Reborn As Noble

Chapter 186 Battle of the Classes ( 186 )

The announcerʼs voice echoed through the stadium, amplified by magic, stirring the already energetic crowd into a frenzy.

”Now, for the moment youʼve all been waiting for!” the announcer boomed. ”Who will qualify for the next round!? Are you alllll readyyyyyyyy!?”

A deafening roar erupted from the commoner section, where spectators waved flags and cheered with unrestrained enthusiasm. Nobles in their reserved areas clapped politely, their excitement more subdued but just as expectant.

”Letʼs give them a warm round of applause as we announce the first match!” The announcer raised a hand, pausing for dramatic effect as the crowd leaned in with anticipation.

”JAVIER DE ARMAND...” The announcerʼs voice rang out, prompting murmurs and whispers from the audience. Many remembered his previous victory—and the ridiculous way he achieved it.

”VERSUSSSSS... THELI VON KLIMBERT !!”

The crowd reacted instantly, gasps and whispers filling the stadium as the next competitor confidently strode into the arena. The Klimbert son, a boy with striking features and finely crafted armor, waved to the audience with a smug grin.

At the Class F bench, Javier let out an exaggerated sigh, his head drooping slightly as he muttered, ”Haaa... here we go again... another boring event.”

Liana stood beside him, her expression calm but expectant. ”Young Master, itʼs your turn,” she said gently.

Javier stretched lazily, rubbing the back of his neck as he stood. ”Fine... letʼs get this over with,” he muttered, trudging toward the arena with a posture that suggested heʼd rather be anywhere else.

The Klimbert boy smirked as he sized up Javier, raising his voice for the audience to hear. ”Youʼre nothing but a disgrace to noble society, Armand. Iʼll show everyone here what a real noble can do!”

Javier stopped mid-step, scratching his head as he yawned loudly. ”Haaa... can we skip the speech and get this over with?”

The crowd erupted in laughter, while others gasped at Javierʼs open dismissal of his opponentʼs taunt.

The referee stepped forward, raising his hand. ”Both contestants, ready yourselves! The match will begin in three... two... one... begin!”

The Klimbert heir raised his hands dramatically, with mana crackling around him as he began his chant. ”I will burn you down, Armand brat!” he bellowed, his voice filled with righteous fury as he started casting a long and complicated spell. ”Oh great thunder of the heavens, gather and rain destruction upon my foe—”

Before he could finish, a mischievous grin spread across Javierʼs face. ”Ehehe...” he chuckled under his breath, his eyes glinting with mischief.

The crowd leaned in, expecting a counter-spell or a brilliant move, but instead, Javier casually walked toward the boy.

”What are you—” the boy stammered, his focus wavering slightly.

In one quick motion, Javier grabbed the waistband of the Klimbert heirʼs perfectly tailored pants and yanked them down to his knees.

The arena fell into stunned silence. The Klimbert boy let out a panicked yelp, scrambling to cover himself with both hands as his spell fizzled into harmless sparks. ”Wha—what are you doing!?” he cried, his face turning bright red.

”Heh, too slow,” Javier muttered with a cheeky grin.

As the Klimbert heir crouched awkwardly to fix his pants, Javier simply stood up straight and headbutted him right on the chin.

”Thunk!”

The impact sent the Klimbert boy sprawling backward, his legs flying into the air as he hit the ground with a loud thud. His eyes rolled back, and he lay motionless, completely unconscious, with a small bubble of drool forming at the corner of his mouth.

The referee stared, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. ”C-Class Fʼs Javier De Armand is the winner!” he finally declared, his voice filled with confusion.

The crowd exploded in laughter, mixed with gasps and cheers. The nobles looked on in stunned silence, while the commoners roared with delight at the absurdity of the situation.

Javier turned back toward the bench, his mischievous grin growing wider as he soaked in the chaos heʼd just caused. Ignoring the gasps, laughter, and horrified whispers from the crowd, he casually placed one hand on his waist and struck a smug pose.

