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Blum looked at his opponent in surprise. "It looks like this is going to be a hassle," he thought. The crowd watched him closely, wondering what his next move would be.

Draco touched his chin as he observed the battle. None of his previous opponents had used their talent abilities, not even Champs. This made Draco see the selection in a new light.

The battle continued. Blum didn't have it easy as he struggled to tackle his opponent. His opponent's defense and healing abilities were incredibly strong.

"I wonder how long your Originat will last," Blum chuckled. He decided to turn it into a battle of attrition. His opponent was good at defense and support but lacked offensive power. With his superior speed, Blum planned to wear down his opponent's Originat energy. But he had underestimated his opponent.

His opponent looked at him sullenly. "You forced me to do this," he muttered. The opponent moved, and a ball of metal was extracted from his body. Blum was confused, but his instincts screamed danger.

Blum darted forward, intending to stop whatever the opponent was planning.

"I knew you'd try to attack me," his opponent sneered.

Blum's instincts screamed louder, but it was too late. The metal ball split into small needles that shot toward him, striking him and sending him flying.

The crowd gasped at the sight. This opponent was tricky — he had baited Blum into thinking he lacked an attack skill, only to strike him when he least expected it.

The match wasn't over, however, and the crowd knew that because the arena hadn't declared a winner. The opponent stared at the spot where Blum had landed, surprise written all over his face. It seemed he had underestimated Blum's defense.

"It looks like I underestimated you," Blum's calm, collected voice echoed.

"I know you're bluffing. Just come out and accept your defeat," the opponent replied arrogantly.

He kept his eyes on the accumulating dust where Blum had fallen, eager to see his opponent's battered body.

"I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you," Blum's unharmed figure emerged from the settling dust, leaving his opponent in shock.

"Impossible!" the opponent cried out. "Where are they?!"

"You mean these?" Blum chuckled, raising his right hand to reveal ten golden needles in his palm.

"I wonder if any beauties are attracted to my handsomeness," Blum muttered shamelessly, loud enough for both his opponent and the crowd to hear.

Rose, Sharon, and Ming shook their heads in disbelief. Blum's playboy attitude hadn't changed at all. The crowd was left speechless, especially the men, while some of the ladies smiled faintly, sneaking glances at Blum's figure.

His opponent's face twisted with rage. Blum's words made him feel disrespected — and he wasn't wrong.

"Let's see if you'll still be so cocky after I beat you up," the opponent sneered. Stay connected via empire

Blum scratched his head casually. "I forgot I hadn't dealt with this fly yet."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The opponent's face twitched in anger, his rage peaking. The crowd erupted into laughter at Blum's remark.

"Make sure you remember my name — it's Blum," Blum said with a grin.

"Why would I?" his opponent scoffed, laughing mockingly.

Suddenly, Blum appeared in front of him, his blonde eyes flickering with lightning and thunder. The chilling aura sent shivers down the opponent's spine.

"Because I'm going to defeat you," Blum declared.

Before the opponent could react, all he saw was a thunder-flickering punch, followed by a mysterious energy that tore through his body. The next thing he knew, he was outside the arena, completely bewildered by what had just happened.

The crowd fell silent. They had witnessed Blum's sudden movement and the destructive punch that had sent his opponent flying out of the arena. The crowd gazed at Blum in awe as he casually returned to the arena stage.

Among the onlookers, some of their eyes flickered with light. They knew exactly what Blum had used to strike.

In the elders' area, sighs could be heard.

"Another one who can use intent. These students keep surprising us," one of the elders remarked.

Blum stood back in the arena, chuckling to himself as if everything had gone exactly as he had expected.

"I'm waiting for you guys," he said to Draco and the rest, dipping his hand into his pocket as he walked toward where Slyph was seated. He had made it into the Top 13, with his name listed second after Slyph's.

Draco watched him leave, realizing he might have underestimated his friend a bit.

When Blum reached Slyph's side, he noticed Slyph staring at him with battle intent, his sword ever present by his side. This sight made Blum chuckle.

The crowd watched Blum as he sat down. There were special seats separate from the audience stands where participants could sit, but only the Top 13 were eligible to use them.

"I never thought you'd use your intent so soon," Thundero remarked as he appeared beside Blum.

"Yeah, I didn't think I would either. But he was such a tricky opponent," Blum sighed. "I wonder how many skill slots he has."

After awakening a class, students could use various skills in battle aside from their awakened abilities. An ability served as a trump card since it was the most compatible with its user. However, one couldn't acquire skills infinitely. The number of available skill slots depended on the rank of the class:

Normal Class – 2 slots

Special Class – 3 slots

Legendary Class – 6 slots

God Level Class – 10 slots

These slots increased every ten levels, but students had to be wise when selecting skills since the slots were limited.

Draco was unaware of this information, or he would have been confused. What he didn't know was that his unique classes gave him an almost unlimited number of slots. The Plunderer Class alone granted him 50 slots, while the others offered 10 each. In total, Draco had around 80 slots, far more than anyone else. Since it was unlikely for him to fill all these slots before crossing another ten levels, the system didn't bother mentioning it to him, as it deemed the information unnecessary.

"Are you still planning to challenge that guy — the Plunderer?" Thundero teased.

"Of course. Just because he's ridiculously strong doesn't mean I'll back down. I want to see the gap in strength between us," Blum replied, his battle intent flickering in his eyes as he gazed at Draco.

The selection continued. The winners advanced, while the losers were disqualified.

Ming also fought, but to call it a "fight" would be an overstatement. It was more like he was toying with his opponent, and that description fit much better.

The crowd watched Ming in shock and horror. They now understood why Space Ability Awakeners were so feared.

Ming controlled his opponent like a headless fly, leaving his opponent with no choice but to surrender. Draco observed Ming with battle intent flickering in his eyes. He knew that Ming wasn't just controlling space — it was a combination of Void, (Space, and Time).

This combination made Ming as elusive as an unkillable cockroach.

"Number 9 vs Number 16!"

It was finally Draco's turn as he headed toward the arena. The crowd's attention locked on him. This was the guy who had won two matches without even making an effort.

All eyes turned to his opponent, and many in the crowd silently hoped that this wouldn't be his third easy victory.

"It's you," his opponent snickered, his tone laced with disdain.

Draco glanced at him, sensing hostility and contempt. He was confused at first but soon remembered who this was — the same guy who had boldly declared, "If I meet him, I'll teach him a lesson and show the beauties that he's just a pampered young master."

Draco shook his head in disappointment. "Those three beauties have made an enemy for me," he thought.

"Like I said, I'm going to teach you a lesson and prove to those beauties that you're nothing but a sheep in wolf's clothing," the opponent declared arrogantly.