The sunlight at three o'clock in the afternoon was extremely glaring, shining directly on the side of the grandstand where Tiran was sitting, making it uncomfortably hot.

If it were any other time, Miss Tiran would definitely turn and leave—just kidding, there's nothing that would make her endure waiting for hours under the scorching sun, except for offline events related to the otaku circle.

Although she took a few minutes to buy a sunshade umbrella from a stall outside the arena, along with some popcorn and juice with ice cubes, it wasn't too difficult...

Anyway, with Tiran's ice attribute Chi, just a little bit of effort could lower the surrounding temperature by two or three degrees. And after restoring to the level of a great knight, this output was not a significant drain for Tiran.

Of course, Aya could achieve a similar effect with her ice-based magic, but when she released the ice mist spell from her magic, it would freeze ordinary people into ice sculptures. To control it to a level that was only pleasantly cool and release it continuously, it would be more exhausting than using a big magic spell.

As for the other two, their combat strength was decent, but unfortunately, attributes had nothing to do with combat strength.

"Ah... Hail to the miss, this kind of weather is a real blessing..." Aya let out a contented sigh, her expression looking extremely pleased.

"Mhm mhm, big sister is amazing!" Coco vigorously nodded her head.

"..." Little Angel didn't say anything, but she tried to lean towards the center of the sunshade, as if Tiran possessed a charm that could seize the lives of all living beings.

After putting the cup and popcorn bucket in her hand on the small folding table in front of her, Tiran covered her face and remained silent for a moment. "Although I'm very happy that you praise me, can you stop crowding in so close?!"

From the perspective of a bystander, Miss Tiran now appeared to be a winner in life, with an Elf princess behind her on the left and a Holy Rank Angel, as well as a dragon maid, clinging to her on the right. It was like the harem template of a male protagonist in an isekai world.

Even though the other two were just there to cling to Tiran, who was practically a walking ice bag.

However, even though Miss Tiran held the script of the harem protagonist of an isekai novel, deep down in her heart, she was undeniably an otaku. Honestly, after experiencing it herself, she deeply realized one thing:

The events of a protagonist building a harem in a novel did not exist for her. With her personality, even if she could casually make dirty jokes or innuendos, in reality, she might become shy just from being in a relationship, not to mention being embraced from both sides...

So right now, she just felt uncomfortable all over.

"Alright, fine! I'll expand the range of my cold aura a bit. Can you all stop crowding in so close?!"

In the end, unable to endure it any longer, she expanded the range of her aura to cover the entire area under the large sunshade, turning this three-meter-diameter space into an air-conditioned room.

A mobile air conditioner, that's what she became.

At this moment, the eagerly anticipated team finals of the Martial Arts Festival officially began. With the extended and solemn sound of the horn, the participating teams and the wild monsters from the field all appeared in the water on both sides, as rays of teleportation brought them in. The red and blue crystals generated by Magic on the high ground gradually rose.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back. Up next is the final battle of this Martial Arts Festival, Milt Academy vs. the Gai Xia Academy from the Eastern Continent."

"The players from both sides have entered the field, and the arena is undergoing final confirmation. The match will begin in two minutes."

The voice of the commentator echoed on the broadcast.

Instantly, the audience, including Tiran Aya, became alert and their spirits lifted.

"Oh, by the way, there's something I've been curious about." Aya suddenly reached out and poked Tiran's shoulder. "The tactics you were talking about in the locker room just now... Can they really win?"

"Most likely not."

"Oh..." Aya nodded, then turned her gaze back to the arena.

Wait a minute?

"What did you just say? Can't win?" Aya turned around in shock and looked at Tiran.

"Are you going around the world in a reflex arc?" Tiran scoffed.

"That's not the point, why would you tell them it's a sure win if it can't be won?"

Tiran scratched his nose. "Because it makes them happy?"

"... "

"Well, it's just to give them confidence, you know? If they go into the game with the same mentality as before, they won't have a chance of winning."

"But what you said actually makes sense."

"Speaking logically, even a newbie in iron gear can come up with some reasonable tactics if they think for a while. Saying it is one thing, using it is another." Tiran took a sip of juice, speaking with a serious tone.

"Although I did mention the lane assignments to them, it's hard to ensure that the opponents will follow our rhythm. They are the top academy in the East Continent, not some brainless villains from an anime."

"Moreover, even if the opponents do follow our rhythm, there's actually a major problem with my tactics."

Tiran looked somewhat embarrassed as he scratched his cheek. "If they perform normally, Torres will definitely get beaten by Zilan."

"Huh?"

...

The game on the field had already started, and the Magic puppets of both sides were fighting in all three lanes. The overhead view from outside the arena showed the movements of the ten players.

It seems Gailya has studied the map as well. Vice captain Moyi came directly to the mid lane, where the towers were closest and had the widest field of vision. They had already set up a Mechanism Array under their own tower.

