“Are you sure that guy isn’t Lux in disguise?” One of the Five Overlords asked Nero and Gilmore who both had serious expressions on their faces.

The skinny teenager who wore a bamboo hat was one of the suspicious people that Nero had listed as a possible candidate for Lux’s hidden identity.

“I have double checked and that’s not him,” Nero replied with a frown.

Gilmore also nodded his head. “I also used an artifact just after the match ended, and it is certainly not him.” ᴡ ᴏᴠʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛʀs ᴀʀ ᴘᴜʙʟsʜᴅ ᴏ NovlFir.et

“Then could Lux possibly be that boar? Just looking at it irritates me.”

“Yeah! That boar deserves a good beating. I’ll make sure to turn him into a pork chop when we fight.”

Nero and Gilmore weren’t paying too much attention to the discussion as they’re still bothered that they couldn’t assess how strong the swordsman truly was.

Both of them were Grade A Disciples in the middle-ranks, so they had a hunch that the skinny teenager was about the same as them, making the other party a serious opponent that they couldn’t afford to ignore.

“He is in group B,” Nero said as he glanced at Gilmore. “If nothing unexpected happens, the two of you will be fighting each other at the final match of your division.”

Gilmore nodded. “I will watch his next matches in order to better understand his abilities.”

Deep inside, Nero was thankful that he wouldn’t be facing the skinny swordsman in his division. He was certain that the mysterious swordsman had the ability to force him to bring out his trump cards, which he only planned to use in the Final Match.

‘I’ll also better take a look at his matches later,’ Nero thought. ‘Right now, he is the biggest threat in the tournament, next to that chubby teenager.’

After their latest loss, the Elite Prodigies were no longer in the mood to discuss other things with each other. The only thing they wanted to do was to ensure that they would win their next fights in order to avoid becoming laughing stocks.

The high-ranking officials of the six kingdoms also took note of the mysterious swordsman and immediately launched an investigation. Right now, Lux’s and the skinny teenager’s backgrounds were being dug up, so the officials could better understand their identities.

The next three matches were also quite entertaining to watch. Gilmore, as well as two of the Five Overlords defeated their opponents without too much problem, leaving a decent impression on those who were watching the tournament.

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Meanwhile, somewhere in the Academy…

“Stop following me, you’re annoying,” the skinny teenager wearing a bamboo hat said to the Boar who was chatting beside him as if the two of them had known each other since they were kids.

“I will stop following you if you join the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen,” the Boar said. “If you join, I will become your sworn brother. With me by your side, you can walk unhindered anywhere.”

“I already said no. Stop being persistent.”

“Is that a Yes?”

,m “Are you deaf? I said no.”

“Yes, right? Great! Now you just need to sign this contract and we’re good to go.”

“… I’ll chop you.”

The Boar snorted and raised its chin arrogantly. “You dare to chop me? Fine. I will stand here. I dare you to chop me! Let’s see if you can live peacefully afterward!”

The skinny teenager was really tempted to slice the boar into pieces. If not for the fact that he would be disqualified from the tournament and become a wanted criminal, he would have done it already, even disposing the body as sneakily as possible.

“So, are you going to join?” the boar asked as it continued to walk beside the irritated teenager. “We have freebies as well. Do you know the legendary sword called Excalibur? I have it in my room. If you join, I’ll give it to you as a freebie.”

“Not interested,” the skinny teenager replied as calmly as he could. However, the trace of frustration and annoyance was clear in his voice.

He was nearing his limit, and if he didn’t get to his room soon, he was afraid that he would really throw caution into the wind and hack the annoying boar into pieces.

“Oh, then how about Gram? This sword also goes by the name Balmung. Are you interested?”

“No.”

“I also have Arondight, Durandal, Harpe, Kusanagi, Caliburn, and many other swords. I’ll give one of them to you for free if you join my group.”

“I said no!” The Skinny Teenager finally entered his room and slammed the door in the Boar’s face. He had done his best to prevent himself from using violence because his Master had told him that violence wouldn’t solve anything.

The skinny teenager signed in relief. Now that he had finally entered his sanctuary, he thought that the Boar would leave him alone.

Unfortunately for him, a knock on his door shattered this hope, which almost made him take out his sword from its sheath to hack the boar into pieces.

“Hello? What kind of sword do you want?” the Boar’s annoying voice, which resembled a persistent salesman, reached his ears as it continued to knock on his door. “Just name it, and I’ll give it to you. Have you heard of Caladbolg, Dainsleif, and Ascalon?

“If you join now, I’ll give you not one, not two, but three swords free of charge. I’m so generous, right? Do you want to join now? Hey! Are you there? Knock knock! Um… if you join within the next five minutes…”

On that day, one of the strongest competitors in the tournament conceded and joined the Boar’s League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, in fear that he would develop aneurysm if the Boar kept on knocking on his door until he was driven crazy.

The Boar left and happily hummed as it walked in the hallway after managing to add one more member to his group.

It was still doing its best to add Lux to its group, but the chubby teenager was someone who didn’t bat an eye, not scared of using violence against it, forcing the Boar to beg for forgiveness after receiving a one-sided beating and escape with its tail tucked between its legs.