Reborn As An Extra : I'm gonna mess up everything

Easy Win For Both

The battle between Ethan and Corin had already begun, and despite the rules prohibiting magic or essence stones, the tension was real, as were the swords in their hands.

Corin let out a loud battle cry as he charged toward Ethan, his sword raised high for a powerful, straight slash. Yet, Ethan's calm expression didn't change, as if Corin's reckless aggression meant nothing to him.

With a subtle shift in his stance, Ethan barely exerted pressure on his feet, stepping aside just before Corin's blade could strike.

*Swish…*

The sword slashed downward, hitting the ground with a thud as Ethan dodged with such ease that it almost seemed like the sword itself had avoided him.

"OMG! He dodged it!" a student exclaimed, his voice bursting with excitement from the crowd.

Corin, now frustrated, gritted his teeth. "What the hell? Was that… footwork?" His thoughts raced, trying to comprehend how a commoner like Ethan could display such mastery. "No way, it must've been luck," he reassured himself as he gripped his sword even tighter, charging once again.

*Clang! Cling!*

Their swords clashed repeatedly, the sounds of metal ringing out as sparks flew. Each of Ethan's strikes was precise, efficient, as if he was playing with his opponent. The crowd noticed a strange difference — while Corin gripped his sword with both hands, sweat already beading on his forehead, Ethan was calmly holding his sword with only one hand, showing no signs of struggle.

"Why… why can't I see any openings?" Corin's thoughts spiraled in confusion. His strikes were growing wilder, more desperate, as he threw more force into every swing, but nothing worked. No matter how hard he pushed, Ethan met each attack effortlessly. Corin didn't know the truth—Ethan wasn't some commoner with no experience. In a previous life, Ethan had fought in countless battles. To him, Corin was still a child, fighting clumsily with no understanding of real combat.

Meanwhile, Ethan remained cool and composed, barely breaking a sweat, his eyes focused as he watched Corin unravel before him.

Corin, determined not to lose, tried a few more moves, but Ethan blocked every one with ease. Ethan didn't just rely on his sword either. He threw in a few well-placed kicks and punches, which caused Corin to bleed from the nose and lips. Soon, Corin found himself on his knees, panting heavily, completely worn out. Ethan was about to claim victory, certain Corin had lost.

But Corin wasn't done yet.

He decided to cheat, wth a burst of energy, he activated magic in his feet, increasing his speed drastically. In a last-ditch effort, Corin charged straight at Ethan, slashing his sword with everything he had. But what Corin didn't know was that Ethan had incredibly fast reflexes. In a split second, Ethan sidestepped the attack, barely dodging the fatal strike. However, the tip of Corin's sword managed to cut through Ethan's shirt.

The entire crowd gasped as Ethan's shirt tore, revealing his finely chiseled muscles underneath. His body wasn't overly large, but it was perfectly toned from years of hard work and training, with abs that seemed sculpted by a master. The sight of his muscles left the students wide-eyed in shock.

"Wow, look at those muscles!" one of the students exclaimed.

Even Sylvania and Violet, who had known Ethan for years, couldn't help but blush at the sight. Around the arena, several other students turned red with embarrassment and awe. One of them was Emma, Corin's girlfriend. Her eyes widened as she stared at Ethan, her face turning a deep shade of red.

"Wow… such refined muscles… and that handsome face…" she murmured to herself, realizing with a jolt that she was developing a crush on him.

But not everyone was impressed. Esdeath, sitting casually on the sidelines, crossed her arms and snorted. "Hmph, I've got better muscles," she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes at the attention Ethan was getting.

Back in the arena, Ethan, still focused on the battle and unaware of the crowd's reaction, took his chance. As soon as he dodged Corin's strike, he kicked him square in the face. Corin staggered, falling to the ground, and before he could get back up, Ethan pointed his sword directly at him, signaling the end of the fight.

The referee quickly stepped forward and raised his hand. "The winner is Ethan Rothslayer!"

The arena exploded with cheers, but Corin lay there, defeated and humiliated, while Ethan stood tall, calm as ever, completely unaware of the stir he had just caused, His reputation reaching heaven.

Without saying a word, Ethan left the arena, his expression calm and composed, as though the fight hadn't even fazed him. Behind him, Corin remained on the ground, his face twisted in rage. He clenched his fists, cursing inwardly, "Just you wait, Ethan. I'll kill you for humiliating me like this!" Every word dripped with anger and bitterness, his eyes burning with hatred as he glared at Ethan's retreating figure.

But Corin wasn't the only one furious. The students who had bet their money on him were equally upset, groaning in frustration. They had expected an easy win from the duke's son, and now their coins were slipping away.

Esdeath, on the other hand, smiled triumphantly. Standing up slowly, she extended her hand toward the students who were sulking nearby. "My money," she said, her tone light but commanding.

With reluctant sighs, the students handed her back the five silver coins she had bet, along with the extra winnings—an additional ten silver and sixteen bronze coins. The weight of the coins jingled in her palm, and a satisfied grin stretched across her face.

"Hehehe..."Esdeath chuckled softly, clearly pleased with her victory. Without saying anything more, she turned and left the arena, her footsteps light and confident.

Her destination was clear in her mind—her dorm room, where she planned to change her torn clothes. Her indifferent expression gave nothing away, but inside, her thoughts had already moved on to her next task.

"It's time to kill Eldon Karthanis."