The villainous young master just wants to live a Buddhist-like life.

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　Dark Dimon had been back in his dorm room for quite some time.

　The common lounge downstairs was very lively, with the students of the Noble Academy maintaining a strange "gain and loss" mentality, chattering incessantly.

　The atmosphere of the final day of the Academy Cup seemed to have already begun. Dark sat down at his desk and started making his final preparations.

　Tomorrow's matches will start promptly at 8:00 AM, but there will be an opening ceremony first, and the first duel will not begin until around 9:00 AM. After that, the entire schedule will be very packed.

　The competition format is not one grade at a time, but rather five grades from the same college taking turns playing against each other.

　After the start of the competition, participants will draw lots to determine which two colleges will go on stage first.

　If he draws the first draw and is chosen to be the first to appear from the Noble Academy, then as the representative of the second year, he will be the first to take the stage, kicking off the entire duel competition.

　He meticulously studied the opponent's information and carefully prepared his tactics; he was not lacking in confidence.

　However, even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit.

　Throughout history, in every genre of story, the underdog triumphs over the strong—a classic trope. Even with only a one in a million chance of winning, the protagonists manage to crush their seemingly invincible opponents.

　He certainly didn't want, nor could he give his opponent, such an opportunity. Therefore, going all out was fundamental.

　—This is the self-cultivation of a villainous young master.

　At the same time, the contestants from various colleges also put down their research and experiments and began to make final preparations before the competition.

　Among the twenty contestants from the entire college, the ones under the most pressure were not the senior students, but the other three second-year students.

　Witt Gold, Sara Swati, and Klein Moretti are all under immense pressure.

　But only by withstanding the pressure can one break free from the cocoon and transform into a butterfly. That night, many tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Chapter 1053 The Duel Tournament Begins (4k)

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　Chapter 1053 The Duel Tournament Begins (4k)

　The next day.

　Saturday.

　As the first rays of dawn shone into the castle, the sound of reading could be faintly heard.

　Soon after, the noise grew louder and louder, and the whole castle became lively.

　Before breakfast time even started, students had already emerged from the tower, carrying all sorts of props, and entered the open-air dueling arena, setting up banners and posters in the circular seating area.

　In the blink of an eye, the ring was clearly divided into four areas, each occupied by a branch.

　Doron looked smugly at the little demon beast he had drawn himself on the banner, put his hands on his hips, and asked, "How about it, Pistan?"

　Pistan glanced at the little Devimon that looked more like a rabbit and said insincerely, "That's Dark's Eevee, isn't it? It's drawn quite well."

　Duolong: "..."

　The weather is sunny and cloudless today.

　The students' moods, however, were not as calm as the weather.

　Some of them were even more nervous than the contestants, and they all had dark circles under their eyes when they left home.

　By 6:30 a.m., the cafeteria was already full of people.

　The students, even earlier than when classes start, sat in small groups, discussing excitedly.

　Contestants such as Darko Dimon and Wit Gold became the talk of the town.

　They discussed the strengths and weaknesses of each contestant, calculated the winning probability of their respective departments, and were either excited or nervous.

　The duel hadn't even started, but the audience was already incredibly excited. Meanwhile, none of the contestants about to take the stage went to the cafeteria. The "logistics teams" from each department had prepared breakfast in the common lounge, where the five students participating in the competition ate together.

　—Although there is no need for "cooperation" in duels, students always like to gather together when engaging in such group activities.

　Dak was not particularly unconventional.

　After getting up early, he put all the magical spirits back into the magic cards, filled them with magic power one by one, checked them carefully, and then put them into the card pack.

　With everything ready, Dak slung his backpack over his shoulder and headed to the common lounge on the first floor.

　Five contestants from grades two through six sat around a table, eating and exchanging information.

　After the meal, senior student Edwin Clarissa took the lead. The five of them said "good luck" to each other, gathered their strength, and left the tower together, heading towards the open-air duel arena.

　After entering the open-air dueling arena through the player entrance, the group was quickly led by staff to the players' lounge marked "Noble House".

