greatswords, and practiced the Roer Military Swordsmanship.

Colin, displaying the patience of a lurking beast, tried his best to conceal his Strength, Speed, and swordsmanship, maintaining his previous state of "Bloodline Enhancement Failure." However, Bill saw through his act.

Bill kept glancing at Colin, finally unable to hold back. He put down his training greatsword, put his hands on his hips, and frowned as he spoke to Colin, "Colin, why do your movements seem a bit awkward?"

"They don't," Colin replied, feigning surprise. He then stopped practicing his sword, pretending to ponder, "It must be due to insomnia these past few days."

"Insomnia? Should I introduce you to a doctor?" Bill, true to his role as a good friend, immediately showed concern.

"No, no. It should get better in a few days," Colin quickly shook his head.

"Alright. If you need anything, feel free to come to me. I know some very good doctors," Bill nodded, not pushing the matter.

"Mm," Colin nodded.

The students were all sharp-eared and sharp-eyed. Though the training field was large, they were spread out over a small area. With only about thirty students in the class, Colin and Bill's conversation was immediately heard by everyone.

The noble-born students merely glanced at the two before turning away indifferently.

The sons and daughters of wealthy merchants and farmers showed complex expressions. Many were jealous of the two's noble status, yet they also looked down on them.

Colin Russell. A piece of trash whose bloodline enhancement failed. And now he claims to have insomnia?? But it makes sense, for a piece of trash whose bloodline enhancement failed, tossing and turning at night, leading to insomnia, is normal.

Bill Peter. A sissy.

Brian turned to look at Colin but wasn't in the mood to cause trouble. Ever since Colin announced he was feeling unwell and wouldn't accept challenges, Brian had had Chal provoke him a few more times. Colin didn't respond to any of them.

Over time, Brian lost interest.

However, Chal was in a very bad mood today. He had been dumped. The students at Will Knight Academy were all strong, and in certain aspects, unusually precocious.

After enrolling, Chal had started dating a female classmate from the next class. She was also the daughter of a wealthy merchant. It was a case of like finding like, a turtle finding a turtle, a toad finding a toad. The children of wealthy merchants finding each other was quite reliable.

But recently, that female classmate had been touched by a young noble. Chal had personally witnessed that noble in a secluded corner, doing things to his girlfriend.

Although Chal often caused trouble for Colin, he wasn't stupid. He knew Colin's family was in dire straits, with no influence or power.

But even ordinary nobles had complex social networks. And he knew that the noble who had touched his girlfriend's family was very influential.

Even though he saw it, he could only feel anger without being able to express it. His face was ashen as he walked away without a word. His girlfriend looked a bit awkward, while the noble looked at him with disdain and continued his advances.

Once this cuckoldry was established, there was no taking it back. He had a surge of wicked fire in his heart with nowhere to vent.

After hearing Colin and Bill's conversation, Chal couldn't hold back. He picked up his training greatsword and walked up to Colin, saying coldly, "Classmate Colin. We haven't settled things from that day. Are you going to accept my challenge, or will you obediently admit to your Bloodline Enhancement Failure?"

As soon as Chal said this, the noble-born students continued their swordsmanship practice indifferently. Most of the sons and daughters of wealthy merchants and farmers, however, stopped their practice and turned to look at Colin. Contempt, schadenfreude, and a desire to watch the show appeared in their eyes and on their faces.

They were happy to see a trash noble with a surname being humiliated by a commoner. And if Colin didn't drop out, this scene would likely happen often. After all, Will Knight Academy was a six-year program, and they were only in their second year.

"I've told you, Chal, Colin is feeling unwell and has declined challenges. If you want to play, I'll play with you," Bill frowned and, holding his training greatsword, stepped forward to face the particularly tall Chal.

Ms. Anna, still wearing her leather skirt that revealed her firm, slender legs, also noticed the situation. She frowned and spoke up in defense, "Classmate Chal. Even if classmate Colin truly failed his bloodline enhancement, so what? Is your ambition just to bully your classmates?"

Within the class, students challenging each other was in accordance with school rules, as long as no one died or was crippled. As the class advisor, Ms. Anna shouldn't have intervened.

But Chal had provoked Colin not just once or twice, but four or five times, and likely would continue countless more. And she quite liked Colin as a student.

Bill's words only elicited a contemptuous smile from Chal. However, Ms. Anna's words made Chal feel a hint of apprehension.

No student wanted to offend their class advisor, especially when she was an incredibly powerful Knight.

Chal immediately wanted to apologize, but at that moment, Colin patted Bill on the shoulder and walked past him to face Chal directly.

"Thank you, Ms. Anna, but to defend my honor, I must accept the challenge." Colin first bowed slightly to Ms. Anna, then looked up at Chal with his chest out, saying, "Chal, let's go."

Ms. Anna frowned deeply, thinking, 'He's still just a child, unable to control his temper and losing his reason? With his Bloodline Enhancement Failure, he's no match for Chal.'

Ms. Anna wanted to stop him, but as the class advisor, saying one word was already being kind. Any more would be inappropriate. She could only cross her arms in frustration and watch.

Bill opened his mouth to speak, but Colin stopped him with a look.

Bill hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not step forward. He understood that Colin's look conveyed only one message: 'Don't worry, I can handle this.'

Chal was surprised. He couldn't believe his ears, and couldn't help but ask, "Colin, you're actually willing to accept the challenge?"

"It couldn't be more true," Colin said, his face showing a serious and earnest expression, then he sneered, "Are you perhaps planning to back down, Chal?"

"How could I," Chal finally confirmed, a ferocious look appearing on his face. He patted the area below his right chest and said, "The place you hit me last time still aches faintly. This time, I'll give it back to you tenfold."

With both sides having reached an agreement, the other students cooperated by stopping their training and forming a circle to watch.

The noble-born students remained indifferent, merely observing. The sons and daughters of wealthy merchants and farmers, however, were all excited, and even Brian shouted.

"Go, Chal!"

"Take him down, Chal. Show him what you're made of, buddy."