With his free hand, he raised a cheeky peace sign toward the audience, his grin practically oozing confidence. ”Ehehe... too easy!” he said loud enough for nearby spectators to hear.

The crowd erupted into a mix of roaring laughter and incredulous gasps.

”Did he really just—?” one noble stammered, unable to believe what he had seen.

”Unbelievable...” muttered another.

In the commoner section, the audience cheered wildly, many unable to contain their amusement. ”That kidʼs a menace!” someone shouted, laughing uncontrollably.

Back at the Class F bench, Liana sighed, lightly covering her mouth to hide a small, exasperated smile. ”Young Master...” she murmured, shaking her head slightly.

Javier gave the crowd one last exaggerated bow before sauntering back toward the bench, his smug pose burned into the minds of everyone watching.

As he strolled back, he waved to the cheering crowd, his smug grin still plastered across his face. ”Settle down, fans, settle down... ehehehehe,” he teased, striking another playful pose before plopping onto the bench.

Liana, standing calmly beside him, let out a soft sigh. ”Young Master...” she said, her voice a mix of exasperation and amusement.

”What?” Javier replied, stretching as if he hadnʼt just turned the arena into a comedy show. ”That boy was too slow. If this were a real battlefield, heʼd already be done for,” he added with a cheeky grin. ”Ehehehe.”

Liana shook her head, her eyes twinkling despite her calm demeanor. ”You always find a way to do things your own way, donʼt you, Young Master?”

”Of course,” Javier said, leaning back comfortably. ”Well, this is real fun!”

The Battleground Event continued, with match after match electrifying the crowd. Cheers, gasps, and applause echoed through the stadium as the number of competitors steadily decreased.

By the time the smoke from the preliminary rounds cleared, only 45 students remained in the competition. The announcerʼs booming voice filled the arena, adding to the excitement.

”Ladies and gentlemen, what an incredible set of battles weʼve witnessed so far!” the announcer exclaimed, his energy igniting the already lively crowd. ”From the original 180 competitors, only 45 remain! These students are the best of the best in this yearʼs event!”

The crowd roared with excitement, the tension in the air palpable as spectators buzzed about the remaining students.

As expected, most of the qualified students were from Class A and Class B, their superior numbers and resources showing their dominance. The polished techniques and relentless spells of these classes kept the audience on the edge of their seats.

But amidst the celebrated representatives from the upper classes, there was one glaring exception.

”And let us not forget,” the announcer added, pausing for dramatic effect, ”the lone representative of Class F, Javier De Armand!”

The crowd erupted into a mix of reactions—cheers, laughter, and murmurs—at the mention of the ”delinquent noble.” His unorthodox methods and laid-back attitude had already made him the talk of the event.

In the Class F section, the instructor let out a heavy sigh, his nerves worn thin. ”I still donʼt know how we even got this far...” he muttered under his breath, watching as Javier lounged at the edge of the arena.

Javier, as usual, was unfazed by the attention. Lying back with his arms behind his head, he looked up at the sky with an indifferent expression. ”Haaa... so much noise,” he muttered. ”Are they really this excited about something so boring?”

Beside him, Liana remained composed, standing quietly with her hands folded in front of her. ”Young Master,” she said softly, ”youʼve made it this far. Will you continue to ʼnot tryʼ in the next round as well?”

”Ehehe,” Javier chuckled, glancing at her. ”Why fix whatʼs not broken?”

The announcerʼs voice rose again, pulling the crowdʼs attention back to the arena. ”With the remaining students, the next round will separate the true contenders from the rest! Who will rise to the challenge? Stay tuned!”

The audienceʼs cheers grew louder, their excitement reaching new heights as anticipation for the next set of battles began to build. Meanwhile, Javier yawned, settling in comfortably as the other competitors nervously prepared for what lay ahead.

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