　Meanwhile, the circular seating area was already packed with people. In the second-year section of the Noble Academy, Diana and Rose managed to snag front-row seats. Each of them held a chick, which in turn held a gas sign, and their bags were filled with snacks.

　The girls around them couldn't help but gather around, staring at the little Guhuoniao and toy chick with wicked eyes, making the two little cuties appear unusually reserved.

　Meanwhile, the boys were already glaring at the students from the Knights Academy next door, their anger gradually building up, eager to settle both old and new scores.

　With only half an hour left until eight o'clock, the atmosphere inside the duel arena had already become very high.

　Not only have the students taken up the banner of encouragement, but even the professors are glaring at each other.

　The deans of the four colleges, surrounded by students, stared at each other from a great distance.

　Even if some of them didn't truly believe their college could win, they had to put on a brave face under the students' watchful eyes.

　In short, time flies by, and it was already eight o'clock in the blink of an eye.

　"Duang!"

　A loud bell rang out from outside the dueling arena.

　The highly anticipated duel of this year's Academy Cup has finally begun!

　In the center of the venue, a high platform rose up, and the host, Judy, dressed in a white dress, smiled radiantly.

　Outside the venue, audiences from all over the world appeared together in the form of projections as the space hub connected.

　The entire venue instantly became even more lively.

　Almost simultaneously, cheers from the audience outside the stadium surged into the venue like a tidal wave.

　St. Mary's Academy has four distinct departments. Even viewers unfamiliar with the academy can easily immerse themselves in the experience.

　The nobles who come to watch the competition, unless their own children are studying in other colleges, will generally support the Noble College.

　Scholars, mages, and audiences from related industries are more willing to support the Magic Academy.

　As for the warriors and the audience who have a penchant for muscles, they will support the Knights Academy.

　The House of Fools, on the other hand, represents the common people and has the largest audience. Of course, there are also quite a few viewers who simply support the contestants, and they will develop a bias towards each house based on the contestants they support.

　There are many viewers who support characters like "Silver Dragon Girl" and "Black Night Baron".

　At eight o'clock sharp, their supporters chanted their names in unison, almost dividing the venue into two sections.

　The supporters of the other contestants were also cheering them on, but ultimately it couldn't match their years of accumulated support.

　At this moment, in the players' lounge of the "Knights Academy".

　"The Night Baron" Noah Sharp leaned against the bed, squinting at the audience seats.

　He thoroughly enjoyed the deafening cheers.

　Unfortunately, time is running out at St. Marian Academy, and we'll probably never hear cheers like this again.

　However, it's time to relinquish the title of "Baron of the Night." Upon graduating from St. Marian Academy, he will receive the king's bestowal, becoming a viscount and joining the Dragon Claw Knights.

　Then, as a member of the Dragon Claw Knights, he participated in the King's Hall of Heroes and successfully became one of the Twelve Heroes.

　This was the path to advancement that the king had devised for him after he accepted the king's offer of service.

　At that time, he will step onto the world stage in a new capacity... I hope he will be loved by the people.

　Noah Sharp's eyes were fixed on the future. Behind him—was a commotion.

　Witt God was under immense pressure, his head bowed as he stared intently at the "Holy Sword Spell" in his hand.

　To this day, he has mastered the third "Holy Sword Curse," which will be his trump card in this duel.

　According to the guidance of his seniors, under normal circumstances, if he had these three "Holy Sword Curses", he would have basically won half the battle, and even had a good chance of winning against third or fourth graders.

　But this year's College Cup is really abnormal. The senior students are under a lot of pressure, not to mention him.

　At this moment, the only one who remained calm and composed in the Knights Academy was probably senior Noah Sharp.

　Witt Gold turned to look at Noah Sharp's retreating figure, a hint of envy welling up in his heart. Ever since he entered the academy, he had wanted to become as popular as Noah Sharp and reach his level.

　However, he is now on the path to getting closer to Noah Sharp—although Noah Sharp is not his goal.

　As he thought about it, Witt suddenly stopped being nervous. He paused for a moment, then mentally re-enacted the duel.

