Transferred to Another World and Became a Teacher-Chapter 137 - Cultural Festival 17 - Duel 1

I caught sight of Felter in the middle of the plaza, breaking rocks with his bare hands as a warm-up.

"I apologize. I am late."

I had used flight magic to jump over the crowd and landed in the plaza, apologizing to Felter. Perhaps they thought this was part of the presentation, as applause erupted from the audience.

Felter crushed a large rock with his fist and snorted.

"It's fine. It's just the right amount of time for a warm-up."

Felter said, and rotated one of his arms with a cracking sound.

At that moment, the crowd at the back of left of the plaza spontaneously parted, creating a path. A blonde man wearing light leather armour walked through the path.

"That's the spirit!"

A man who resembled Felter, with a ferocious grin, bared his teeth. It was Ramsay. Shaking his lion's mane-like hair, Ramsay came straight towards us.

In front of the crowd, I also saw Fiol in a white dress. Fiol was smiling in a troubled way, but did not seem to be trying to stop Ramsay’s duel.

At the sight of him, someone in the audience let out a surprised cry.

"It's Marquis Ramsay! The guardian of Bushmills has come!"

"Is this a joint presentation?"

Such whispers could be heard, but Ramsay didn't seem to hear them, and continued to laugh.

When he approached the centre of the plaza, Felter glared at Ramsay and clenched his fists. A palpable atmosphere of imminent conflict seemed to spread, and the audience quickly fell silent. When I looked around, I also spotted Middleton, Rhea, Grantz, Loretto, and Isaac in the audience. And for some reason, Diageo was looking at Felter and Ramsay with pity in his eyes.

After looking around at the audience, Ramsay opened his mouth.

"Everyone! From here on out, we will be holding my son’s presentation, who attends Fiddiq Academy! However, it would be boring to just show magic and be done with it! Therefore, I think we should have a mock battle from here! The content is simple! Can Felter Kean, an upperclassman of Fiddiq Academy, defeat this Ramsay Kean!? And, can the rumoured senior teacher, Aoi Konominato, defeat me!?"

Ramsay made his declaration in a booming voice. The audience was also caught up in it, and shouted "Ooh!" in excitement.

"...It's more like Ramsay-san's presentation than Felter-kun's presentation."

I pointed that out calmly, but Felter shook his head from side to side.

"That man doesn't listen to people. He just wants to fight anyway. For us, it would be a dream come true to be able to knock him down head-on."

"...You two are like-minded."

I sighed at Felter's words and stated my thoughts. However, Felter, who was full of fighting spirit, was also checking his movements by swinging his fists without listening to what I said.

Seeing this, the audience became even more excited. In response, Ramsay laughed and began to chant a magic spell.

It was a body enhancement magic. Moreover, it was completely specialized in speed. Not only physical abilities, but also reaction speed is greatly enhanced. I felt that the magic was structured with a very similar concept to the body enhancement magic I had imagined.

But, then Felter's body enhancement magic would also be a good match. I didn't have enough time to tell him about overall enhancement, but Felter could also use body enhancement magic that doesn't weaken.

"Would speed and power be good?"

"That's right. The opponent is completely specialized in speed. Even if you do similar enhancements, the opponent will be at a disadvantage because they have more experience. In that case, let's do body enhancement with the idea that if you hit, you win."

"Got it."

Felter nodded honestly at my words and began chanting.

Since he became my disciple, Felter and I have had many mock battles. I have also made some changes to his mostly self-taught, wild fighting style. Seeing and dodging, seeing and hitting. With such a fighting style, when an opponent surpasses you in ability, you would be easily defeated.

That's not how martial arts work. The Kendo that I had devoted myself to was the same, it exists so that the weak could defeat the strong.

The secret was not defeated by mere power or speed.

"Believe in yourself. The experience of fighting with me has definitely made you stronger."

When I told Felter that, looking into his eyes, he greatly raised the corner of his mouth and smiled.

"...Leave it to me."

Felter finished chanting and stepped forward, and Ramsay, who had been waiting for our preparations, grinned in return, baring his teeth.

"Shall we do this, brat?"

"I'll punch your face in, old man!"

The two of them exchanged insults, and then simultaneously clashed their fists together, raising a shout of fighting spirit.

As a signal, the two of them kicked off the ground and jumped out. At that speed, a murmur arose in the plaza. The two intersected at wind-like speed, then created distance again.

As the sounds of fists clashing and the sounds of kicking the ground rang out, I calmly analysed both their fighting strength. Ramsay was likely superior in speed. The power was, honestly, equal. Even though Felter’s muscle strength should have been enhanced by fifty percent with magic, he couldn't completely surpass Ramsay. It wasn't be that there was that much of a difference in pure muscle mass. Probably, Ramsay had enhanced his legs with body enhancement, and increased his destructive power with his step-in and centre of gravity shift.

In other words, Ramsay had high combat skills.

But, the general audience did not have such knowledge. They were simply in awe of the two's high-speed combat, and cheering.

Then, Ramsay, who had been closing the distance while keeping his distance, skillfully entered Felter's range, bent his elbow at a right angle, and unleashed a sharp right hook. Felter blocked Ramsay's attack, which was trying to hit the side of Felter’s face, with his shoulder.

However, the force of Ramsay’s attack, which had both his speed and weight behind it, caused Felter’s foot to slide on the ground, and his body was pushed sideways for about a meter or two. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"What's wrong, Felter! Are you finished already!?"

Ramsay berated Felter and ran in for a follow up. It was a smooth movement like a boxer who specialized in close combat.

However, Felter had experienced such situations dozens of times.

"You're being naive."

As I muttered that to no one in particular, Felter, as if he had received an instruction, opened his feet and reversed his body.

Instead of facing Ramsay head-on to counterattack, he angled his body diagonal to Ramsay, and took a step back to create distance.

Due to the unexpected movement, Ramsay's fist swung through the air, leaving him defenseless. Conversely, Felter was in the best position and distance to prepare his fist.

"Die!"

Felter gave a rather dangerous shout and extended his fist toward Ramsay’s face.

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