Ranked tenth, the Knight of the Iron Wall was the perfect match for Ciel.

Standing over two meters tall, clad in thick armor, he appeared three times larger than Ciel, exaggeratedly so.

He wielded a massive shield that could cover his entire body and held a large lance in the opposite hand. Block with the shield, thrust with the lance. It was a simple yet intricate technique. He lived up to his name as the Knight of the Iron Wall. He deliberately hid behind his shield while waiting for Ciel to approach.

However, he wasn’t actually an iron wall and was no match for Ciel. The battle itself didn't take long.

The sword-force that Ciel’s slender rapier emitted was sharp and swift, and with her dazzling swordsmanship, she literally "disassembled" her opponent.

No blood was shed. In an instant, dozens of precise attacks tore through the thick armor of her opponent like paper. Within a few minutes, Ciel's opponent was left only in his undergarments, wearing nothing but a helmet.

"White Rose!"

"Ciel Lionheart!"

The judges declared Ciel's victory. A crushing result. Dezra approached Ciel and handed her a sheath for her sword.

Ciel sheathed her weapon in front of everyone, then smiled and waved at the crowd before turning her back on her defeated opponent, after which Dezra opened the door for her.

Once again, a white carpet rolled out onto the ground. Ciel waited until the carpet reached her feet before waving goodbye to the audience with a beaming smile and exiting the arena.

"How long did that take?" Ciel asked.

"About 8 minutes and 43 seconds,” Dezra answered while following behind Ciel. "Adding the time for the post-match greetings, around 13 minutes?"

"It was supposed to be a meaningful match. Should I have stayed until the ten-minute mark? Maybe I should have waved for a bit longer to the fans.”

Despite maintaining...