Obtaining Legendray Dragon Template At The Start As A Side-Character!-Chapter 45: The Trial IV

While the sound of cheering was still in the air, Diana’s group and Roderick’s group both left the trial ground and returned to their own bases.

Unlike the previous battle, this match showed the genius and strategy of one group. Without any cowardice, and instead with bravery, honor, and pure strength, they managed to win.

Diana’s goal was not only victory, but also to gain the support and applause of the people present.

Now, in everyone’s eyes, her position has become even more solid, and her value in the eyes of the Celestials has increased.

Most importantly, it is even possible that she has gained a more positive image in the eyes of the Patriarch as well.

That alone was enough to earn the applause of all the spectators present. The Celestials also looked at Diana with eyes full of expectation.

It was clear from their eyes that all of them wanted that girl as a member for their own organizations and subordinate institutions.

"That girl is our biggest rival," Lioren said while analyzing the strategy used by Diana’s group.

The strategy they used was somewhat similar to the one Reinh’s group had developed during training. Clearly, that girl was not only talented, but also smart.

"She understood that the way Lucien won was looked down on. So she chose a brave method worthy of the Clan, and now she has gained the support and cheers of the others," he added.

"I have to admit that girl is truly a capable opponent, but I’m not going to lose to her," Selen said while nodding. She also admired such a victory.

"Ah, I would rather have fought that Roderick," Aren shook his head in disappointment. It was the first time in the Clan he had seen someone who used heavy weapons like himself. He wanted to face him in this trial, but it seemed fate did not want that.

"The members of her group clearly trust her a lot, and there is strong unity between them. Ah... if they become our opponents, it will be real trouble," Neria let out a heavy sigh. As the one responsible for group unity, she could understand that Diana’s group probably had the strongest and most stable foundation.

Kael stayed silent as always and gave no opinion. His eyes were only on the group’s leader, as if he was trying to understand what he was thinking.

Reinh looked carefree and indifferent, but there was a clear coldness deep in his eyes. It seemed like he did not care about this round of competition at all.

"Lord Reinh, can that girl defeat us?" Aron, who was standing beside him, asked while swallowing with difficulty.

His words caught the attention of the other commanders and made their gazes also fall on the two of them, waiting for an answer.

"For all of you, she will be a capable opponent."

"Hah? What about for you?"

This time Reinh did not answer. However, the indifference in his eyes became deeper. The five commanders wanted to know the answer to that question more than ever.

Could their leader defeat the most popular genius of this generation of the Clan?

"The next match will be between Group Ten and Group Eight!" a voice echoed across the area and drew everyone’s attention.

"Group Ten? That’s our group!" Aron shouted with excitement.

"You know what you have to do," Reinh looked at them, then gave a cold glance at Julian, as if warning that if he did something stupid, he would die.

Julian understood that warning and threat. He ground his teeth and clenched his fists, but a moment later he relaxed them and let out a sigh.

’It’s not time yet,’ he tried to calm himself.

Reinh then took the first step, left the base, and walked toward the center, the place of the competition. The five commanders looked at him and then followed.

From the other side, Group Eight also arrived. Both sides stood facing each other.

"I heard Group Ten is led by that famous bastard."

"How did he manage to become a group leader? His group must be trash for that to happen."

"Who knows. I heard young master Julian is also there. Maybe he was lazy and didn’t want to be leader, so the group fell into that trash’s hands."

"Tch, haha. But who is the leader of Group Eight?"

"There! Derek! The leader of Group Eight is Derek!"

All eyes fell on a young man standing at the front of Group Eight. He was tall, with long black hair reaching his shoulders, those same blue Vorhelm eyes, and a slim but extremely trained body.

The feeling of a sword could be sensed from around him. Reinh’s gaze also rested on him for a moment. He was one of the few people among these youths that Reinh remembered from his previous life.

A madman in love with swords and swordsmanship, and a truly pure swordsman, a man who would spend his entire life on the sword.

"Group Ten has no chance against Group Eight."

"Right? I doubt they can even last five minutes. How unlucky they are to face Derek. Even though he’s a good boy, he’s really strong."

Most of the spectators agreed. However, what they did not notice was that, in the Patriarch’s eyes, expectation could be seen for the first time.

"Hmm, why is our knight different from the knight in the previous two rounds?" Before the round started, Selen noticed something and asked with a frown.

The other commanders also looked at the knight. His aura and armor looked different, and even the look in his eyes was different.

It was as if a completely different knight had come for their round.

"Maybe the previous one got tired," Neria said, and the others nodded. This was the most likely reason.

However, Reinh’s gaze went toward the Patriarch’s seat. A trace of coldness moved in his eyes.

’How foolish. This change will not affect the result,’ he muttered to himself.

Reinh’s group members stood in their pre-planned formation; not tight, not scattered, but with calculated spaces between them, like the teeth of a gear where if one turns, all move together.

In the front stood the five commanders, and behind them were the columns, each column waiting for a short signal.

On the other side of the field, the opposing group stood in a strict and straight formation. Behind their leader, his people stood silently. The respect they had for him was not the kind that comes from fear, but from trust.

Just one look was enough to see that they truly respected their leader.

At the highest point of the competition area, the knight was standing.

To everyone’s surprise, he himself was standing farther back than everyone else, in a place where he could fully observe the competition and the clashes.

"Why is he standing back there?" His position caught the attention of the spectators too.

"Could it be because he’s scared? Hahaha."

"What other reason could there be for a group leader to stand all the way back there? Hahaha."

The starting whistle blew. Derek’s group moved forward without hesitation. Not a crazy charge and not a complex tactic, but a direct advance, like a sword coming straight down. The tip of their spear formation was Derek himself.

"It started. First line, half-circle back." At that moment, Lioren said calmly.

Thirty people from the front line of Reinh’s group took one step back instead of clashing directly, forming an arc. It was not retreat. It was more like an invitation.

Aren smiled, spun his large wooden sword on his shoulder, and let out a short growl to draw attention. A few members of Derek’s group unconsciously increased their speed.

That was exactly what they wanted.