Foaming at the Mouth

"Nonsense about advice, this is blatant retaliation." After hearing Colin's words, the classmates present couldn't help but twitch their mouths, their hearts as clear as a mirror.

No one spoke. Although only three people were missing from those present, the scene was no longer as lively as before and had become very desolate.

Although the noble scions were surprised by Colin's strength, that was all. The conflict between them and Colin was not about martial power, but about social interaction.

When Colin first enrolled, some noble scions had invited him to parties held at their homes and some noble events, but Colin's family was too poor to do anything but politely decline, and the rift was sown then.

These children of wealthy merchants and farmers were jealous of Colin's surname, disdained his family's circumstances, and despised his bloodline's failure to advance.

They focused all their jealousy and hatred of nobles onto Colin, commonly known as picking on the softest target.

But at this moment, Colin had already displayed his strength. Regardless of any hidden reasons, Colin had dealt with Chal in a flash, possessing an intermediate-to-upper level of strength within Class Five.

A noble with a surname and bloodline, plus slightly stronger strength, even if Colin's family was poor, he was not someone anyone could provoke.

For some children of wealthy merchants and farmers, today's Colin was a mountain. And in the future, if Colin successfully became a formal Knight, he would immediately be promoted to a Lifetime Knight of the Empire, enjoying certain privileges.

Who would easily offend a noble with a promising future?

Even some children of wealthy merchants who were usually close to Brian unhesitatingly distanced themselves from Brian, as if avoiding a plague.

Although there were many people present, Brian had an illusion that between heaven and earth, it seemed as if only he and Colin existed.

Brian's square face was burning hot. At this moment, he was in a difficult position; not accepting the challenge meant losing face. If he accepted and won, it would be fine, but what if he lost?

Brian was not an arrogant person; he had targeted a soft persimmon to crush. And from the brief moments of Colin's exchange with Chal just now, he had some understanding of Colin's strength.

As for whether to offend or not, it was simple and clear. Since he had already offended them beyond repair, he was not afraid.

"This bastard's physical fitness is very strong, not much weaker than mine. And his swordsmanship far surpasses mine."

Brian glared at Colin through gritted teeth, wishing he could punch him.

After a moment of hesitation, a fierce determination surged within Brian. He strode forward, tightly gripping the hilt of his Training Greatsword, holding the greatsword upright in front of his chest, and let out a roar at Colin.

"Come on."

"You still have some guts." Colin raised an eyebrow, and a coldness spread across his face. He also held his Training Greatsword upright in front of his chest, his hands tightly gripping the black hilt covered in spiral patterns, his eyes like a fierce tiger staring at its prey, fixedly staring at Brian.

Brian's strength was in the upper-middle tier of the class, by no means comparable to a minor character like Chal.

The noble scions, the children of wealthy merchants, the children of wealthy farmers, plus the class advisor Ms. Anna, although they did not speak, were all intently watching Colin and Brian.

This clash between upper-middle-tier students within the class was very rare.

The distance between Colin and Brian was about ten paces. They both stared intently at each other, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

The wait did not last long.

Suddenly, a gap appeared in the dark clouds in the sky, and a ray of sunlight fell. Brian's position was directly in the path of the sunlight.

Brian's eyes involuntarily narrowed. Colin immediately acted unscrupulously, flicking his toe to kick up a handful of damp soil, sending it splashing towards Brian.

"This insidious fellow!" Brian was so furious he could have exploded, but dodging would reveal an opening. He could only squint and accept the splashing dirt.

Behind the dirt, Colin stepped forward with his right foot and charged at Brian with lightning speed. His hands moved rapidly downwards, bringing the Training Greatsword horizontally to his waist. Infusing immense strength into his arms, he swung the sword horizontally, aiming to cut Brian at the waist.

The sunlight and dirt played their part. Brian got some dirt in his right eye, impairing his vision. The sunlight also made his reaction a beat slower.

Furthermore, he held his sword upright in front of his chest, while Colin swung horizontally, attacking at his waist. In the suddenness of the moment, Brian could only muster seven or eight parts of his strength. He stepped back with his left foot, crouching slightly, and used his upright sword to block the incoming horizontal slash.

"Clang!" The heavy Training Greatsword collided in mid-air, emitting a crisp sound. Brian's Strength and Agility gave him the advantage. Despite the suddenness, he stabilized his stance, not becoming as disheveled as Chal.

Colin twisted his waist, slightly moving his wrist, and reversed his grip on the hilt, striking Brian's abdomen with it. His Training Greatsword, like a nimble snake, stayed close to Brian's upright sword, causing continuous sparks to erupt.

"Aaaargh!!!!" Brian's blue pupils contracted, and he let out a series of wolf-like howls, putting in all his effort to block Colin's strike.

"Heh." Colin chuckled. He handled the heavy Training Greatsword with effortless grace, imbuing it with a sense of lightness, and attacked Brian with one sword strike after another.

Roer Military Swordsmanship was a style used in the army, emphasizing powerful, sweeping movements. However, Colin's swordsmanship, although the same style as Brian's, felt like two different techniques when executed.

Colin moved like a gracefully dancing butterfly, his sword techniques and footwork both incredibly agile. Brian, on the other hand, was like a clumsy turtle, and due to his large build, the area targeted by attacks was greatly increased.

After only five exchanges, Colin spotted an opportunity and flicked Brian's Training Greatsword out of his hand. Then, he did the same, reversing his grip on the sword and striking Brian's left chest with the hilt.

Brian was much stronger than Chal. In his haste, he crossed his arms in front of his chest to resist. Colin changed his sword stance, lowered his waist, and struck Brian's abs, which were sculpted with eight-pack muscles, with his elbow.

"Oof!!!" His abdomen taking a heavy blow, Brian immediately gagged, his face losing its color, turning as pale as paper.

Colin didn't let up. He kicked Brian's right knee. As Brian stumbled backward from the severe blow to his knee, Colin swung his sword horizontally, hitting Brian's head with the flat of the blade.

This fellow with the square face and exceptionally sturdy, tall build immediately rolled his eyes upward, foamed at the mouth, and collapsed onto the muddy ground.

Colin stuck his Training Greatsword into the ground, let out a slight breath, and a smile spread across his face. He said, "Could two kind classmates help carry him to the infirmary?"