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This duel was actually quite important to him.
If they can defeat the opposing academy's "Holy Son" at this moment, then when they set off, their momentum will surely be overwhelming.
But if we lose... well, so be it! It's not like we've never lost before!
Even if we lose, we can still use this "holy son" as a stepping stone to our goals.
This exchange program will be for this purpose: to learn and improve at the Holy Church Mystic Academy, and once the exchange ends, to challenge the "Holy Son" once again!
Of course, he had completely put such thoughts out of his mind as soon as the duel began.
At this point, his attention was completely focused on the duel itself. As for "friendship first, competition second," that was obviously out of the question!
But while he gave it his all, Evan Pearson was also well-prepared. As the only "Holy Child" among the students of the Holy Mystic Academy, the level of education Evan Pearson received and the resources he could access were unimaginable to ordinary people.
Even at St. Marian Academy, Vito Gold, the "Son of the Hero," did not receive any special treatment.
Everything Witt Gold possessed was essentially earned through his own efforts.
Therefore, in comparison from various perspectives, he is far inferior to Evan Pearson.
This is clearly reflected in the strength and diversity of the decks. This duel is inherently unfair.
Therefore, Witt Gold was caught in a tough battle from the very beginning! Meanwhile, the "Holy Son" Evan Pearson quickly revealed his "arrogant" side after the duel began.
His attack was incredibly fast and fierce, far beyond the level of a second-year student.
The students of St. Mary's Academy watching from the sidelines almost immediately understood that he absolutely could not be treated as a normal second-year student.
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However, the students of St. Marian College were not too surprised by this.
After all, they were already used to things that were even more outrageous than this.
Who do you think will win?
The conversation between Dak and the Archbishop returned to the very first question.
This time, Dark didn't change the subject: "Evan Pearson, I suppose." Caleb Norris asked, slightly surprised, "Why not side with Witt Gold?"
Dark asked, puzzled, "Why side with Witt?"
Caleb Norris said, "Isn't he your classmate?" Darke said, "But his chances of winning are very low."
Caleb Norris said, "You don't seem to trust your classmates."
"It has nothing to do with trust," Dark said. "It's just about being realistic." "Between emotion and reason," Caleb Norris said, "you chose reason."
Dark glanced at him and said, "I just chose the option that was closer to the right one."
The chants of the duelists, the roars of the magical spirits, and the chatter and commotion of the onlookers kept the atmosphere in Battle Arena 1 boiling over.
Dak and Caleb Norris sat on the bench by the door, completely isolated from the boiling center.
After a moment's thought, Dark suddenly asked, "Evan Pearson, why must you duel with Witt?"
Caleb Norris said without any hesitation, "That's probably because he wants to become a 'Hero.'"
Dark exclaimed in astonishment, "He also possesses the 'Hero's Talent'!" Caleb Norris explained, "Evan Pearson awakened his 'Hero's Talent' at the age of six, which attracted the attention of his church and led to his being sent to the Holy Church headquarters. This was the opportunity that led to his selection as a 'Holy Son Candidate.'"
Dark asked, "If you have 'Heroic Qualification,' shouldn't you be a 'Hero Candidate'?"
Caleb Norris said, "There's no contradiction. Both the hero and the holy son are offspring of the 'Saint.'"
Dak fell into deep thought.
He had some understanding of the origins of the "hero".
According to the Holy Scripture, the "Saint" split into three to protect humanity: the "Hero," the "Sage," and the "Emperor." These were the origins of the "Hero," the "Sage," and the "Emperor."
Of all these, only the "Hero" inherits their lineage through bloodline.
Therefore, in the concept of the Holy Church, all subsequent "heroes" are descendants of the original "heroes," that is, the orthodox "sons of God."
Even if we call the "hero" the "holy son," there is no contradiction. Of course, this is only a one-way concept.
A "hero" can be called a "sacred child," but a "sacred child" cannot be called a "hero." However, Evan Pearson, the "sacred child," possesses "hero blood," making him a potential "hero."
"From this perspective, Evan Pearson's admiration for 'Hero' Bright Gold might not be fake. But he doesn't just admire him; he takes him as his goal, wanting to become a true 'Hero' like Bright Gold!"
"No wonder, no wonder he wanted to duel with Witt!"
"For him, defeating Wieter would be a huge step toward his goal."
Darke narrowed his eyes and watched intently as Witt and Evan Pearson dueled.
As the mystery was revealed, the duel took on more meaning and became even more interesting to him.
"In that case, Evan Pearson, who is at the Holy Mystic Academy, should have already passed the 'Sword in the Stone' trial and obtained at least one holy sword!"
"If this were in a fantasy novel, it would probably be called a battle for destiny."
"Evan Pearson's role in the original game should be that of a villain who is in direct competition with the protagonist for a certain period of time."
"Looking at it this way, we do seem to be in the same boat."
Thinking of this, Darks couldn't help but smile slightly. If fate was unchangeable, Evan Pearson's future was already sealed. Even if he could win this duel now with a temporary advantage, he would ultimately be trampled underfoot by Witte.
However, having mastered astrology, Dark had a clearer understanding of so-called destiny.
Fate has already taken a turn, but relative to the world today, it is still straight.
Evan Pearson is not without the potential to become a "hero".
So, the curtain has been raised; who will ultimately become the "protagonist"?
"boom!"
A divine aura erupted in that instant.
Witt God activated the [Phantom Weapon Spell (Holy Sword Spell)], summoning a holy sword of light manifested through magical power!
"Phantom Soldier Spell" is both a magic card and an item card.
