Transmigrating as an Extra, But the Heroine Has Regressed?!-Chapter 332: Edwin’s strength!

Edwin raised his sword again.

"I haven’t."

And for the first time—

He didn’t rush.

He waited.

The two mages advanced cautiously, spacing themselves apart, forcing Edwin to split his attention.

Wind pressure gathered.

Earth mana shifted beneath the floor.

Edwin moved left, then right, blocking a sudden stone spike, parrying a blade of compressed air.

He countered with a precise slash—but the mage barely managed to dodge, his robe torn at the edge.

The second mage retaliated instantly, sending a wave of gravity distortion that slammed Edwin sideways.

Edwin crashed into the ground, rolling before regaining his footing.

Blood trickled from his lip.

"...Equal," Edwin thought.

(If I underestimate them now, I’ll lose.)

The two mages were breathing hard too.

Sweat dripped down their faces.

Mana reserves were dropping fast.

But their eyes burned with determination.

(Arcadia is always the top...) the first mage thought bitterly.

(But we won’t fall easily.)

The three of them stood facing each other.

Dust swirling.

Just skill, timing, and will.

The crowd had gone quiet.

This was no longer a spectacle.

This was a real fight.

The first mage—tall, sharp-eyed, wind and fire affinity—tightened his grip on his staff.

"...He’s slowing," he muttered.

The second mage—earth and gravity user—narrowed his eyes.

"Don’t rush," he replied. "He’s still dangerous."

Edwin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb and looked at them calmly.

"You’re right," he said. "I am slowing."

The first mage sneered.

"Then this ends now."

Mana surged violently from both mages at once.

They moved.

"Terrain Control—Collapse Zone!" the second mage roared.

The arena floor trembled violently as massive cracks spread outward from Edwin’s position.

Sections of stone sank, tilted, and rose unpredictably, turning the ground beneath his feet into a shifting battlefield.

At the same time—

"Cyclone Pressure!" the first mage shouted.

A roaring spiral of compressed wind descended from above, pinning Edwin in place, pressing down with crushing force while slicing at him from all sides.

Edwin felt his boots grind against stone.

His coat snapped violently in the wind.

(So this is their plan...)

(Limit my movement. Drain my stamina.)

He didn’t fight it immediately.

Instead, he closed his eyes.

The white-blue mana around his sword dimmed—then stabilized.

The crowd murmured in confusion.

"Why did his aura weaken?"

"Is he out of mana?"

The mages noticed it too.

The first mage’s eyes widened.

"Did we—?"

"Don’t assume," the second mage snapped. "Finish it!"

They poured everything they had into the spell.

The cyclone intensified.

Gravity increased.

The ground beneath Edwin began to crack apart.

Blood ran down his forearm where invisible blades cut into him.

But Edwin did not fall.

He opened his eyes.

And smiled faintly.

"...You forced me to think," he said. "Good."

He lifted his sword slowly.

Mana flowed—not explosively, but precisely.

.

"Ruin Form,"sword color soft white-blue glowing brighter than before.

He exhaled.

The world seemed to slow.

Not because time changed—

But because Edwin’s mind sharpened.

He stepped forward.

The cyclone shattered.

Wind pressure dispersed like mist.

The gravity field buckled.

The audience gasped as Edwin walked through the collapsing spells as if they were nothing more than heavy rain.

"How—?!" the first mage shouted.

Edwin didn’t answer.

He was already moving.

In a single fluid motion, he vanished from their sight.

The second mage felt it first.

A presence behind him.

He barely managed to turn—

"Valor Burst."

Edwin’s sword flashed.

A crescent of white-blue energy slammed into the second mage’s barrier, cracking it instantly.

The force sent him flying backward, crashing hard into the arena wall.

The barrier shattered.

The mage collapsed, coughing violently, blood spraying across the stone.

"...One," Edwin said quietly.

The first mage screamed in rage.

"You bastard!"

He raised his staff high, mana surging uncontrollably.

"I don’t care if I collapse—!"

"Solar Inferno!"

A massive sphere of compressed fire formed above the arena, radiating unbearable heat. The temperature skyrocketed, forcing spectators to shield their faces.

The barrier groaned under the strain.

Edwin looked up.

For the first time—

His expression turned serious.

"That spell," he said softly, "will cripple you."

"Shut up!" the mage screamed. "I’ll take you down with me!"

The fire sphere descended.

Edwin planted his feet.

Mana surged violently into his sword.

The white-blue glow intensified, intertwining with faint traces of crimson from the heat around him.

"Blazing Spiral."

He spun.

Fire and mana fused around the blade, forming a spiraling vortex that climbed upward like a dragon.

Edwin leapt.

Sword first.

The spiral collided with the descending inferno.

BOOOOOOM—!

The explosion shook the entire arena.

The sky above is distorted.

The barrier screamed as cracks spread across its surface.

When the light faded—

The fire sphere was gone.

So was the spiral.

Edwin landed heavily, one knee touching the ground, sword embedded into the stone to support himself.

