Transmigrated into a villain, I personally tore apart the shackles of fate.

Chapter 175 Please Teach Me How to Fight

Sylvie was initially surprised by what she was seeing. Suddenly, a surge of magic appeared in the environment, and she saw blue and red magic colliding, a truly breathtaking sight.

The scene was like a natural disaster, and it was even difficult to describe in words.

"Calm down, don't make a sound."

However, his voice pulled her back to reality from her shock.

That's right.

She swallowed hard, trying to calm herself down.

'I cannot show weakness.'

She knew she had to become stronger, more resilient than before. Although she didn't know why, she instinctively felt the need to change.

This change began with her awakening. From the moment she awakened to that power, she knew the world would change, and a sense of urgency constantly weighed on her. She couldn't even sleep well because every time she fell asleep, she would dream of strange things.

"Serafina".

Hearing Irina's cold voice, she turned her gaze to the newcomer. It was a girl she didn't recognize; however, judging from Irina's inner emotions, it was clear that they had an unpleasant past.

Irina's anger and frustration were rising every second, and Sylvie could see that she was gradually turning into a volcano about to erupt.

But what's strange isn't Irina, but the girl in front of her.

“It’s quite a surprise to meet you here, Irina.” Serafina’s voice was as calm as ever, with a hint of coldness in it. “I was just discussing the strength of the Phoenix family heir with my team.”

Her words were clearly malicious and directed at Irina, but what matters is her inner emotions.

'She's enjoying it.'

With each word she spoke, her glee grew, as if she enjoyed teasing Irina. Beyond that, beneath her icy exterior, a simple gray emotion masked her inner feelings, suppressing them, much like someone else's.

"Ugh, this is such a hassle."

And that "someone" is now showing an impatient expression.

"Sylvie, are you ready?"

“What?” she asked, looking at his face. What had happened? They had already seen Serafina there.

However, her question was soon answered.

Clang!

A sudden clanging of metal echoed in the tense atmosphere, interrupting the verbal exchange between Serafina and Irina.

Sylvie's eyes widened as she followed the arrow's trajectory; it had been deflected precisely. The arrow fell to the ground, leaving a moment of silence.

During this brief pause, Sylvie's gaze turned to him beside her, the one who had skillfully intercepted the arrow.

His expression was focused, and the air around him seemed to ripple with a silent chill. His purple eyes were fixed on the surrounding trees, as if tracing the source of an arrow.

'There are others.' At that moment, everything became clear. Since Serafina was here, it meant she was with her team, and the team had at least three people.

'Then the other one...'

Clang!

Before she could think any further, another sound of blades clashing rang out. Dagger and sword collided, sparks flying.

This time, it was another student wielding a longsword.

Strangely, however, he easily repelled the swordsman within seconds. Then, he used this brief moment to pick up his bow and arrow and attack the archer who had initially attacked them.

'Wow.'

She was amazed. She couldn't be sure if the arrow had hit its mark, but she could feel the energy it contained.

Then, the sound of metal clashing continued, creating a chaotic symphony in the open space.

Sylvie watched the battle unfold; it was the first time she had witnessed real combat between students. She had seen battles against monsters before, but this was a completely new experience.

'Stimulate……'

For some reason, this excited her.

At first, the swordsman seemed to have the upper hand. The rapid exchanges put Morse on the defensive, and his movements became somewhat passive.

Sylvie's heart raced as she observed the fierce battle unfolding before her.

"Uh..." The swordsman was then knocked back, and a sense of defeat filled the air. His face was filled with determination and annoyance. Sylvie felt a strange mix of tension and excitement, unsure of what was happening before her eyes.

'Is he alright? I should be ready to help if needed.'

His dagger clashed with the swordsman's blade again, but this time he was forced back. It took a moment to switch back to the dagger, and Sylvie sensed that his stance was slightly imperfect.

'I need to get ready.'

Whoosh!

He parried and dodged nimbly. However, the swordsman seemed to be getting faster and faster, making it increasingly difficult for him to defend against the attacks.

"Heh... I thought you were really strong, but it seems I overestimated you."

The swordsman's words, laced with disdain, pierced the air, exposing a brief lapse in his defense.

