*Chapter 32: Why Is Your Sausage So Thick?*

Too cruel, too violent, too bloody!

Thunder and Erik had already turned their heads away, unable to bear the sight. The second contestant from the Water Magic class tried to cast a spell at Beatrice, but every attempt was brutally interrupted by Sisi's relentless attacks. Not a single spell was released.

A magic shield can block elemental damage, and it can also stop physical harm. So even though the scene on stage looked explosive, with the Water contestant screaming for mercy, they hadn't suffered any real injuries.

At most, their fragile little heart was left with some unforgettable trauma.

The Level Two Electric Paralysis Net spell has a limited duration. When it wore off, another one was quickly cast.

The Water contestant thought victory was within reach—until Beatrice unleashed her second Paralysis Net. Their heart nearly sank.

The beating continued. The entire arena fell silent, awestruck by Beatrice's brutal artistry.

After several rounds of this, the Water contestant was a mess—hair disheveled, eyes glazed, looking like an innocent flower trampled by a thug.

"Big sis, just give me a quick death!" the Water contestant sobbed, snot and tears streaming down their face, pitifully staring at Beatrice.

A vicious bolt of lightning struck down, shattering the Water contestant's magic shield.

The queen of Thunder Magic let out a satisfied sigh, her face glowing like a man who'd had his way with a few wild women. She flicked her hand. "I'm done. Next!"

"Forfeit! I forfeit!" A voice echoed from the side. Everyone turned to see the last contestant from the Water Magic class fleeing in disgrace.

No one could stay calm under such a relentless storm of attacks. No one wanted to be trampled by Beatrice. Rather than lose face on stage, it was better to quit outright.

"Coward!" The crowd jeered.

One versus three! Beatrice, the top mage of the Magic Division, had single-handedly swept the opposing team. Erik and Thunder didn't even get a chance to step onto the stage.

With that, today's team matches were over. Unlike the individual matches, the team matches were scheduled over five days due to the ten magic classes. Today was only the second match. But for the next three days, the Thunder Magic class would have nothing to do as the remaining six classes drew lots to determine their matchups.

Thunder felt that Beatrice was emotionally unstable today. It was best not to provoke her. He quickly asked for leave from the instructor, claiming he needed to go home to meditate.

Behind him, Erik watched Thunder disappear into the distance, cursing him under his breath for abandoning his friend. Seeing Beatrice striding toward him like a blazing fireball, Erik quickly hid himself among the crowd.

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The next morning, when Thunder saw Beatrice again, she had already returned to her usual mischievous self. It was as if yesterday's conflict with Thunder never happened.

But Thunder noticed the crafty glint in her eyes. He knew she was plotting revenge.

Erik and Beatrice were munching on bread and sausages from the cafeteria. Thunder grabbed a sausage from Erik's hand and took a bite, glancing around. "Where's the instructor?"

"Over there, busy," Erik pointed. They saw Maria surrounded by several male teachers from the academy.

"The tension is thick," Thunder noted, seeing the smiles on the men's faces. He knew they were probably locked in a heated debate.

Maria could make men swoon wherever she went—it was a fact.

"Why is your sausage so big?" Beatrice suddenly asked, sipping milk and leaving a white mustache on her lips. "It's so long and thick."

Thunder nearly choked on the sausage, pounding his chest for half a minute before catching his breath.

"What's wrong?" Beatrice licked her lips innocently, puzzled.

Erik's face turned red. "What a disaster!"

"This isn't mine," Thunder hastily said, placing the sausage back into Erik's hand. He had been enjoying it until Beatrice made that comment.

"Today's the third round," Beatrice mumbled through bites of bread. "Do you think you'll make it?"

"How will I know if I don't try?" Thunder never thought these mages or warriors were stronger than him.

"Wanna bet again?" Beatrice grinned, her eyebrows curving upward. Thunder knew she was looking for payback.

"What are we betting on?"

"Same as yesterday. If you advance, I'll write another love letter and post it on the bulletin board. If you lose, you owe me a month's worth of laundry and snacks!"

"Deal!"

"I'll go get Instructor Maria to witness!" Erik loved chaos and secretly hoped Thunder and Beatrice would bet every day.

"Haha," Beatrice smirked triumphantly. "You thought you'd get a free pass today? There are twenty-six contestants in today's individual matches. Kid, let me tell you—old dogs still have tricks." With that, she stood on her tiptoes and patted Thunder's shoulder like an elder.

Soon, Maria arrived. She had been cornered by several men, but Erik came to the rescue, allowing Maria to escape.

"You two betting again?" Maria smiled, clearly in a good mood.

"Why not? This punk thinks he's strong enough to make it to the fourth round." Beatrice whipped out paper and pen, scribbling down the terms of the bet.

But Beatrice wasn't taking chances. Though it was unlikely for Thunder to get a free pass with twenty-six contestants, she added a clause just in case: "If Thunder advances without fighting due to opponents forfeiting or being unfit to compete, this contract is void."

Both signed their names, and Maria tucked the agreement safely into her pocket. "If either of you tries to back out, don't blame me for punishing you."

"Don't worry, I won't lose," Thunder and Beatrice locked eyes, grinning wickedly at each other.

Will Thunder survive Beatrice's wrath? Or will her cunning plan crush him in the arena?