I regressed and became the Sword Ice King-Chapter 165 - - Combat Training begins

On a sunny afternoon, the brilliant rays of sunlight suffused the atmosphere of the Honeric Academy in a comfortable and warm hue.

Its magnificence stretched to the classes, providing light and a comfortable environment for learning.

It was in this comfort that a total of eighteen figures stood around a large Sparing Arena, its structure of concrete stones, and magnificent architecture.

This was the Year One or Class One Sparring Ring. Its location is beside the Class One Dojo.

The Dojo was meant for indoor form and combat training but the Sparring Ring was meant for duels, challenges

Its texture was of smooth cement, and its structure exuded a foundation that would seem hard to break.

It was left untouched by the students and basked in the overflow beams of the Sun.

Surrounding the Sparring ring was a smooth green field.

An extension of the track field they had used during their race.

Lecturer Wisdom was currently standing in front of the Ring, while the students surrounded it.

They were all in training gear other than Lecturer Wisdom and were armed with their weapons of choice.

The training gear was a black body suit with a scale-like texture and applied buffs to help against severe damage.

It had red patterns on the sleeves and legs, all the way to its boots with metallic soles.

Raph stood at one end of the square-shaped Spareing Ring with Elsie.

He was currently holding a longsword, its shape similar to that of his double-edged katana, while Elsie was putting on metallic gauntlets with three sharp and stout spikes protruding out of the knuckles.

Raph had found her choice of weapon particular, but the fact that the weapon was made available seemed even more particular to him.

’I guess the Academy provides all.’ He thought when Lecturer Wisdom’s voice snapped him from his thoughts.

"We shall take a total of four duels on each practical, and I will list out the names of those that will be participating each day". He said, gaining their attention as he tapped the silver ring on his left index finger, and inserted his hand in a subspace that appeared a few inches away from it.

After a moment, he pulled out a scroll, opened it, and began to list their names.

"These are the students that will be participating. They will come forward, while the rest will take this as a lesson match for when they are called".

The students stood up straight in response, anticipation etched in their expressions, as they awaited the names to be called.

"Cricken Royce, Javier Wright, Marshall Lorientt, Ban Xen, Tiffany Rudia, Lucy Zachary, Felic Manhartten, and Raffaelo Jun".

As he listed their names, the students walked forward, tension growing within them while the others groaned in disappointment.

Elsie was particularly disappointed, but her attention quickly shifted to Raph when she heard his name being called.

She stared at him for a moment, as if she was battling with her thoughts until something snapped in her head.

She held him just as he was about to walk forward, her expression laced with worry.

’Raph doesn’t know the fighting stances yet’. She thought in realization.

Raph glanced at her, and his expression softened. "Are you worried? Don’t worry, this is just practice". He said, trying to appease the girl as he pulled his hand away from her.

He sighed and walked forward while the other students stepped backward, giving space to the chosen duelists.

Raph walked up next to Felic Manhartten, a boy with a tall stature and lean build. He had green hair, and emerald eyes that glistened with the sun’s light.

The boy slowly turned towards Raph, a welcoming smile on his face.

"You weren’t around last time right? I have a feeling these lecturers are out to get you". The boy said with a chuckle.

’This guy… isn’t he one of Jonny’s friends?’ Raph thought, ignoring his comment when they heard Lecturer Wisdom approach them.

"I will now begin by stating the rules," He said with a stern voice. It gave off the image of a general calling the attention of his subordinates when they were about to enter the battlefield; the feeling made Raph nostalgic for a bit.

Well, only for a bit.

"The rules are simple. One, the duel matchups will be determined by your level, and if your level surpasses that of the majority, then you will be made to suppress your abilities to that of your peers". He said, his gaze lingering on Raph, who simply didn’t bother to pay his gaze any attention.

After a moment, he continued. "Second, you win a duel when your opponent admits defeat or is knocked out from the Sparring Ring.

Thirdly. You are not allowed to use abilities, skills, fighting stances, or fighting techniques that differ from what you have learned from the previous lecture, and if you are caught doing so, you are automatically failed".

He took a moment to catch his breath and then continued. "This practice duel will add up to your Continuous Assessment. It will be calculated not just by winning but by your proficiency in the techniques I have taught and how you use them to win".

He then turned away from the group, and headed towards the Sparring Ring, walking up the stairway that led to it.

"Now, I will list out the duels that will take place accordingly".

He stood in the middle of the Sparring Ring, glancing at the students gathered.

His gaze locked with Raph’s, and a thought crossed his mind, causing a smile to form on his stern face. ’Oh, how wonderful would it be to show him his place’.

Raph was not in his previous class, and he was well aware of the reason and the cause, but that didn’t matter to him.

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’He has been acting up lately, especially with the club….this should help humble him’. He thought, then shifted his gaze away from Raph. ’best to serve him last’.

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"Ban Xen Vs Lucy Zachary".

The two students walked out, each portraying a different emotion.

Ban Xen, the dark-toned boy with dreadlocks, felt tension grow within him, and it caused him to physically shiver in fright of what was to come.

The other, Lucy Zachary, a level 22 Knight and a friend of Javier, felt remarkably calm and unperturbed by the situation.

Her gaze had lingered on Raph for a brief moment before she walked forward, and a thought crossed her mind. ’What a shame, I thought I would get a chance to put him down’.

It wasn’t just the Lecturer who was aware of his absence in his class, and whether the Lecturer knew about it didn’t matter to these students; no, they didn’t care either.

They had their agenda as well, and that too, was to put Raph down.

Raph, standing idly by in his position, calmly sighed, his gaze unperturbed the series of events about to unfold.

’Oh, so many unwanted enemies’ He thought as he closed his eyes.

"Prepare your stance!" Lecturer Wisdom said as he walked backward, away from the two students.

Ban Xen held out two short swords, his grip shaking as he stretched his right leg forward, and tightened the grip on the hilt of his daggers as he pulled his hands up in a boxing position.

The dagger on his right hand had its blade facing forward, while the other had its blade facing backward.

Lucy Zachary on the other, held out a Rapier, stretching her left hand forward, parallel to her rapier that was held proportional to her face. Her elbow was pulled backward and upwards so that her blade faced forward.

Her left hand opened to form a palm, and her legs spread apart.

"Let me remind you, the techniques you are to use are the Barbarian jabbing and shuffling technique, the Imperial Guard technique, and the Knight Dragon Footwork. If you understand, then Begin".

With his command, Lucy charged forward with a groan and burst of energy, and while she did so, Raph opened his eyes, a malevolent hue shimmering behind its cold nature.

’Let’s see how it goes’.