How much do you know about him? What makes you judge him like that?

Strangely, she found herself resentful of the swordsman. She was annoyed by his blatant disrespect. As someone who had known from the beginning that he was struggling, she understood what he had been through.

"How stupid."

At that moment, a sentence echoed in her mind. The voice also sounded somewhat familiar.

'what? '

It was as if she could hear his innermost thoughts. As she focused more intently, Sylvie could see the struggle in his movements, but she also sensed an underlying confidence.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, he activated a skill, unleashing a burst of speed that caught the swordsman off guard. The situation instantly reversed, and Sylvie couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

Wow……

She watched his clean and efficient movements in a daze. She could see with her own eyes how he manipulated the magic within him. It was a novel and wondrous experience; what she saw was not overwhelming magic, but a skillful control within his body.

"Sylvie!"

However, at that very moment, his urgent call pulled her back to reality. Their eyes met, and Sylvie saw, beneath those purple eyes, a trust in her skills, tinged with a hint of impatience...

He needs me, and I must do my part.

"I'm...I'm sorry."

She understood his request and realized her importance in this battle.

'I need to concentrate; he's waiting for me.'

This might sound strange, but it was the first time in her life she had felt that someone depended on her. In the previous dungeons, although she had healed her teammates, she knew in her heart that they didn't really depend on her.

She seemed to be just a filler character in the team, and most of the time she appeared useless because of her fear of battle.

"I...I'll give it a try."

Her hands moved instinctively in the air, beginning to channel her magic. Her support abilities flowed from her, enveloping him in a faint light.

Whoosh!

When his opponent realized Sylvie's support role, a new power surged within him. His movements became more fluid and precise, freeing him from previous constraints.

'He's showing his full strength now.'

The clash of blades intensified, and Sylvie oscillated between anxiety and fascination. Every attack and parry tested his defense, and she found herself silently cheering him on.

'He's fast! Is he alright?'

The opponent's use of earth-based skills for defense added to the difficulty of the battle. Sylvie realized that this was not just a contest of brute force, but also a strategic game.

The situation has become dangerous.

As his opponent gathered his magic, Sylvie sensed an impending, earthquake-like attack. He reacted swiftly, leaping backward to barely avoid the powerful burst.

'His reaction was really quick.'

call!

After being propelled into the air by the powerful shockwave, he displayed acrobatic skills. Sylvie was amazed by his ability to move nimbly in the air, realizing that his training far exceeded standard combat techniques.

'He's amazing.'

Watching him move so gracefully, she felt a little cool. She even thought for a moment that he could participate in the Awakened Olympics.

However, in that moment of distraction, she made a critical mistake. She failed to notice the archer approaching from behind and was subsequently taken hostage.

"Put down your weapons, or your companions will be hurt," the archer threatened, forcing a smile.

'This is……'

The atmosphere grew more tense, but he remained calm and refused to grant the archer's request.

That's just his style.

Sylvie, who knew him well, knew that this was his way of dealing with things, which only made the situation stranger.

I won't warn you again.

At that moment, Sylvie felt a strange calm, however brief it was. The situation remained critical, but at least she was unharmed.

Just as the standoff reached its climax, Sylvie noticed a change in his expression. His eyes, initially filled with impatience, now sharpened with a hint of anger. He didn't seem angry at the archer, but at Sylvie, because she was the one who had changed the situation.

He's right...

It may have been a while, but she still remembers the advice he gave her at the beginning.

Despite her best efforts, she had been avoiding an important question. Her fear of pain was still holding her back, and she finally realized it.

Then, as if in an instant, she was saved by him. However, his last words deeply hurt her.

His words, "If no one is there to protect you, you're just a burden," echoed in her mind.

'burden.'

The word resonated deeply within her. It was a stark reminder of her vulnerability and the need to become stronger.

"If you are unwilling to face your weaknesses, then you should perhaps reconsider whether you want to stay at this college."

At that moment, a firm resolve ignited in Sylvie's heart.

If that's what you want, then I'll do it.

I will not be a burden.

With this determination, her gaze became intense as she looked directly at him.

......

"Please teach me how to fight."

These are the words she said in the classroom...