Reborn as the General's Useless Daughter-Chapter 334: The Tri-Academy Exchange Arc (Part-26)

On the academy’s side, Reesa and the others could no longer hide their excitement. Smiles spread across their faces as disbelief turned into exhilaration.

"Did you see that?" Reesa laughed brightly. "Didn’t he boast so loudly before? Now he’s already taking losses at Zora’s hands. That’s just too satisfying!"

Alaric Von Seraph watched Zora in silence, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

He had always known she was strong—but now he realized he had still underestimated her.

Fighting across realms sounded simple, yet in reality, only an extremely small number of people could truly achieve it. And with Zora, it seemed not only possible, but almost natural.

To forge such a solid foundation required an unimaginable amount of time and effort. Yet she had done it.

And that wasn’t all.

She was also a highly skilled alchemist, and her understanding of inscriptions was far from shallow.

When she had taken out those inscriptions before, a shocking thought had once crossed his mind—one he had never dared to voice.

Could it be... that Zora herself was the one who drew those inscriptions?

The thought alone was enough to make his heart tremble.

But even as it surfaced, he immediately dismissed it.

Some possibilities were simply too unbelievable to accept.

If this matter were placed on anyone else, Alaric Von Seraph would not hesitate to declare it impossible.

Yet, when the subject became Zora, even he could no longer give a definite answer.

When she had first arrived at the Imperial Academy, her strength was indeed outstanding, but she was still inferior to Raphael and him. She was a person whom they believed they needed to protect.

In such a short span of time, she had charged straight to the forefront, standing shoulder to shoulder with them. And then now, she stood way ahead of them.

This kind of growth could only be described as terrifying.

Even if it was due to an inheritance, even if luck played a role, luck itself was also a form of strength. At the very least, this was something he could never compare to.

Sebastian’s eyes also sparkled with uncontrollable delight. The reality of Zora had exceeded all expectations.

Even Gerrad, who had been worried before, quietly relaxed. Although Zora was young, every decision she made carried its own logic. Time and again, reality proved her right, leaving others with nothing but conviction.

In contrast, Cindral’s expression had turned increasingly ugly.

He had never imagined that Zora’s strength would reach such a level. If she won this match... then Thunderclap Academy’s situation would become extremely unfavorable.

Back on the stage, Ragnor Blackstar’s face darkened.

He had originally planned to crush Zora in a completely overwhelming manner, leaving her without the slightest chance to fight back. Yet reality had slapped him hard across the face.

"The warm-up is over," Ragnor Blackstar said coldly, his previous arrogance fading as seriousness crept into his eyes. "Now we get serious."

At this moment, he finally acknowledged Zora’s strength. She was not someone to be dealt with carelessly. If he remained careless, defeat was no longer impossible.

Such an outcome was absolutely unacceptable to him.

As his words fell, the expressions of the crowd shifted once more.

That level of intensity earlier had only been a test?

Then how terrifying would the real battle be?

Zora remained calm, her voice indifferent. "Fine. Let’s end this quickly."

She knew Ragnor Blackstar had not gone all out. Likewise, she herself had been holding back. What followed would be the true clash.

Ragnor Blackstar abruptly sheathed his weapon. The mana within his body surged violently, gathering toward his hands in an instant.

Everyone watched as his palms moved rapidly, forming a complex series of seals. With each motion, a suffocating pressure spread outward, chilling the air itself.

"Devil Suppressing Palm!"

Ragnor Blackstar roared.

In the horrified gazes of the crowd, a gigantic palm materialized in midair.

The palm was pale white, yet black veins crawled across it like living things, forming grotesque patterns. It radiated an overwhelming, sinister power that made hearts tremble.

Many spectators felt their scalps go numb.

This was a force that could truly threaten lives.

"Earth-rank martial art!"

Someone cried out in shock.

"The royal family’s signature killing technique! Its power is terrifying—there are records of royal Spirit Warriors using this palm to crush opponents outright!"

