I Have a Dice Left by a God-Chapter 370 - 237: Decisive Victory

The arena fell into a brief silence, followed by a tidal wave of cheers. The supporters of Simmons, who didn’t dare to expect much before the match, went wild. The light of the Canon Law School finally shone.

Nagan’s eyes were full of reluctance, but this was not a battlefield, not a life-and-death fight. The duel was already over; she lost.

"Simmons, I hope to have the chance to spar with you again in the future!" Nagan said through gritted teeth.

Simmons sheathed his Greatsword and smiled, "I accept my loss; hopefully, no need to spar again."

Nagan was stunned, only to realize moments later, almost fainting with anger.

In the stands, a nervous Achilles sprang up, "Well done, Simmons! As expected of a good son of Hedan, I’m rooting for you!"

Those around were dumbfounded, looking at Achilles in disbelief. Estella also tried to pull her silly second brother. Achilles realized his blunder, "Ahem, I just thought Simmons fought so cowardly; I feared he’d embarrass us men from Hedan."

"The match isn’t over yet, but when did Simmons awaken to a thunder ability? I remember he seemed to have failed." Hokele was also somewhat surprised. He had been too busy to pay much attention to these events.

"The George Family’s bloodline is not bad, and Simmons is hardworking. It’s not surprising he awakened. Nagan was a bit careless."

"The Canon Law School really has some stuff; it seems not all their people are just loafers."

"I thought Simmons was finished after entering the Canon Law School. Unexpectedly, he still had a big move hidden. Pretty good."

"A single Simmons can’t change much. Maybe he’ll get swept three to one later."

Everyone was buzzing with conversation. Suddenly, there was uncertainty in the final match, and Simmons actually took it.

Li Xin didn’t hold back his applause. Young Master Xiong Ying was majestic, spreading his wings and soaring. In the future, he would lead them together into flight.

As Simmons left the stage, he high-fived his teammates, "Boss, who’s up next?"

"Rock, take the next one as well and boost our momentum!" he said, giving Rock’s shoulder a firm pat.

Rock, sporting a head of Little Red Roll hair, stepped onto the stage, instantly drawing jeers and whistles from the opposing supporters. Various speculations arose; judging by his appearance, he seemed of common birth, a notion fitting for the Canon Law School alone.

The opponent from the Ice Wasteland Knight Academy was tall and dignified, clearly a formidable adversary, wielding a standard noble Greatsword, while Little Red Roll was barehanded.

"Where’s your weapon?"

"My hands are the best weapons!" Little Red Roll boasted, his flamboyant personality unchangeable, wherever he went.

The opponent snorted disdainfully. Amidst the cheering crowd, the second match began. Naoluo wanted a quick victory, to crush the opponent’s momentum, swinging a rapid sword strike. He couldn’t comprehend the wild approach of being weaponless. Instead of retreating from the attack, Little Red Roll rushed ahead, his body suddenly swaying, sidestepping to the opponent’s side, his fists raining down like a storm.

Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam~~~

Bang, bang, bang, starting with a frenzied assault. Naoluo could only block seven or eight hits before his hands stiffened. He had no choice but to use the Divine Flash to distance himself. Yet as soon as he appeared, Little Red Roll had followed him, swinging a sandbag-sized fist straight at Naoluo’s face, causing it to swell instantly. A ring of frost appeared suddenly on Naoluo, an expertise of the Ice Wasteland Academy, forming a non-aggressive freezing Spiritual Ability ring around his body to hinder movement. But he met Little Red Roll. Rock was exhilarated, pouncing with flames blazing all over him with a roar.

Naoluo had no idea why he was facing such an opponent. Pre-battle talks suggested everyone besides Simmons were mere commoner ants. What on earth was this? At this point, he could only grit his teeth and fight on.

Boom...

Neither side retreated. Naoluo’s Greatsword flew from his hands, incredulously staring at Rock, who had so effortlessly destroyed his attack.

Naoluo fell to the ground. Rock ran his hands back through his hair, "I am Rock from the Saint Grace Canon Law School. Remember this name!"

Saying this, he vigorously waved his arms.

People on the scene didn’t expect the Canon Law School to be so potent. Simmons couldn’t help but cover his face. He had urged the guy to stay low-key, but oh well, after holding back for so long, a little release was fine.

The next to come out, Lancer, also won smoothly. What can you say, Lancer was well-versed in social niceties, making the match look graceful, with offense and defense interchanging. But the keen-eyed saw that Lancer was controlling the rhythm. Just like that, the Saint Grace Canon Law School stormed into the semifinals with a three-nil win, grabbing everyone’s attention.

The Hedan Daily couldn’t avoid covering this result:

"Little George used up a lifetime of luck. The Ice Wasteland Knight’s warriors couldn’t acclimate to the hot Hedan climate, performing only at ten percent; very unfortunate."

"Saint Grace’s Little George narrowly wins over the Ice Wasteland Knight Academy, stumbling into the semifinals."

"The great Royal Knight Academy easily advances, leaving no doubt that the champion of this year remains the Royal Knight Academy."

"Holman Tia continues the Tia Clan’s legend, with the Kingdom Guardian God Clan’s excellent bloodline barely tested!"

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Entering the semifinals, in past times, the Saint Grace Canon Law School would have rested easy, but now they yearned for more. They had anticipated a tough battle before the match, even thinking it would be a two-two tie leading to a decisive battle. They didn’t expect the opponent to be such a pushover.

Celestia also reminded everyone not to let down their guard. The opponents ahead would only grow stronger. Indeed, Hedan’s scorching weather was unfriendly to the Ice Wasteland Knight Academy. Next up was the George Family’s old rival, Zheng Family’s Zheng Shengxun.

This was a clash of two family rivalries. The Zheng Family would undoubtedly make full preparations; they couldn’t afford to lose. Reaching this stage, Simmons was unwilling to lose, especially not to Zheng Shengxun.

Semi-finals:

Holman Tia of "Royal Knight Academy" versus Didia Nasser of "Divine Knight Academy";

Simmons George of "Saint Grace Canon Law School" versus Zheng Shengxun of "Eternal Knight Academy"

The victor would advance to the much-anticipated finals. Currently, the first half saw Holman far ahead, while the second half between Simmons and Zheng Shengxun was evenly matched. Mainly, the Saint Grace Canon Law School seemed in top condition, whereas the Eternal Knight Academy had fiercely battled Death Knight Academy last round, and a mere day’s rest might not suffice to fully recover.

At night, all the Saint Grace Canon Law School team members gathered at Simmons’ house. Moreover, Count George made additional arrangements to protect the families of the team members. The closer it got, the more cautious they had to be. Years of dealing with the Zheng Family had taught them their temperament well. Better to be safe than sorry.

Simmons and his teammates were eating and drinking merrily, in excellent spirits. After the first round, their confidence soared. Originally geared up to challenge experts, they found that they themselves were the experts. The days of being driven by Brother Li had kept them unaware of their own strength or the strength of their opponents.

The Zheng Family indeed took action, but those sent out ended up either being beaten up or unable to find anyone. If they’d known beforehand of the strength of the Saint Grace Canon Law School, they’d have acted sooner, not resorting to these hasty measures now. But no one expected these people, lurking in the Canon Law School day in and day out, to make such remarkable progress—it was indeed astonishing.

"Could it be the Second Prince’s intervention? Rising so rapidly seems impossible without powerful Secret Items. It might even involve using sealed items from the Holy Hall," Zheng Shengxun said, emitting a faint purple glow. Having consumed a Magic Potion, his body was recovering but struggled to return to a hundred percent. Time was still a bit tight.