Hearing Sertia's words, Fike quickly hopped off his bed.

"You're not here to assassinate me, are you?"

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Seeing his nervous expression, Sertia grumbled sarcastically.

"Who in Yogmo Academy can kill dear Lord Fike? Of course not!"

Fike continued to ask.

"How long have you been in my room?"

Sertia smiled lightly.

"Not long, just two hours!"

Fike instantly snapped awake.

"Two hours? Have you been sitting on me the whole time?"

"No!

"I slept with you too!"

Fike looked helplessly at Sertia who was beaming in front of him.

"You didn't do anything strange, right?"

Hearing this, Sertia replied with a smirk.

"What do you think?"

Fike instinctively looked down at his little brother.

"It's very energetic! It's been very excited ever since I arrived! It seems that your little brother welcomes me!"

Sertia continued to tease with a smile.

"Don't say anymore! I'm going to wash up now. Wait for me here!"

Fike hurriedly ran into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

Meanwhile, Sertia remained seated on Fike's bed as her eyes drifted to the clumps of wrinkled and slightly yellowed tissues in the trash can.

"Lord Fike is still full of vitality!"

...

Fike and Sertia left the dormitory building together, and walked toward trial arena.

Along the way, Sertia rambled on about what she had seen and experienced in Yogmo Academy since she arrived.

Meanwhile, the countless students they passed by looked on in envy at the pair, especially those from the Melee School, who gnashed their teeth in anger as they stared at Fike.

"This damned Fike, he's only been here for a few days and he's already seduced away the revered beauty of our Melee School!"

"That's right, that damned Fike, damn it!"

Just as they were still whispering amongst themselves, Senior Molly and Irene appeared in view.

As he spotted Molly, Fike's face unconsciously flushed red.

Noticing him as well, Molly greeted him with a relaxed smile.

"Fike! Did you sleep well last night? Do you have insomnia?"

As she did, she wrapped her arm around Fike's.

Witnessing this scene, the other students' feelings of hatred toward Fike only grew even stronger!

Soon, Fike and the other three had arrived at the trial arena.

As they were about to enter through the door, a tall and imposing figure blocked their way.

Fike noticed that the person was more than half his height taller than him, with a slightly ugly appearance.

His short and flat nose bridge, pair of not-so-big eyes, and thick, heavy lips lived in a sort of disharmony on his huge face.

The giant opened his mouth.

"Molly, Hello, I am a first year student from the Forging School, Truman. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I fell in love with you. Please go out with me!"

Hearing this person's abrupt confession, Senior Molly was also shocked.

She replied, "Thank you for your intentions, but I already have someone I like!"

With that, Molly turned to Fike before kissing him on the face.

Truman turned to Fike with a look of anger in his eyes.

"Fike, right? Okay, I'll remember you! Later, I'll show you a truth."

Fike asked doubtfully.

"What truth?"

"That a beautiful woman is only fit for the strong!"

After saying that, Truman huffed away in anger.

Looking at the strange man leaving in front of him, Fike couldn't help but hesitate for a while.

"Why does this person blame others when he can't get the girl he likes?"

At this time, Senior Molly also spoke up.

"I've heard some news about him."

She paused for a moment before continuing.

"After yesterday's internal battles, I seem to remember that Truman placed first among the Forging School!"

Hearing this, Fike's interest grew slightly.

"First place? It seems that he has some strength!"

As they were talking, they had already arrived at the inner area.

Fike suddenly noticed that the drum tower that had been at the center of the arena yesterday had already disappeared.

"Could it be that today's battlefield will be this entire arena?"

Fike wondered to himself.

The two hosts appeared once again at the center.

One of them started the show.

"Alright! Dear students and teachers, let us welcome the arrival of the second day of the freshmen trial!

"Now, let us first announce the contestants from the four schools!

"First, the unrivaled first place finisher from the Spell School, Fike!"

At this time, Fike had already walked up to the side of the host, and the other competitors had all appeared around him as well.

At the mention of Fike's name, the stadium erupted into a round of applause.

"Lord Fike, I love you!"

"Fike, you can do it! Kill all these people from the other schools!"

Hearing the crowd's cheers, Fike only smiled politely.

The host continued to speak.

"Next is the Son of the Gale, Cazino!"

Cazino bowed politely.

"Thank you for appreciating my art!"

"Next up is third place's unyielding warrior, determined to fight to the death, Ah Fei!"

Ah Fei looked at the crowd silently, but his eyes betrayed his excitement.

Following the introductions of the Spell School competitors, the host began to introduce the other schools' victors as well.

"Now, everyone take a close look at the Melee School's first place winner, Rowan!"

The familiar youth with his huge sword and scarf appeared before Fike's eyes.

...

"Now, let's introduce the contenders from the Summoning School!"

"Turn your eyes to the first place finisher of the Summoning School, the beautiful and always in control Princess Serena!"

Fike saw a young lady dressed in elegant clothes. Her long natural pink hair flowed gracefully down her back.

"Thank you, thank you everyone!"

Serena smiled gently.

"..."

"The last one to take the stage is our very own Forging School!

"Let's give a warm round of applause to the first place winner!

"The one known as The Strongest Hammer, Truman!"

Truman finally appeared, wielding a huge hammer in his hand, his gaze fiercely locked onto Fike.

As the host finished introducing each one of the contestants, a huge cloth fell from the mast behind him, revealing the details of the upcoming one-on-one battles.

Fike saw that his name and Truman's had been inscribed together.

With his gaze still fixed on the cloth, a familiar voice boomed.

"Fike, it seems that heaven has destined for your Spell School to be annihilated today! Hahahaha!"