His breathing was heavy now.

Mana flickered unsteadily around him.

Across the arena, the first mage stood frozen.

His staff slipped from his fingers.

"...You destroyed it," he whispered.

Edwin looked up slowly.

"Your control wavered," he said calmly. "Power alone isn’t enough."

The mage clenched his fists.

Tears mixed with sweat.

"Arcadia..." he muttered bitterly. "Arcadia is always the top..."

He raised his hands for one final spell.

Edwin was already moving.

He crossed the distance in an instant.

The flat of his blade struck the mage’s chest.

Thud.

The mage flew backward and collapsed, unconscious, skidding across the stone floor.

Edwin stood there, chest rising and falling, sword humming faintly as the last traces of mana faded.

The instructor stared for a long moment.

Then raised his hand.

"The match... is over."

"...Winner," he announced, voice echoing through the arena.

"Edwin of Arcadia Academy."

The crowd erupted.

Cheers thundered from every direction.

Some shouted Edwin’s name.

Others stared in disbelief.

"He beat three toppers..."

"Without killing intent..."

"That wasn’t brute force—it was mastery."

Edwin sheathed his sword slowly.

As he turned to leave the arena, one of the fallen mages stirred, barely conscious.

"...Hey," the mage whispered weakly.

Edwin paused.

"You’re strong," the mage said. "Stronger than we expected."

Edwin glanced back.

"So are you," he replied honestly. "Don’t stop."

The mage laughed faintly before passing out again.

Edwin walked out of the arena, ignoring the cheers, ignoring the praise.

His mind drifted elsewhere.

(Jin or Elysia...)

(If you were here...)

He clenched his fist slightly.

"...You’d probably say this was easy."

Far away.

Deep within the dungeon.

Kael raised his sword again.

Meanwhile at the Solo Dungeon.

Deep within the dungeon, far from the cheers of the academy and the echoes of applause.

Kael walked at the front, his footsteps steady against the damp stone floor.

The beast girl followed close behind, her senses sharp, ears twitching at every unfamiliar sound.

The air on this level was thick and stale, carrying the faint smell of blood and decay.

Faint blue crystals embedded in the walls provided just enough light to reveal broken pillars and collapsed corridors ahead.

"This area feels different," the beast girl said quietly, her voice low. "Low-level demons gather here in groups. They’re weak... but annoying."

Kael nodded.

"Numbers don’t matter if we don’t lose focus," he replied.

As if answering his words—

A shrill screech echoed from the darkness.

Several small demons crawled out from behind the rubble. Their bodies were thin and hunched, skin dark and leathery, eyes glowing a dull red.

Jagged claws scraped against the stone as they rushed forward without fear.

"Here they come," the beast girl muttered.

Kael stepped forward first.

The first demon leapt.

Kael’s sword flashed.

A clean slash severed its head mid-air, the body dissolving into black mist before it even touched the ground.

Two more came from the side.

Kael twisted his wrist, parrying one claw and driving his blade through the demon’s chest. Black blood splattered against the wall.

The beast girl moved.

She crouched low, muscles coiling, then sprang forward with explosive speed. Her claws extended, coated in faint dark mana.

"Haah!"

She slashed through a demon’s neck, then spun and kicked another straight into the stone pillar. The impact cracked the demon’s skull, and it dissolved instantly.

Kael glanced at her briefly.

"Good timing," he said.

She smiled shyly, ears twitching.

"I told you I wouldn’t slow you down."

More demons poured in from the corridor—ten, then twenty, shrieking as they swarmed.

"Back-to-back," Kael ordered.

They moved instinctively, standing shoulder to shoulder.

Kael handled the front, his sword precise and ruthless. Every strike was efficient—no wasted movement, no hesitation. Low-level demons fell in seconds, unable to break through his guard.

Behind him, the beast girl covered their rear. Her movements were wild compared to Kael’s discipline, but they were fast and lethal.

She used her agility, leaping, twisting, and tearing through enemies before they could surround them.

One demon managed to slip past Kael, lunging toward her back.

Kael felt it instantly.

He turned and threw his sword.

The blade spun through the air, piercing the demon’s head.

The beast girl froze for a heartbeat.

Then Kael’s hand shot out.

The sword flew back to his grip as if pulled by an invisible thread.

She stared at him in awe.

"That... was amazing," she said softly.

Kael shrugged.

"Focus."

The battle continued for several minutes.

Screeches echoed, claws shattered, bodies dissolved into mist.

Kael exhaled slowly and wiped his blade clean.

The beast girl leaned forward, hands on her knees, breathing a little heavier but smiling.

"That was fun," she said before quickly covering her mouth. "I mean—sorry."

Kael glanced at her.

"It’s fine," he replied. "Low-level demons are good practice."

She straightened.

"Thank you... for trusting me."

Kael looked ahead, deeper into the dungeon where darkness thickened once more.

"Just don’t let your guard down," he said. "This place won’t stay easy."