Ch.193193 – 70 Win Streak

# 193 – 70 Consecutive Victories

The morale of the Imperial faction students was at its peak.

After experiencing the mysterious attack, the Imperial students’ anger had reached its limit.

Even skilled fighters like Dorothy, Sandcooker, and Rozini had only managed 10 consecutive victories before falling to the targeted attacks of the skilled opponents.

What’s more, the remaining 49 students had been defeated in succession by the Imperial faction’s ace who had taken down Rozini!

Thanks to this, an incredible record of 50 consecutive victories had been achieved on the Imperial side.

“That’s the all-time record for most consecutive victories in the first-year inter-class competition.”

Despite Professor Layve’s provocation, which should have angered Professor Warerd since his disciples had been defeated, he was only focused on growing the flower bud on his head.

Wriggle, wriggle… pop!

Professor Warerd had finally bloomed a flower on his head, nourished by the warm afternoon sunlight and the screams and despair of the students!

“Hm? What did you say?”

“…I said the match is over now.”

“As always, you’re talking nonsense. The outcome was decided from the beginning.”

“Are you giving up? Well, I suppose. With a student ratio of 1 to 70, you must have realized how pathetic your disciples’ skills are.”

“They may be pathetic, but you’ll be the ones losing.”

“Do you really think you can win? Just one Oknodie against 70 students?”

“That child is strong. Stronger than you think.”

“On what basis do you believe that?”

“I’ve looked into the source of that child’s power.”

This was concerning information, too significant to dismiss as the ravings of a madwoman with a flower on her head.

“I experimented by feeding stones to students to see how their mana would increase, and I got results.”

“Stones…?”

“When I fed them mana stones, their mana increased.”

“What about the impurities?”

“They digested only the mana and expelled everything else through shape transformation. That child’s mana capacity is extraordinary.”

“Enough to handle 70 opponents?”

“70? Such a number means nothing to that child. They could handle 100 opponents alone.”

This was shocking news—news that Professor Layve, who had been secretly rejoicing at the chance to get revenge on Oknodie, couldn’t believe and didn’t want to believe.

* *

As I stepped onto the battlefield, a surprisingly energetic opponent from the other side taunted me.

“Too bad. If I had defeated you as the 50th opponent, my name would have become much more famous. Well… I suppose taking you down as the 51st will be enough to tarnish your reputation.”

This could be considered an unfair appearance of a strong opponent, but to my experienced eyes, it just looked like a cute tantrum.

Rather, by defeating someone on a winning streak, I could earn the ace-slayer bonus, which had been upgraded to an ace-of-aces slayer bonus due to the 50 consecutive victories.

Thanks to the increased rewards for those with sufficient skill, what seemed unfair could actually become a positive variable.

“Congratulations. For an extra, you’ve done quite well!”

“…That arrogant attitude of looking down on others won’t continue after this match ends.”

“What’s your name?”

“Pepe, disciple of the love god Ataraxia. With the power of faith and my infinite stamina, which remains unchanged from before the battle, I’ll make you submit!”

I blinked at the modifier preceding the strange name rather than the name itself.

Ataraxia… Atara/xia… Xia?

The sudden appearance of my childhood friend’s name struck me like an arrow to the chest.

“Begin.”

The match began with Professor Layve’s arrogant sneer.

A sinister pink energy coated Pepe’s entire body like a film.

It was a holy magic of the body-strengthening type that had instantly crushed Rozini and 49 other students.

“I’ve been wanting to ask since you first used that—is it allowed to use holy magic in the Imperial Magic Fundamentals and Understanding class?”

“In the Empire, faith is everyday life!”

Pepe charged at me with incredible speed, like an active knight maximizing their mana cultivation method for body strengthening.

I could understand the secret behind the 50 consecutive victories.

No matter how much endurance and agility training one does, it’s training to avoid a mage’s long-range magic, not to face off against a knight-level opponent.

In short, it’s a matter of compatibility.

Evasion-type mages excel at avoiding the stationary spell-casting attacks of Imperial mages.

Close-combat mages overwhelm evasion-type mages with specs that surpass their mediocre stamina and agility.

Against someone who so blatantly specializes in physical specs, the only answer is to crush them with the powerful firepower typical of Imperial mages.

‘Since Rozini and Sandcooker were from the magic tower, they at least had a chance with firepower.’

But this isn’t rock-paper-scissors—there’s no rule saying you must defeat rock with paper.