In magical duels, the weapons summoned by duelists using the "Phantom Spell" can be considered as magic cards, and are controlled by the duelists themselves.
But as the Holy Sword of Light illuminated the entire arena, Evan Pearson's eyes flashed with an incomparably sharp light.
Immediately afterwards, he drew a magic card from his deck and chanted loudly with great enthusiasm.
From that magic card, a white light even more dazzling than Witt's "Holy Sword Curse" suddenly shone forth.
A purer, more sacred, and even more powerful "holy sword" was summoned by it!
In that instant, Witt's face was bathed in pure white light, causing it to lose all color.
Dark's frequent use of the "Holy Sword" in duels failed to shock him to this extent.
Because Evan Pearson also used the "Phantom Spell"!
Among the onlookers were many senior students who were very familiar with the principles of the "Illusionary Spell".
At this moment, seeing that the "Holy Sword" summoned by Evan Pearson was thicker and longer than Witt's "Holy Sword", the discussion rose almost instantly.
Almost all eyes were focused on Evan Pearson. Now, in this Arena 1, the "Holy Son" Evan Pearson, an outsider, had become the most eye-catching focus.
Vito Gold, who should have inherited the title of "Hero," was instead overshadowed by an even more intense light.
"Witt Goddard!"
Evan Pearson, who had been trying his best to maintain a "cool" image, finally couldn't help but reveal his emotions.
As he wielded his "holy sword," he roared, "Take up your sword! Let the world see who the true 'hero' is!"
On the red team's stage, after a brief moment of shock, Witt Gold regained his attention and focused intently on pouring his magic into the "Holy Sword Spell".
The "Holy Sword Spell," which used to only summon the outline of a lightsaber, can now manifest a clear sword shape.
However, he never actually came into contact with the real "Holy Sword," and the sword form he manifested lacked any sense of realism.
Conversely, the "holy sword" summoned by Evan Pearson resembled a real "holy sword," with an incredibly detailed design.
He manipulated the "Holy Sword," which shot out like lightning, not attacking Witt's magic ball, but instead fiercely slashing at the "Holy Sword" that Witt had summoned.
"boom!"
The collision between the blades caused an energy burst.
Evan Pearson's summoned "Holy Sword" held a clear advantage. Witt Gold's summoned "Holy Sword" even developed a crack!
The difference in quality is immediately apparent.
Even though Witt did his best to control the "Holy Sword" to counterattack, Evan Pearson's control ability... and even his swordsmanship skills were no weaker than his.
The duel has now progressed in an unexpected way, resulting in a one-sided crushing defeat.
"drink!"
Evan Pearson roared, his face flushed with excitement. The "Holy Sword," amidst a blinding white light, slashed down fiercely, cleaving Witt's "Holy Sword" in two!
"boom!"
Although it is said that a sword breaks and a person dies.
But the breaking of the "Holy Sword" still nearly shattered Witt's spirit. Evan Pearson's sudden attack caught him completely off guard.
Immediately afterwards, the "holy sword" he had summoned was cut in half by the opponent's "holy sword," causing him to split open on the spot.
If it weren't for his long-term training, his ability to withstand blows would be far greater than it was years ago.
At this point, the defenses have probably been breached.
But his resilient spirit, forged through trials and tribulations, allowed him to regain his composure.
He quickly adjusted his mindset, activated the summoned magical spirit, and continued to engage in the duel without giving up the last chance.
The duel thus dragged on for three more rounds.
Vitor Gold's magic ball was finally shattered by Evan Pearson's "Holy Sword".
Defeat is not pleasant, especially defeat in this way.
But after taking a deep breath, Witt Goldr mustered his courage again.
Even though he was playing on home soil, the onlookers did not ridicule him for his defeat.
The younger students just watched the excitement.
The older students, on the other hand, were already quickly analyzing the process of the home-field duel.
Evan Pearson revealed quite a few of his trump cards in order to defeat Witt. But he felt that nothing could have been more worthwhile.
When the red team's magic orb's life barrier shattered, he dispersed the "Holy Sword" he had summoned, only coldly snorting, "Nothing special."
This low, almost soliloquy hum, amplified by the loudspeaker, echoed throughout the entire battle arena.
He put away the magic card, an uncontrollable excitement and smile already appearing on his face.
But when faced with his provocation, Witt simply took a deep breath and said to him, "You're very good."
When Evan Pearson looked up at him, Witt said his second sentence: "I will learn from you."
The completely unexpected response made Evan Pearson raise his eyebrows.
Vittor said very seriously, "Although I don't know your true intentions, I've clearly seen the gap between us. After this exchange activity ends, I will challenge you. Furthermore, the title of 'Hero' is not self-proclaimed, nor can it be arbitrarily bestowed by the Holy Church. I am not a 'Hero' yet, so I have no right to argue with you about who is the 'Hero.' But I will strive for it, and I hope you will too."
Having said that, he began to methodically tidy up the magic cards. A certain air of composure was subtly revealed in him.
Although Evan Pearson won, he suddenly lost the excitement he had felt immediately after the victory.
On the bench by the door.
Archbishop Caleb Norris said calmly, "You were right."
Dark smiled faintly and said, "Archbishop Norris, who do you think is more likely to become the 'Hero'?"
Caleb Norris said, "When the time comes, the world will provide the answer."
Dak stood up and said, "Only by doing the deeds of a hero can one be a hero."
Chapter 868 Darkdemon just wants to say goodbye (4k)
Caleb Norris is gone.
He left Arena 1 before the crowd dispersed. Dark didn't try to stop him, nor could he.