　The Magic Academy's lounge.

　Pandora Dragon, the equally anticipated "Silver Dragoness," was exchanging ideas with Winnie Skadi, completely oblivious to the cheers outside.

　Meanwhile, Debra Nellie, a sixth-year student at the Magic Academy, may not be well-known outside the academy, but she seems to be quite popular among the younger students.

　Third-year students from the Magic Academy were asking her questions. As for Sara Swati, she looked completely relaxed. She exuded confidence.

　The Fool's House lounge.

　The Fools' House, usually considered the most united, now has its five contestants scattered in different corners of the lounge, with no communication whatsoever.

　Their relationship didn't seem good, and several of them were very withdrawn and didn't communicate with others.

　But the somber atmosphere did not mean they were weak. In fact, this year's Fool's House dueling team was stronger than ever before.

　"..." "..." The Noble House Lounge.

　The aristocratic students, who are all perceived as aloof and handsome by outsiders, actually live a harmonious and joyful life together.

　This is partly due to the advantage they gained in the dungeon battles. But more importantly, it's because none of the five players in this year's competition are the stereotypical old-fashioned nobles.

　Franklin Doron, a sixth-grader, is also the type who is ruthless and doesn't talk much.

　Dak was among them, interacting normally with them, and the atmosphere was excellent.

　In this environment, the host Judy's voice came in, drowning out the cheers from the audience, and the contestants in the lounge all looked towards the host's podium.

　The Academy Cup is a very formal competition, starting at 8 PM. But there will be an opening ceremony that lasts for an hour, during which even Principal Arte will give a speech.

　Some audience members even bought tickets specifically to witness Principal Arte's charisma.

　"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the St. Marian Academy Duel Arena!"

　Judy opened her arms in a welcoming gesture.

　She was wearing a white dress, her long hair flowing down her back with buns at her temples, which made her slightly round face look even more elegant.

　However, compared to her previous outfits, she looks younger and has a more girlish feel.

　The audience seemed to be already familiar with the host, and many of them were even her fans.

　Meanwhile, in the audience seats outside the venue, in the front row of the Royal Capital section, the Duke's family had indeed arrived.

　Alvit sat there, her pupils slightly contracted, looking at Judy on the stage with a hint of seriousness. She whispered to Claire beside her, "Is this Judy a professional host at the academy? Why is it always her?"

　Claire replied, "I heard he's a student."

　Arvit was somewhat surprised: "A student? What year did she start hosting? Is she graduating this year?"

　Claire shook her head and said, "How would I know? Why don't you send someone to check?" Alvette smiled and said, "I was just asking." Claire couldn't help but roll her eyes and said, "Don't just ask everyone you meet." Alvette, however, didn't want to pay any more attention to her.

　Beside them were Viscountess Flori and "Silver Wolf Knight" Camilla, as well as several maids.

　Princess Elizabeth, who often came with Alvite to watch the duels, was not present.

　This doesn't mean Eliza has distanced herself from them; it's just that there's another important figure among the spectators watching the duel today, and she has to accompany him.

　In the Wangdu branch, directly above the middle of the audience seating area, there is a specially set up hidden box.

　The king rarely travels, so his two beloved children naturally had to follow along.

　Prince Charles had prepared snacks and drinks, intending to take a day off to enjoy a long-awaited dueling feast and gain some dueling experience. However, the king, who had ignored him for months, suddenly remembered that he had such a son, and his rare holiday was ruined.

　As for Princess Elizabeth, she wasn't particularly keen on watching the battles. However, she recently picked up her long-abandoned skill again, hiring a court mage to provide professional instruction.

　Eliza was originally an outstanding graduate of St. Mary's Academy, so it wouldn't be difficult for her to resume dueling.

　In contrast, Prince Charles only graduated from the Royal Academy. He wasn't very diligent in his studies, and the subsequent gap in his education was even longer, making it difficult for him to catch up.

　But in this day and age, learning magical techniques and becoming a duelist is the best way to rise to the top.