Sorcerer’s Handbook

Chapter 48

Sigh...

Amidst the noisy chaos of the combat hall, and the tense battle, Sonya suddenly heard a melodious sigh.

Then her vision split into two halves.

On one side were the faces of other students in the combat hall, some sneering, some expectant, some envious, with various complex expressions.

On the other side, she saw a woman who looked a lot like her.

Although they looked alike, Sonya was certain that wasn't her.

The woman stood under the moonlight by a lake's surface. Suddenly, a huge horned monster charged at her from afar. As it galloped, it stirred up a violent dark torrent, rushing forth with destructive power. When it got close, it could even eclipse the moonlight, like darkness was collapsing!

Compared to it, the woman was so small and fragile!

Yet she didn't dodge at all, but stood her ground, summoned her spirit, and then—

With one sword strike!

The darkness was sliced in two, and pure moonlight shone through the crack onto her ferocious yet graceful swordsmanship!

Sonya didn't see her moves clearly, nor the spirit she summoned, but for some reason, Sonya felt she could mimic it.

The urge to imitate was so strong that her body started moving on its own!

'You're not giving up your sword...'

Seeing Sonya make no moves to concede, Leone couldn't help approving of her junior sister in her heart. Admitting defeat in a hopeless fight was the rational choice, but stubborn perseverance could give rise to miracles.

If one didn't even have the courage to challenge the strong in such a safe environment, how could they possibly temper a tenacious sorcerer's heart to face real danger?

As expected of the Hidden Hands Swordsaint's disciple...what a good student she picked.

Although Leone admired her in her heart, she would show no mercy.

It wasn't just about upholding the Rhythm Swordsaint's reputation, but only by going all out could she properly respect a fellow swordsman!

Miracle - Rhythm Melody - Third Movement!

Just as Leone launched her attack, she noticed Sonya make a strange move - she sheathed her sword.

At the same time, many moonlight threads appeared around Sonya, each connected to her body, as if she had turned herself into a trap.

A trap?

A double loss?

Many thoughts flashed through Leone's mind, but she still slashed out with one strike - when faced with unknown variations, a swordsman had only one way to respond - cut through all obstacles!

Forward, keep moving forward, never stop moving forward!

Such was the way of survival for swordsmen!

Golden swordlight flashed brilliantly again in the hall, but the instant it touched the moonlight threads, Leone immediately sensed something was off - the Rhythm Melody actually couldn't cut through the threads!

No, those weren't just moonlight threads!

Looking closely, every thread had water flowing along it, negating the impact and granting the moonlight threads unparalleled flexibility!

No, the water flow didn't negate the impact!

Leone's eyes widened as she realized that when her swordlight tugged the threads, all the energy was channeled along them towards Sonya in her sheathed stance. The threads and Sonya formed a spring system, so that when struck by an outside force, the connected Sonya could launch the swiftest counterattack!

The water flow...moonlight threads...and vibration blade...

It was a counterattack miracle!

Clang!

With a flash of Sonya's blade that could barely be seen, Leone finally reappeared, dress fluttering and hands empty.

Patter, patter.

As the shattered wooden training swords dropped to the floor, the crowd in the combat hall still hadn't reacted.

"Leone...lost?"

The speaker's voice trembled, as if afraid of fabricating facts and slandering the truth.

"She lost...the Orange Dancer lost..."

"Sonya beat Leone!"

"What move was that? I've never seen such a miracle..."

"Sonya, who just became a sorcerer a few days ago, defeated the complete silver-rank Leone!"

"A first year overturning a fourth year!"

"My god, am I witnessing the rise of a new Swordsaint!?"

Amidst the shouts and cheers of shock and excitement, Leone smiled at Sonya, whose entire body was drenched in sweat and could barely stand, and asked: "What is the name of this miracle?"

In Sonya's eyes, the moonlit lakeside swordswoman seemed to flash by again. Without any thought, the name rolled off her tongue:

"Moon Reflection on Water."

At this moment, Ingritt, who had been watching the match intently with a flushed face, suddenly pumped her fist and shouted loudly: "Sonya!"

The first year swordarts students cheered in unison: "Sonya! Sonya! Sonya!"

The Orange Dancer's supporters also roared: "Leone! Leone! Leone!"

In no time, only two names echoed throughout the combat hall: Sonya and Leone!

"After today, you will become one of Swordflower College's brightest jewels."

Leone raised an eyebrow. "Just like me."

Sonya pulled her lips into a smile, then her body tilted to the side as she could no longer remain standing.

Leone reached out to support her. Their eyes met, both smiled, sparking another round of cheers.

At the same time, on the other side.

Felix and Lorein, who had been fighting intensely in a deadlock, also gradually stopped as they witnessed this scene, strength evaporating from their bodies.

They exchanged a glance and let out the same wry chuckle, shaking their heads helplessly.

The fight sparked by them didn't end up with them as the main characters.

For innate talents like them who attracted countless gazes, nothing was more frustrating than being ignored.

Suddenly Lorein tossed away his wooden sword. "Stay still and let me punch you one."

Felix froze for a second, but Lorein had already walked over and sent him flying with a punch to the face.

"Remember this punch, Felix. Not every woman can be provoked by you." Lorein said, then turned and left.

Still sitting on the ground, Felix looked towards the two figures bathed in the crowd's attention and softly sighed:

"Indeed."

At this moment.

Felix didn't notice, and no one else detected, that two shadowless spectators had suddenly appeared behind Felix's back.

Their existence wasn't captured in anyone's vision in the entire hall. When they spoke, all the clamor was automatically blocked out, as if the whole world consisted only of these two.

"I remember your rare disgrace was losing to the 'Orange Flash' Leone, right?"

Faced with the observer's teasing, the swordswoman remained very calm. "It wasn't that major. I surpassed her three years later, so I stopped minding it."

"Being able to remember it across three years..." The observer muttered, then turned to look at Felix sitting on the floor, taking out a handbook from his embrace and flipping to a page.

"But I didn't expect the notorious Evil Duke to have been a genius swordsman. His handbook didn't record this experience at all."

"It would be odd if a Felston Family member wasn't a genius at swordsmanship."

The swordswoman shook her head. "What you saw was the most perfect 'Reflection of Flowers in the Mirror'. Before that, I created many different versions. The 'Moon Silk' and 'Virtual World Telescope' combination was one of them. Although not that powerful, fast, or defensive, it was the most suitable for the current Sonya."

"True." The observer nodded. "There are no best miracles, only the most timely ones. Hehe, I look forward more and more to what Sonya without deep hatred and vengeance will be like."

"You might as well worry about Ashe first. Today is his Blood Moon Tribunal."

"Why worry about him?"

The observer chuckled, but the mirthless cold chuckle made the swordswoman grip her sword hilt reflexively.

"The Four Pillars have their eyes on him."