The tasmanian devil....erm, Flint only had a single thought in his head as he was being thrown around the battle field like a ping pong.

Is this the hardest he can hit?

He had high hopes for Rhett's new form and although he wasn't disappointed, he expected a bit more force from his attacks.

....

Flint swears he's not a masochist.

Tired of being ragdolled around, he decided to end this quickly.

"My turn," he muttered with a grin before dashing towards Rhett again, his golden knight might've pushed him to the next rank, but Flint was a different breed of a monster.

Rhett had guess right, he was still at Elite rank, but unlike normal Elite ranks, Flint was capable of fighting a single rank above his.

This was mostly because, even as a Noble's son, he had grown up pick fights against people stronger than him like some sort of gangster.

He didn't go out of his way to pick fights though, as he had been known for ignoring most insults.... except those aimed at two things.

His late mother and his height.

The entire upper Solara Prime knew him for his tendencies to fight when any of those two were mentioned, and he almost always won, but even when he lost, there wasn't a single instance where he used his family's influence in retaliation.

Unlike other noble kids, Flint hated using his influence to bully others.

He'd rather solve everything with his fists and return home all bruised, refusing to explain what happened.

In summary, Flint was used to facing people a rank above him, and he almost always won.

He swung his staff and Rhett immediately lifted his sword for a block.

The collision caused sparks to rise and an even louder clang was heard, even though he wasn't pushed back, Rhett's eyes widened as he looked at his sword.

The surface was now spiderwebbing, creating cracks that shouldn't have been possible in the first place.

Not unless Flint was two ranks above him, which he wasn't.

He direct more SE into the sword, fixing the cracks before he put force into it and tried pushing Flint away.

Seeing what he was about to do, Flint disappeared just before Rhett could put more force into his feet, causing him to stumble forward a bit.

That bit of unbalanced was all Flint needed a he reappeared behind Rhett and slammed his staff into his back.

Despite the golden armor channeling more SE to dampen the blow, the sheer kinetic force sent Rhett skidding across the cracked stone of the arena.

His boots left deep burrows in the ground as he struggled to find his center of gravity.

Flint channeled more SE into his staff as he slammed it into the arena floor, leaving a deep crack as he was launched into the air.

He spun the staff above his head with a grin on his face as gravity too hold and he started descending towards Rhett.

Rhett looked at his approaching opponent before he planted his lead foot, the ground shattering under the pressure, and swung his sword in a wide, horizontal arc, a Crescent Cleave.

The golden energy extended the blade's reach by several meters, intended to catch the smaller fighter mid-air.

In response, Flint's staff got bigger as he also swung it towards the sword.

BANG!

A loud sound broke through the entire arena, as both their SEs clashing caused a blinding flash to cover them.

The crowd of students who were holding their breaths had to cover their faces r squint because of the sudden flash of light.

They calmly waited for the flash to receed and for the winner to be revealed and the moment it did, they only saw a single figure.

He had radiant golden armor that seemed to be flickering, he seemed to be on one knee, supported by his sword, but his opponent was nowhere to be seen.

Everyone was sure that Rhett had won the battle, after all, he was the last one standing...well, kneeling.

Until someone suddenly asked, "what's that?"

Rhett lifted his head only to let out a wry chuckle as he saw what was falling towards him.

With blood dripping down his face, thanks to the previous attack, and an enlarged staff in his hand as he had a large grin on his face.

"Clench your teeth, Rhett," Flint said as he got closer, "this is going to hurt."

"What the fuck is wrong with him?" "Has he gone mad?" "How the hell was he stuck in the air for that long?"

Even Flint's father had let out a resigned sigh as he watched his son enjoy violence. He first thought that Flint's fondness of fights was a phase that would quickly pass.

But he was wrong, the kid just got worse as the years passed and the Ardent family patriarch didn't know if that was a good or bad thing.

If Flint wasn't a spitting image of him or he hadn't been there when his mother gave birth to him, he would've doubted if he really was their kid.

But alas, he was a delinquent born to calm parents.

Back in the arena, Rhett's lips twitched as he watched the tasmanian devil fall towards him.

He had overextended the use of the golden knight armor and it would flicker out of life soon, so there was no way he would continue this fight.

So Rhett simply lifted his hand and muttered, "I forefit."

"Huh?" Was the only thing Flint could say as he heard the opponent's words.

He wasn't mad at the fact that Rhett had given up, no, more than that,

HOW WAS HE GOING TO STOP HIS FALL?

He was already too close to change his direction, and he couldn't use Rhett as a cushion either as that would be seen as an attack against a surrendered opponent, which might get him disqualified.

Having no other option, Flint extended his staff forward, causing it to meet the ground first and it bent into an arc, holding that form for a second.

But before Flint had the chance to safely land, the staff suddenly straightened, slamming him into the barrier and causing him to roll down, head first.

It was a comical scene that caused the whole arena to go quiet, even the announcer seemed to forget to announce the winner until a while later.

"Winner, Flint Ardent, first year."

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