Girls. They are weak and delicate.

Chapter 65: Girls. They are weak and delicate.

As Paul tugged a stick from the box, he looked down at the tip to see a small piece of paper wrapped around it like a flag with the number one on it.

'Looks like you're up first. Get on the stage and wait for your opponent.' Torsen said before looking over at the students who had also begun to pull out sticks for themselves. The first one to pull out a stick had a muscular build, and by the veins bulging on his hands, it was evident that he focused on physical strength.

The muscular student reached out and picked out a stick of his own, and when he pulled it out of the box, he looked up at Torsen to show him that he had gotten the number three.

"Okay, then get to the back of the line. You will be up last." Torsen said as it was now Micah's turn to pull out a stick, and as he did so, he showed off that he had gotten the number two. As soon as he showed his number, another one of the students pulled out a stick with the number two on it, leaving only Kalon and a thin-looking girl remaining as the only ones who hadn't picked a stick.

"Okay, then you are the last one up, so stand at the back and wait until it's your turn," Torsen said to Kalon before looking at the girl who also hadn't picked.

"And you are up right now. Go up and meet your opponent. I will announce when you can start." Torsen said to the girl as she would have pulled out a stick with the number one on it, leaving her as Paul's opponent. Paul took a few minutes to look around but as soon as he realised he was supposed to be fighting a girl he had a worried look on his face.

"Uhm, Excuse me, Mr Torsen? My father told me that I shouldn't fight against girls. They are weak and delicate, so I should protect them instead. Do you think that I can go up against someone else?" Paul shouted loudly so that he could be heard from the stage. Torsen looked straight at Paul with a serious expression without so much as looking up since he was so tall that he didn't need to.

"No, You will fight against the person who picks the same number as you. That is how we have been doing things here for the last five decades. When you are in a real-life and death battle, you won't get to pick your opponent, so this is to prepare you for the future." Torsen explained as the girl took a few steps forward and walked up the steps towards Paul.

Her feet stomped against the stone staircase with each step as she walked up to get ready for her fight. With each step, a feeling of uneasiness grew within Paul as she slowly approached him until she stopped only a few metres away from him.

Paul looked around once more at both Micah and Kalon, who didn't seem to care that he was fighting a girl but instead were eyeing up their opponents to better understand how they would need to fight against them to win. Because they both had no intention of just lasting for a minute, both Kalon and Micah wanted to show off their full strength.

Paul felt a little helpless since Kalon and Micah were looking elsewhere and not paying attention. It seemed as though they already knew who would win and didn't care about the outcome of his fight.

But he didn't have time to worry about what they thought since he was caught off guard as Torsen announced the start of the fight.

"Since you both are ready, then fight," Torsen said with a bored expression as if he was eager to get it over with. He seemed unimpressed when he looked at the three of them since they all looked small and skinny, especially Kalon, since he was slightly shorter than Paul and Micah, and his baggy clothes dwarfed his body and made him look thinner than he actually was.

As soon as Torsen announced that they could fight, the girl that Paul was up against rushed towards him before jumping up in the air as a glow of green light surrounded her body, as a strong wind began to gather below her, which carried her up into the sky. Paul seemed hesitant at first, but as he noticed that she was flying, he seemed to calm down a little.

"Oh, you're a caster? Well then. At least I don't have to worry about you hitting me with swords then." Paul said as a sinister-looking grin formed across his lips as a green light began to gather around his body as he too flew up into the sky.

Kalon turned his head to the side as he felt the wind gathering around the arena. As he did, he saw the two of them both standing on what looked to be pillars of wind that were spiralling around the stage.

'They're flying? I didn't think that was possible. How are they doing that?' Kalon thought to himself as it was his first time seeing someone use the wind to lift themselves from the ground. Using wind to fly was quite common among casters and especially people at the early stages of their cultivation since it was easier to travel like that. But it became useless as they got stronger since there were other ways for cultivators to fly, but Kalon had almost no knowledge of cultivation, so everything was a shock to him.

But as he watched on, he could see a clear difference in strength between Paul and the girl he was fighting against. Paul was having trouble dodging her attacks, and it seemed like it was difficult for him to fly, let alone try to attack while flying, so he just flew around in circles and tried his best not to be hit as the girl sent balls of fire in his direction.

'She just made fire out of the air!? What is this power?' Kalon asked himself yet again as he watched on. He knew that Roah was a caster and could create swords from her blood. But he never expected that people could create fire from nothing or fly on a cloud of wind.

He never bothered to ask Roah about casters since she told him that he would be best suited for being a guardian since he had already trained in swordsmanship. But after watching the two of them fight with abilities that Kalon never even dreamed about having, he felt a little bit jealous. He wanted that power too. But he wasn't sure how to go about learning it.

But he figured that someone at the school could probably teach him the basics at the very least. So he used that as motivation to go all out when it would be his turn to fight. He went back to studying the muscular boy who would be his opponent, but as soon as he did, the fight came to a stop as Paul dropped from the sky and hit the ground like a sack of potatoes falling from the back of a wagon.