"Haha, this is too much fun, Yan Lingxuan!"

Gavi’s excitement surged as he watched Yan Lingxuan toy with Mond and the others. He was equally stunned by the magic array Yan had constructed—a fully three-dimensional Mobile Domain far superior to his own flat-plane version.

No jealousy flickered in him—only pure, burning challenge.

"Since this isn’t just a ‘Moving Track’ anymore," Yan declared seriously, naming his newly invented array, "I’ll call it the ‘Mobile Domain.’" He wore a smug grin, convinced the name radiated coolness.

"Step outside the array’s range."

Knowing Yan moved at supersonic speeds within the array, the five scrambled to escape its boundary. Yan didn’t stop them.

"Still fighting?" Yan asked with a faint smile. Instantly, the Mobile Domain expanded to a hundred-meter diameter.

The mana drain for such a three-dimensional array must be colossal. How much power did this body truly hold? His mental fortitude had to match it.

Seeing Yan’s relaxed smirk, the five bristled—they felt utterly underestimated.

A thirty-meter-wide magic array suddenly materialized above them. Gravity slammed them down onto the ground crisscrossed with Moving Tracks.

"Heh. Time to return the injuries you gave me earlier."

Before the words fully registered, Mond took Gavi’s fist to the chest. He flew ten meters backward, tumbling violently until he crashed into a tree trunk. Stars exploded in his vision; his ribs felt crushed—likely two or three broken. Breathing became agony.

His four companions retaliated instantly. Wind Blades, flames, and lightning filled the air—but none could touch Gavi’s phantom-like movements.

"Get out of the array!" Kevin yelled. Too late. He hadn’t even seen the strike before soaring into the sky, arcing beautifully, then slamming hard into the earth.

Gavi weaved through the tracks at supersonic speed. His armored body became a living missile—impact force beyond terrifying.

The clearing turned into a bowling alley. Only the pins were people. And the ball? Also human.

*Ugh…*

*Ah—!*

When Gavi finally stopped, Mond, Kevin, Baqiang, Hann, and Quincy lay sprawled on the ground, groaning.

"Hmph. Now you know Gavi’s strength!" Gavi cracked his knuckles with loud *pops*, sneering down at them. "Next time you see me, run."

Yan dissolved the Mobile Domain and approached Gavi. "They’re handled. So… shall we continue our fight?"

Gavi shot him a puzzled look, scowling. "Were you planning to lose on purpose earlier?"

Yan only smiled faintly. Truth was, halfway through their duel, his own competitive fire had ignited—he’d wanted to win. If Mond’s group hadn’t interrupted, the outcome might’ve been different.

Reading Yan’s expression, Gavi nodded sharply. "Fine. You win. For now. But I’ll challenge you again when I’m ready!"

Yan felt only annoyance at the rematch declaration. Winning always invited another fight. Refusing would cause more trouble. Still… he wouldn’t mind sparring with Gavi again. Rough and stubborn as he was, Gavi’s blunt, no-nonsense nature was refreshing. Easy to befriend.

"Seems it’s over. Wasted quite some time," Gavi remarked, though his grin betrayed genuine enjoyment. This magical duel taught more than any class—and revealed surprising talents.

*?*

Gavi stared blankly at Yan’s outstretched hand.

"Don’t we shake hands after a match ends?"

Gavi scratched his head. His dark face couldn’t flush, but he clasped Yan’s pale hand firmly—big, rough palm meeting slender fingers.

"Two fierce rivals, stripped bare in combat, now respecting each other. A true testament to friendship."

At Yu Xiaozhuo’s words, Yan yanked his hand back as if burned—*this feels like some gay thing!*

Gavi just beamed, flashing a row of startlingly white teeth.

*Damn you… I won’t let this go.*

Mond lay on the ground, glaring at them. He gathered mana in secret, weaving an Explosive Magic Array for a surprise attack. Then crushing gravity pinned him down—unable to twitch a finger.

Yan glanced at the immobilized Mond, then at the approaching figure. Silver hair gleamed unmistakably. *His* utterly adorable sister!

Bai Lingyue and Princess Sherlock arrived together.

"Lingyue! What brings you here?" Yan rushed to his sister like she was treasure, draping an arm over her smooth shoulders with showy pride—completely missing Princess Sherlock’s disgusted glare beside her.

Naturally, Princess Sherlock spoke first, ice in her voice: "Student Council business. Unauthorized dueling violates school rules. You nearly sparked a group brawl—punishable by short-term imprisonment."

Yan protested instantly: "Who said we were fighting? Gavi and I were just wrestling! That’s how real men build friendship, right, Gavi?"

"Right! Just wrestling! Long live friendship wrestling!" Gavi chimed in, flashing a blinding grin. The word "imprisonment" made him shudder.

Sherlock’s expression screamed: *Do you think I’m an idiot?*

"And them?" She pointed at Mond’s battered group.

"Yep! We came to wrestle too!" all five chorused.

Denials or not, punishment was inevitable. Sherlock processed even spectators Su Fangwen, Yu Xiaozhuo, and Gavi. The penalty, however, was mild: community service.

Hearing Gavi’s explanation—"just cleaning duties"—Yan relaxed.

Before leaving Maple Grove, Yan finally asked: "Why did you pick a fight with me, Gavi?"

Gavi mumbled for a long moment. "You’ve been… hanging around Afa lately. So I…" His voice dwindled to a whisper, his dark face somehow managing to look shy.

*Seriously?* the onlookers thought. *A musclehead shouldn’t act coy—it’s unbearable.*

"Simple," Gavi cut in smoothly. "You’ve been spending time with class rep Afa. Someone who likes her got jealous."

*Class rep Afa?* Yan wanted to scream冤枉. She’d only been helping him as a new transfer student per homeroom teacher Puxia’s request. Their conversations were strictly formal: *"Ask me anything, Yan," "Settling in okay?" "Need homework help?"*

To be clear: though Afa was undeniably gorgeous—even among the academy’s beauties—Yan, a devoted little-sister-loving otaku, remained faithful to his principles! …Though if Afa *did* confess, he probably wouldn’t refuse.

Shaking off the thought, Yan said earnestly: "It’s a misunderstanding. Afa and I are purely platonic. A beauty like her? Way out of my league."

"Obviously," Su Fangwen interjected coldly. "You’re just a shut-in, cross-dressing pervert, and thigh-high sock fetishist."

*How dare she!*

"Really?!" Gavi laughed, scratching his head furiously. His dark skin flushed crimson as he grinned like a fool.

*That awkward shyness… unbearable,* everyone silently agreed.