Traveling Across Worlds, Beginning with The Irregular at Magic High School

As William spoke softly, the scene shifted back to the stage.

Zhao Hufeng leaped into the air and charged straight towards Ayato Amagiri.

Ayato Amagiri immediately used the massive blade of the "Ser Veresta" to block Zhao Hufeng's heel and then retaliated by thrusting upwards.

"Unfortunately, you're a worthy opponent!"

"Without this five-minute limit, the two of us would have had a pretty good fight."

Zhao Hufeng, riding on his "Heavenly Feet," soared above the stage, his hands in his pockets, and said to Ayato Amagiri with a hint of regret.

In fact, against a time-limited opponent like Ayato Amagiri, Zhao Hufeng's best strategy would be to use his ability to fly to avoid those five minutes.

But Zhao Hufeng was a pure martial artist, even a martial artist who was extremely honest to the extreme.

Even the use of weapons was considered shameful in his eyes; this kind of opportunistic avoidance of battle did not exist in his vocabulary.

Zhao Hufeng's uprightness also moved Ayato Amagiri, who felt that if he did not respond to Zhao Hufeng's fighting spirit at this moment...

Then he would lose the dignity of being a swordsman.

"Don't worry, Zhao, because Mr. William has already broken the seal within me!"

After saying this, Ayato Amagiri emitted crackling sounds as an unprecedented surge of Star Power erupted from his body.

At this moment, Ayato Amagiri's aura also changed, becoming extremely aggressive and oppressive.

Sensing the tremendous changes in Ayato Amagiri, Zhao Hufeng's eyebrows lifted slightly, and the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile.

"Really? That's wonderful!"

A hearty laugh echoed throughout the Sirius Dome, and thick, inky Star Power erupted beneath his feet.

With his feet firmly planted in the void, he shot towards Ayato Amagiri like a cannonball.

"Let's continue, Ayato Amagiri!"

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"As expected, Hu Feng really likes my decision."

Watching Zhao Hufeng on stage display his martial arts skills and laugh heartily, William's face also beamed with joy.

As he looked at Dirk's face, which looked as if it had been slapped with a shoe, he felt even more pleased.

"William is quite an extraordinary person! His classmates could have easily won."

"Because of your interference, the outcome of the match has now become unpredictable."

Mesa spoke calmly to William, though he had never interfered in Ayato Amagiri's matches like Dirk had.

But that doesn't mean he expected Ayato Amagiri to win the match. Seeing him like this now, it would be strange if he looked any better.

William responded with a faint sneer to Mesa's slightly manipulative words.

"Aren't you underestimating the students of Jielong?"

"If I hadn't participated, perhaps Hu Feng would have used tactics he didn't like in order to uphold the honor of the Jielong."

"But now that I'm participating, this kind of battle that can hone my skills is what he and Cecily crave most."

This remark left Mesa speechless. As the Chairman of the Operations Committee, he knew the students of the Jielong all too well.

The martial Jielong School has always been a favorite to win the Festas.

Unlike students from other colleges, the students from the victorious Jielong almost never make a wish, choosing to keep their desires to themselves.

Even more so, many people have left Asterisk even after ten or twenty years, yet they still haven't achieved their wishes.

These are Jielong's students!

They only saw the Festas as a place to hone their martial arts skills.

"Alright, I'll be going now!"

After a while, accompanied by the distortion of space, he suddenly disappeared from the spot again.

Staring at William who had suddenly disappeared, Dirk's face was contorted with rage, and he spoke through gritted teeth.

In just over ten minutes, he felt his anger was about to erupt uncontrollably.

"I don't know, but we need to speed up our plans; we can't let this person continue to grow stronger!"

"He's growing at such a rapid pace; I don't know if our original plans will still be able to contain him."

Mesa scratched his hair, speaking with a hint of frustration.

"I understand. I'll urge those people to speed up the process."

Dirk understood the seriousness of the matter and spoke in a deep voice.

"By the way, Dirk, send someone to search for the whereabouts of the 'Qingming Demon Sword' again! It would be safer if we could find it before the plan is implemented."

Mesa pondered for a moment and then spoke to Dirk.

"The Qingming Demon Sword, is that it! I understand."

Upon hearing Mesa's words, Dirk immediately understood Mesa's intention and decided in his heart to make this matter his top priority.

"Qingming Demon Sword!"

One of the Four-Color Demon Swords, its ability is to sever specific spatial coordinates. Since its user disappeared without a trace twenty years ago, its whereabouts have also vanished.

The two continued their discussion, unaware that beneath the sofa where William had been sitting, a talisman covered in incantations shimmered with light.

"Zhao Hufeng & Cecily Wang's school badges are damaged!"

"The victors are Ayato Amagiri and Julis Alexia von Risfeld."

The mechanical hum echoed throughout the Sirius Dome, leaving only a silent sigh in the VIP lounge.

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