"To have mastered it to this extent... Ragnor Blackstar’s control is incredible."

"This is bad. No matter how strong Zora is, facing such a move is extremely dangerous."

Murmurs spread rapidly through the crowd.

The Leon Empire royal family’s foundation was not something ordinary academies could rival. Offending someone like Ragnor Blackstar was never a wise choice.

Back on the stage, the massive demonic palm hovered in the air, casting a shadow over Zora.

However, Zora showed not the slightest hint of panic or even nervousness.

Her figure remained steady as her hands began to move. Fingers turned and intertwined with astonishing speed, forming one intricate seal after another. The movements were fluid yet profound, so complex that they left the onlookers dizzy.

Just from the speed and precision of those hand seals, it was clear that the martial art Zora was preparing was anything but ordinary. The outcome of this battle was far from decided.

"Green Flame Holy Palm!"

As her voice rang out, a violent surge of energy erupted from her palms. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her brow, yet her gaze remained calm and resolute.

The crowd’s expressions shifted instantly. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

From Zora’s body, an energy fluctuation no weaker than Ragnor Blackstar’s Devil Suppressing Palm spread outward. Then, behind her, a massive palm condensed into form, engulfed in blazing cyan flames.

The green flames roared, and in an instant, the temperature around the martial platform skyrocketed. Spirit Warriors standing nearby felt waves of scorching heat and instinctively retreated.

It was obvious that Zora’s technique was also an Earth-rank martial art, and its grade was in no way inferior to Ragnor Blackstar’s.

Sensing the terrifying power of both techniques, the spectators closest to the stage hurriedly stepped back again. When these two attacks collided, the resulting energy would be catastrophic. Standing too close would invite disaster.

Only now did many people truly realize the vast difference between the innate realm and ordinary Spirit Warriors. The destructive power unleashed by Zora and Ragnor Blackstar was something normal Spirit Warriors could never hope to match.

Reesa’s eyes filled with worry. She had known Ragnor Blackstar was strong, but seeing this level of power with her own eyes was still shocking. Could Zora withstand it?

Alaric Von Seraph and the others were equally tense. At this level of combat, even they could no longer judge who held the advantage.

Ragnor Blackstar’s eyes flashed coldly. With a sharp swing of his arm, the enormous Devil Suppressing Palm slammed forward without hesitation.

"Die!"

Almost simultaneously, Zora pushed her palms out.

The Green Flame Holy Palm surged forth, colliding head-on with the raging demonic palm!

"BOOM!"

A thunderous explosion roared across the martial platform, as if it had descended from the heavens. Violent energy waves tore through the air, howling wildly.

Another deafening blast followed, shaking the ground itself.

White and cyan light exploded outward, sweeping across the sky in a terrifying storm, each force claiming half the heavens.

Below the stage, countless Spirit Warriors stared in stunned silence at the raging energy. The scene before them was nothing short of awe-inspiring.

Even Dravenor Blackstar and the others, who had remained composed until now, could not help but grow tense as they stared at the platform.

The entire venue fell deathly quiet.

Only the continuous explosions echoed through the air. Such a confrontation was rare even in past academy exchanges.

At this moment, no one knew who would emerge victorious.

Zora’s talent was monstrous. Ragnor Blackstar’s foundation was terrifying. And on top of that, Ragnor Blackstar’s cultivation was still one level higher.

The outcome of this clash hung in the balance.

When the white radiance and the cyan flames finally faded, the violent smoke slowly dispersed. What lay on the martial platform was revealed to everyone’s eyes.

The once solid stage had been torn apart.

At its center yawned a massive crater, its edges fractured and spreading outward in dense, spiderweb-like cracks. The stone had been utterly ravaged, as if crushed by a giant hand.

Ragnor Blackstar was still standing where he had been before.

But the sight was nothing like his former arrogance.