Last student Standing

As they stepped through the portal, Professor Smith wasted no time in calling for volunteers. Marcus, brimming with confidence, eagerly stepped forward, boasting of his prowess. He selected a commoner named Ethan as his opponent, a decision met with murmurs of anticipation from the gathered students.

The tension crackled in the air as Marcus and Ethan squared off, their swords gleaming in the simulated sunlight of the conjured village. Marcus's movements were swift and precise, each strike executed with the finesse of a seasoned swordsman. Ethan, though skilled in his own right, found himself on the defensive, struggling to keep pace with Marcus's relentless assault.

The clash of steel echoed through the village square as Marcus pressed his advantage, his attacks coming faster and more ferocious with each passing moment. Despite Ethan's valiant efforts to hold his ground, he soon found himself outmatched, his defenses crumbling under the relentless barrage of blows.

With a final, decisive strike, Marcus emerged victorious, his blade poised at Ethan's throat as the commoner yielded defeat. As Ethan disappeared from the training ground, Professor Smith's voice rang out, signaling the end of the duel.

"Well fought, Marcus," the professor declared, his tone measured yet approving. "But remember, victory in battle is only one aspect of mastery. True excellence lies in the balance of skill and discipline."

With that, Professor Smith motioned for the students to gather, his gaze sweeping over the assembled group with a knowing intensity. "Today's trials are far from over. Prepare yourselves, for the true test of prowess is yet to come. Only the last student standing will claim victory."