’A Goldcrest shows no weakness,’ Klein reminded himself as he began explaining the academy’s complexities to Harold. ’No matter how much pressure there is.’
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"Unfortunately, I won’t get to see Luna crush Klein’s team," Liu began gathering his things, his night bat casting fleeting shadows. "I have class and need those points to not fall behind again."
"We’ll tell you every bloody detail," Min promised from his horizontal position, still recovering from the cultivation session.
The bells began to toll, marking the hour of the final battle. Their deep resonance seemed to vibrate through the academy walls and their bodies.
"Ready?" Ren headed for the door, his mushrooms pulsing with anticipation.
"To see Klein humiliated? Always," Min rose with effort, his new markings still shimmering. "Think Luna will use your trick against the roar?"
"We’ll find out soon."
The battlefield was packed when they arrived.
Even spectators from other years with free schedules had come to watch. Klein’s brother lounged in the stands with aristocratic indifference, and even Professor Wei, who had no class today, had made time to attend.
The tension in the air was almost palpable as the teams took their positions, like static before a storm.
Luna advanced with grace, her shadow wolf barely visible as a dark silhouette at her feet, bending light around its ethereal form. Her "companions" flanked her with elegance, though there was something different in their posture today, like predators barely containing their hunting instincts.
Klein occupied the opposite field’s center, his golden lion manifesting in brilliant patterns across his skin. The mark on his jaw, where Ren had struck him, was still visible from refusing proper healing, a reminder of wounded pride.
Feng and Astor flanked him, their beasts creating an intimidating spectacle of crimson scales and bluish plates.
"The friendly tournament’s final battle," Yang positioned himself between both teams. "Are you ready?"
Klein’s gaze toward Luna contained more than simple rivalry. There was desperation in his eyes, as if his entire future hinged on this moment.
Luna returned an icy smile, her wolf materializing more clearly for an instant. The message was clear: there would be no mercy.
"It’s like the whole academy is holding its breath," Min whispered.
Ren nodded, his mushrooms pulsing in rhythm with his anticipation. The final spectacle was about to begin.
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Klein studied the battlefield while Yang prepared to give the signal, his mind racing through scenarios.
’The cloud bird is key,’ he thought, mentally reviewing his strategy. ’If they create their mist field, the wolf will have too much of an advantage. I need to paralyze them before they can establish their terrain and finish them quickly.’
Feng and Astor positioned themselves according to plan too.
Feng’s red cobra already had its acid ready, the instant Luna’s team was paralyzed by the roar, it would strike the cloud bird at its most vulnerable moment.
Astor and his rhinoceros would handle the noble girl controlling it.
Luna remained serene, almost unconcerned. Her maids maintained their elegant poses, as if this were merely a garden stroll.
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