Chapter 47: Commencing the Battle

Chapter 47: Chapter 47: Commencing the Battle

After quickly skimming through the opponent’s entire stat sheet on the projection screen, Jeremy’s finger tapped lightly on the table, his calm voice ringing out:

"Their captain, Anona, has the Heavenly Spirit Lute as her Sacred Weapon—playing the main role in crowd control and long-range area-of-effect damage. If she chooses a backline position, absolutely do not rush in impatiently to deal with her. Instead, focus our firepower to eliminate this person first."

He pointed directly at the image of a female student whose Sacred Weapon was the Azure Lotus on the tactical map.

Leon narrowed his eyes to assess: "Support mages are always strictly protected by the frontliners. If our target is too obvious, I’m afraid the opponent will seize the opportunity to burst us down in return."

"Exactly." Jeremy nodded, a sharp calculation flashing in his eyes. "Therefore, to solve this burst damage problem, the initiation role will be handed over to Lucius."

Lucius’s first skill is a three-stage Instant Teleportation, and his second skill is an extremely powerful burst damage move, "Demonic Strike". The toxic mist it emits not only blinds the enemy formation’s vision but also inflicts heavy area-of-effect poke damage. Even if surrounded, with his mobility, Lucius can completely retreat unscathed.

Jeremy briefly explained the tactical mindset, then turned to look straight at Lucius: "How is it? Any problems?"

"Of course not," Lucius chuckled, his half-smile carrying his characteristic arrogance and slight playfulness, but his eyes flared with the flames of battle intent: "I will always obey the captain’s orders."

Jeremy smiled faintly, taking it as an acknowledgment of cooperation.

He continued to allocate roles with a neat, decisive demeanor: "Evelyn and Phoenix will be in charge of long-range poke firepower. Leon will take on the task of breaking their frontline. My current cultivation realm is the lowest, so I will step back to act as the solid defense layer. Remember carefully, everything on the battlefield is unpredictably volatile; if you see the situation change, you must immediately and flexibly switch positions, absolutely do not be rigid."

Evelyn nodded: "Understood."

The remaining three boys also answered in unison.

In principle, combat tactics should be personally directed by the homeroom teacher, but their "respectable" teacher was currently at some unknown corner, either drinking or sleeping in. The responsibility of steering the entire team obviously fell squarely onto Jeremy’s shoulders.

While they were still adjusting a few coordination details, the opening match on the arena ended swiftly. The next round immediately called out Class 659’s name.

"Next, please welcome the Light Wing Team of the Omnia Department and the Eclipse Team of the Anima Department to the arena!"

Upon hearing the word "Eclipse" echoing through the loudspeakers, all five of them paused for a beat.

Lucius raised an eyebrow, poking Jeremy’s shoulder: "Since when did you secretly register such a flashy team name, Captain?"

"I don’t know." Jeremy grimaced, he himself having absolutely no idea about this cheesy name. "It’s highly likely that old man Griffin took the liberty of registering it for us."

Aside from the captain who had the authority to operate the system, only the managing teacher could interfere.

"Whatever, who cares." Jeremy smoothed his uniform collar, his towering figure leading the way as he strode toward the teleportation circle: "Let’s go on stage."

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When both formations stood firmly on the solid stone-paved arena, the referee hovering in mid-air using Wind magic loudly declared: "Please, both sides, perform the pre-match salute!"

At that same moment, the detailed stat sheets of all ten players were magnified on the giant magic crystal screen.

The moment the audience saw the dismal string of Covenants of the Eclipse Team, the entire grandstand seemed to explode. Deafening boos, catcalls, and mocking laughter rang out. However, among them, there were still those who had witnessed Jeremy’s group’s solo matches, creating two heated streams of debate.

"A bunch of trash Covenants gathered together? What the hell is this?"

"Truly unprecedented! A perfectly standard bottom-tier formation. For this match, even with closed eyes, one can tell the Light Wing Team will crush them."

"Stop barking! Haven’t you seen their solo matches? Every single one of them strikes as ruthlessly as an assassin, their real combat is extremely good. Look at their realms, how do they look like trash?"

"Are you crazy! Solo matches are one thing, team battles are another. A low Covenant is forever a low Covenant; how can the innate ability gap be compensated?"

"Why talk so much, open a betting pool! I bet 200 points on Light Wing for a clean win!"

"I follow with 300 points!"

As soon as the betting pool was opened, the voices defending the Eclipse Team from earlier suddenly went silent. Talk is talk, but when it came to survival points, no one was foolish enough to throw money out the window for a team with such pathetic stats.

Watching the crowd competing to bet on Light Wing, Lomita, sitting with her legs crossed in the VIP seats, gave a cold snort: "I bet 400 points. I wager the Eclipse Team wins."

The maid Linna sitting next to her panicked and tried to stop her but was too late. That was almost the entirety of Lomita’s accumulated points.

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Ignoring the noisy clamor in the grandstand, the bell commencing the battle rang out.

The moment the Sacred Weapons of all ten people appeared simultaneously, the opponent’s main assault frontliner instantly crushed the ground beneath his feet, turning into a shadow charging straight into the backline.

His target was extremely clear: Knock down Phoenix before Phoenix could cast his large-scale magic circle.

How could Jeremy let the opponent bypass him so easily?

The Sacred Weapon in his hand twisted, transforming into a majestic, pitch-black long scythe. He bent his body, the tip of his foot spinning in a perfect circle; the scythe blade tore through the wind and slammed into the stone floor, blocking the opponent’s Spectral Eagle Claw strike by a hair’s breadth.

Obstructed, the frontliner Saiser took a step back. Saiser’s gaze swept over Jeremy’s cold, masculine appearance before he curled his lips in contempt: "Can even a trash Covenant bearer with bottom-tier stars climb up to be the captain? Ah, I forgot, since your team is full of garbage, whoever becomes the captain is equally pathetic anyway~"

Jeremy’s eyes were sharp and cold without a ripple, the scythe in his hand spinning lightly in a circle. He took a half-step back, creating a feint. The moment Saiser bared his teeth in a smile, thinking he had gained the upper hand, Jeremy’s wrist suddenly flicked, and explosive power from his muscular arm slashed horizontally in a deadly arc.

Saiser was terrified, frantically tumbling backward to dodge with great difficulty.

Jeremy swung the long scythe, his bearing arrogantly domineering, dropping a mockery as sharp as a knife: "A hound that barks even louder than its master. Didn’t Amber discipline you properly?"

Although the former owner of this body was rumored to be malicious, in reality, those slanders were all orchestrated by Amber’s group. Saiser in front of him was precisely the leader among Amber’s minions, specializing in following behind to flatter and blindly bite others.

Saiser originally relied on his status as a Baron’s son, coupled with the fact that Jeremy’s family never cared much for this son, so Saiser ruthlessly insulted Jeremy to claim credit with his master.

Hearing his master’s name dragged out for mockery, Saiser’s face darkened: "A piece of trash actually dares to act arrogant? Watch me tear you to pieces right here!"

Just as he roared and was about to charge forward, before Saiser could finish his words, a razor-sharp crescent-shaped streak of light abruptly tore through space, flashing out from a blind spot.

"Saiser, dodge quickly!" A teammate’s piercing scream rang out from behind.

Hearing the warning, Saiser’s heart skipped a beat, and the magic power in his body condensed frantically to form a light shield.

But it was useless.