The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 434

Chapter 434: Match Outcome

Public opinion wavered between sheer terror, emotional damage, and the kind of awe you only feel after surviving a natural disaster.

But for two people, one observing guardian mecha and one system, their opinions were definitely the opposite.

To them, it was such a fruitful, beautiful battle.

The moment the spar began, no one spoke.

An S-class light mecha shot forward first.

It moved with terrifying grace, firing a precision artillery that shattered the floor behind Luca as he dodged it like he’d predicted it.

Because he really did.

Luca’s C-class medium mecha flowed.

It dipped, weaved, and spun—like water slipping past a blade as he zoomed around while avoiding Xavier, which was only possible because he could tell how much slower these shells were from the prince’s usual weapons.

To the onlookers, these supposed clunky mechas looked like they were dancing.

Even Instructor Falco leaned forward.

"What the hell..." he muttered.

Because generic mechas did not move like that, they weren’t supposed to be that flexible and definitely not that responsive.

And yet, here was Luca, defying every expectation.

Instructor Moore was so curious about what Luca did that he figured he’d have to ask about it once this horrifying class was over. Sure enough, there was much to learn, even from students. And even those from a totally different division.

From the sides, the other cadets were white-knuckling their controls just in case they needed to evacuate.

With that much firepower, would the training arena actually hold?

They sure hoped it would because this scandalous yet mesmerizing battle didn’t look far from over. In fact, Luca was just starting to use control weapons made to trap light mechas.

Only, his stun rounds were intercepted mid-air by Xavier’s precise cannon fire.

And it basically looked like an intense stalemate as they kept on throwing at each other from ungodly angles.

In all this, a faint curve tugged at the corner of Xavier’s lips, as he was fairly certain that his wife was enjoying this as he began to see creative uses of weapons to compensate for the disparity in quality.

He watched as Luca threw one mid-range blade mid-spin just to see if it could curve back with a magnetic pulse.

Unfortunately, it couldn’t. But no matter, his wife could probably make one that could.

Of course, Luca thought similarly, testing out as much of the arsenal he’s managed to "borrow" with wild abandon.

It’s been a great test, and he figured he’d enjoy looking at all the data they had managed to collect.

But for now, he needed to come up with a way to force Xavier’s hand, or his mecha’s nature would force him to quit first. Because no matter how well he calibrated it, this C-class mecha was not built to withstand prolonged combat with an S-class opponent.

So, he made a choice.

His mecha, which had clearly seen better days before facing the prince, surged forward, twin weapons firing in perfect sync—one angled high, the other low.

Xavier’s S-class unit dodged one. The other scraped past his shoulder, throwing up a new plume of debris.

Luca disappeared into it.

For a heartbeat, the entire arena held its breath.

"Where did he—" someone started.

But before the sentence could finish, the fog broke.

And there he was.

Luca had phased forward, cutting through the dust like a ghost. His mecha emerged straight in front of Xavier’s, blade raised overhead in a clean arc.

It wasn’t a wild swing.

It was surgical.

Precise.

Dangerous.

Xavier didn’t flinch. He snapped his arm up and deployed the integrated shield just in time.

CLANG!

The blade met metal.