The application of Mechanism Array is similar to magitech machines, using a special mineral in the East Continent as energy to quickly construct weapons for combat. Within the attack range, the Mechanism Array is an unstoppable output point. Coupled with the open terrain and wide field of vision in the mid lane, it is undoubtedly a very suitable occasion to showcase its capabilities.

Fortunately, Nancy, the Aurora mage responsible for the mid lane, is specifically tasked with taking hits. As soon as her Starlight Shield is activated, she can directly withstand the barrage of Mechanism Artillery. Although the pressure is a bit high, at least they can mutually wear each other down. For Milt, having Nancy endure one of the enemy's explosive output points is a net gain, considering her position as a support.

The situation in the bottom lane is currently optimistic as well. In a 2v2 battle, the combination of Joshua and Ruel is clearly stronger than Afu and the Warlock.

Although Afu is indeed formidable and talkative, after being slowed down by the Blizzard and colliding head-on with Ruel, who is both shielded and physically imposing, he gets disoriented. If it weren't for the timely support from the Warlock, who uses his puppetry to block Joshua's ice spear, Gailya would have lost a player right at the start.

But since they lost the initiative in the first clash, Milt's bottom duo quickly turned the tables and eliminated the enemy's minions, successfully pushing their own Magic puppets to the enemy tower, achieving suppression.

"Everything's going smoothly on the bottom lane, how about your side?" Seizing the opportunity when the wave of minions had exhausted itself and the next wave had not yet arrived, Joshua activated the miniature communication array attached to his collar.

He was in charge of commanding the team for these matches, and he needed to stay updated on their real-time situation.

"Well, Joshua senior, everything is fine on this end!" Nancy's voice came through.

"The jungle monsters are respawning, and I've placed my scouting ward in the dragon pit," McClen also reported good news.

So, everything was going smoothly in those three areas, leaving only the top lane...

Swoosh!

A piercing, tearing sound, followed by everyone inside and outside the arena witnessing a cloud of dust rising several meters high from the top lane.

...

"You see, it's exactly as I expected..."

Tiran in the audience let out a helpless sigh, "This guy is indeed quite strong, and he's not even that old. He's completely above Feilin's level, and even Feilin might not be able to win if they fought."

Having exchanged blows with Feilin, Aya knew the strength of that child as well. With the incomplete bloodline of the Fire Demon, his power fluctuated between the eighth and ninth levels. In addition, his attacks with the explosive flame bonus were definitely at the level of a ninth level. Even in the presence of third-order beings with an average strength of seven to eight levels, he was considered a monster.

As for Zhiran, judging from her attack power alone, she was definitely a stable ninth level. Moreover, her application of strength and mastery of skills were even more proficient. It was no wonder that they said Feilin might not win.

"Well, indeed, her attack power is stronger, and her damage calculations are more precise. She's far better than that little girl who just strikes randomly," Aya agreed.

"No, no, no, that's not important. The most important thing is... the cool factor! Although the violent girl wielding the lava scythe has a strong contrast and is visually stunning, I still prefer this kind of feeling."

Princess Lina's eyes gleamed as she stared at Zhiran, who had already completely suppressed Torres under the top lane tower in the Summoner's Rift.

In the previous individual matches, Zhiran always wore close-fitting armor and wielded a longsword. Facing weaker opponents, she would often send them flying out of the arena with a few strikes or render them powerless to continue. It wasn't until she faced Joshua and Petra later on that there were some changes.

One sword became two.

For a normal swordsman, dual-wielding swords might not necessarily be stronger than wielding a single sword, but it seemed to be the case for Zhiran. Tiran even had a feeling of watching a certain sword light brother using two swords simultaneously after watching her dual sword combat.

"The feeling of 'no one can stand before me when I draw my second sword'."

However, even that wasn't the limit for Zhiran.

In the top lane battle, whether it was because it was the final deciding match or for some other reason, Zhiran left no room for compromise.

After counting carefully, there were a total of nine swords: one foot stomping on a sword floating half a meter off the ground, while the remaining eight swords were arranged in combinations of two threes, taking turns attacking Torres. This left him unable to leave the tower, and each sword strike unleashed a sword energy that ravaged an area of over ten meters, consuming the durability of the defense tower frenziedly without even needing the wave of minions.

Although she was no longer as elegant with her armor, her jet-black hair flowing behind her exuded an ethereal aura as it swayed in the wind.

A swordswoman, or rather a sword immortal?

Princess Lina was shocked, thinking, "What the hell, I was promised a Western fantasy setting, and now you've brought in a sword immortal?"

So the sword light brother isn't the strongest after all...

Ordinary swordsman -> dual-wielding -> sword immortal?

Is this Pokémon Master we're playing, you bastard!