The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79: Chapter 79 : Arrogance and brilliance

The sky was clear, the sun high—perfect for a fight.

The time for the fifth duel came.

The air shimmered with tension as Alistar’s voice echoed across the training grounds.

"First-year student Elaria Moonshade Lareth’Thalas versus second-year Cedric Ashford."

A hush fell.

From the elven crowd, proud cheers rang out for Elaria.

Cedric received no applause—only disapproving whispers and outright scoffs.

Because of his face, which the elves deemed even beneath that of the humans.

"Beastkin? How crude."

"Letting that mongrel fight Lady Elaria?"

Cedric, standing tall and relaxed at the opposite end of the platform, simply smirked. His black hair ruffled in the breeze, yellow eyes gleaming.

The greatsword on his back glinted in the light.

"Begin!"

With a flick of her fingers, Elaria nocked an arrow infused with nature mana.

"Return to the earth from whence you came," she intoned, loosing the arrow.

It spiraled forward, growing thorns mid-air.

Cedric snorted.

"You gonna quote tree poetry all day, or actually fight me, junior?"

He casually batted the arrow aside with a burst of wind from his palm.

"Typical beastkin. No elegance, no honor—just brute force," Elaria snapped, already drawing her next shot.

"I don’t know whether to pity you or leash you."

Cedric bared his teeth in a grin.

"I’m already tamed, sweetheart. Just not by you."

Thwip! Thwip!

Two more arrows flew. One exploded into vines, the other carried a razor-thin edge of water mana.

Cedric dodged the first and let the second slice across his arm.

He looked down at the cut, unimpressed.

"You done tickling me?"

They clashed.

Elaria charged, drawing her rapier, the blade wreathed in flowing water and green light.

"Your kind has no place here, mutt!"

"My kind? You mean winners?

And one of them right now is gonna beat you to a pulp."

He stepped into her strike—earth mana flaring from under his feet, strengthening his stance.

Their blades met.

The clash sent a shockwave through the arena.

"You rely on brute strength—nothing more!" she hissed, slashing low.

Cedric sidestepped, retaliating with a knee to her stomach.

His knee connected, slamming into her midsection and knocking the wind out of her lungs.

"And you rely on smugness and leaf tricks," he shot back. "Guess we all have our thing."

Meanwhile...

Alex cupped his hands and yelled:

"Yes! Hit her again, right on that loud mouth of hers! Break her smug face, mr.fluffy eared senior!"

The elven crowd turned slowly, their stares like sharpened daggers.

Alex, realizing he was just slightly outnumbered—by 20 or 40—cleared his throat, pointed casually to the boy next to him and said:

"He said it."

Ethan, standing beside him still recovering, didn’t even blink—just turned his head with the weight of a hundred generations of noble disappointment.

"I hope big sis Alicia at least breaks that loud mouth of yours," he muttered.

Alex shuddred at the thought. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

The crowd’s attention quickly returned to the duel.

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Elaria was breathing harder now, her elegant movements starting to falter.

"You think just because you’re one rank stronger, that means you’re better?" she spat.

Cedric’s voice was calm—almost amused.

"No. I think I’m better because I’m beating the crap out of you."

He slammed his palm on the ground—an eruption of earth magic exploded beneath her feet, throwing her off-balance.

Thud!

She hit the ground, rolled, and barely blocked his follow-up slash.

"I won’t lose... to a mongrel! Not here!" she growled, vines and water lashing out in a final desperate strike.

But Cedric swung his greatsword in a full arc—the air split, tearing through her elemental attack.

CRACK!

The force knocked her off her feet, sending her skidding across the platform.

On her knees, coughing blood, she gripped the ground.

Her mana flickered like a dying ember.

Still—she raised her head, pride burning in her eyes.

"I... am a high elf, far superior to the likes of you. I will not yield..."

Cedric walked over, resting his massive blade against his shoulder.

"Then stay down with dignity."

She glared up at him, teeth clenched.

"...Bastard."

With one final attack Cedric knocked her out.

Then he chuckled.

"You fought well—for a spoiled elven princess who talks too much."

With that, Cedric walked away. The duel ended.

The elves hurriedly ran to support their princess.

Alistar watched the duel, arms folded behind his back. Alicia von Crestvale stood beside him, a half-smile playing on her lips.

"She’s talented," Alicia said, nodding toward the arena. "Quick, focused... good elemental control and weapon mastery."

Alistar gave a small nod.

"If she learns to temper her pride, she’ll go far."

Alicia smirked.

"Well, she is an elf."

Alistar exhaled faintly.

"Unfortunately, that explains a lot."

They both turned toward the platform. It was time for the next duel.

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Maria Lunehart vs. Phil Rhys

Class 1-A (First Year) vs. Class 2-A (Second Year)

Advance (Low)-Rank vs. Expert (Mid)-Rank

The arena shimmered under the radiance of holy light.

Maria Lunehart stepped forward, her hair flowing behind her like moonlight woven into silk.

In her hands, a slender staff gleamed, etched with the sigil of the Sacred Flame. As she entered the stage, she paused and bowed respectfully toward her opponent.

"Senior Phil," she said warmly, "it’s an honor to duel with you."

Phil, tall and sharp-eyed vampire, nodded with a rare flicker of amusement.

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