Zelig immediately shone his sword to shield himself.

“Cascading petals!” Lev yelled.

This was the name of Lev’s move, and the sword’s shadows cascaded everywhere from the sky like flower petals, rendering Zelig unable to determine which one was the real sword.

After a few seconds, Zelig’s shirt was already torn and ripped up with marks from the sword everywhere, and he seemed to be extremely battered and confused.

At this moment, it was already known who had won and lost—it was obvious that Lev had won this round.

“Alright, both of you can stop now. We already have a winner!”

Master Ykink instantly yelled and announced the result of the battle.

“Lev Bayfield from the elite class won the second round!”

Although Zelig was unsettled and unwilling to admit defeat, his ability was indeed not as good as Lev’s, so he could only accept the result.

“Hmph. Zelig Lear, I’m telling you, you’re going to lose to me forever, so, from now on, you’d better scram whenever you see me around the