If the rock is strong enough, like Pepe who defeated Rozini, it can tear through paper.

Thwack, thwack, thwack.

Indeed, this was no ordinary rock—my palms stung as I blocked the incoming punches.

It’s not as painful as facing a hero, but it hurts enough.

This is definitely not the power of an extra.

Occasionally, such people end up in the lower class.

“Why are they in the lower class?”

“Why are they extras?”

Students who anyone would think belong in the upper class.

The reason is simple.

They encountered existing upper-class students during the entrance exam and suffered unfair defeats.

No matter how experienced or skilled you are, if you accidentally stumble into the bushes and aggro Sing who was sleeping inside, you’ll completely fail that round of admissions.

It’s like a natural disaster.

Assuming you didn’t start trouble with that kind of insane recklessness.

‘This one must have been reckless every time!’

I don’t know who they encountered during the entrance exam, but judging by the fact that I’ve never seen this NPC before, they probably didn’t even survive to remain in the lower class.

Given that they ran into someone with such harsh methods, they were likely Sing’s prey.

“The upper class isn’t much. Even the top student of the year is just desperately running away when confronted!”

Anyway, this could have been a fellow classmate, so rather than finding comfort in falling to the lower class, they must be burning with resentment.

Having achieved 50 consecutive victories, they probably also think about getting revenge by defeating Oknodie, a comrade of the upper class that failed them.

I understand.

But I have no intention of letting them win.

“Darkside.”

Category – Dark Magic, Alchemy

Activation – Equivalent Exchange

Specialization – Body Support, Sustained Manifestation, Composure

Penalty – Personality Erosion

I envelop my entire body with dark mana transformed into fighting spirit.

It’s my application of the full-body fighting spirit technique that Pepe had demonstrated, but in a dark mana version.

“Controlling fighting spirit without faith!?”

“Fighting spirit can originally be handled without any connection to faith. Your god is just conveniently exploiting it.”

I wrap dark mana around my entire body to use as fighting spirit.

Naturally, the power of body parts covered in fighting spirit increases dramatically.

Unlike before, Pepe now frantically retreated.

As I chased and landed hits from various angles, Professor Layve, who had been silently observing while Pepe was dominating, suddenly raised an objection.

“This isn’t a magic duel.”

“Professor Layve. Isn’t that too shameful? We’ve been tolerating it the whole time during their 50 consecutive victories.”

“Kuk…!”

He had established the precedent himself.

Although accusations of cowardice came from our side first, Professor Warerd, who seemed to be permissive due to her characteristically lazy nature, had actually set a noose around Professor Layve and Pepe’s necks with her unexpected principles.

Did she know?

That my specialty was body-strengthening magic?

A 2m 30cm warrior would naturally specialize in body-enhancement auxiliary magic.

If she guessed that fact without knowing it, that’s quite impressive insight on her part.

“Angel Punch!”

Pepe, cornered, spread brilliant white wings around his fist that emitted a dazzling light.

Despite the dramatic name, it was essentially a flash-bang punch.

“How underhanded!”

“Using cheap tricks until the end!”

Despite the shower of criticism, Pepe confidently threw a straight punch, but my palm caught it perfectly.

“How…!?”

“When you cast dark magic on your own eyes, it becomes sunglasses!”

I fought just fine when Io of the Blue Fist was flashing his punches around, so there’s no way I’d fall for a similar trick.

After experiencing enough unfair patterns, you realize they’re limited in variety and become easy to block.

“You tried hard and did well. Now give me the points!”

“No!”

I smirked at the indiscriminate magic Pepe unleashed, unable to accept defeat.

Category – Dark Magic, Enhancement Magic

Activation – Giant Punch

Specialization – Body Support, Rapid Overcharge, Protection

What I envision is always a strike delivered with my 2m30cm body.

The students’ eyes widened at the blow with unimaginable power—a <magic punch> as basic as <magic missile>.

CRASH

Pepe collapsed, squeezing out the last of the love god’s holy power that flickered like a dying light from the crumbled wall.

It was an easy victory.

“Wow. Wow……”

“We have to face something like that…?”

“If we forfeit, we’ll fail, right…?”

The Imperial students were dumbfounded at the realization that they were next, while Professor Layve stared at me in disbelief, unable to accept the defeat.

In their place, Professor Warerd, who had been lazily growing flowers on her head, spoke:

“Winner, Oknodie.”

It was a victory declaration I would hear 69 more times.