Grand Warlock: My System Gave Me Infinite Classes

Talisa frowned slightly, as if she'd anticipated it. "You mean..."

"A slave duel," Cynthia declared proudly. "As a Sorceror candidate, I trust you won't shy away from this traditional show of strength?"

The crowd erupted with excitement. Slave duels were nothing new in the Order, but a high-profile showdown between two Wizard Reserve elites? That was a rare spectacle.

"Slave duels are a way for apprentices to demonstrate their training capabilities and command skills," Norris explained to Robb, eager to show off his knowledge.

"For reserve members, it's also a key path to earning merit points and climbing the rankings."

"Cynthia played this move well," he added. "If Talisa refuses, she'll be branded a coward and lose points. If she accepts, she's almost certain to lose, Cynthia's been raising that half-orc warrior for years."

Talisa remained silent for a moment, a flicker of emotion crossing her eyes. Then she pulled a pouch of magic crystal shards from her robes as the stake.

"Since Lady Cynthia has proposed resolving this with a duel, I'll follow the Order's tradition."

"Decisive." Cynthia smirked, her confidence absolute, and likewise produced a pouch of shards.

"Everyone present today will bear witness to the outcome."

Talisa turned and signaled to someone at the back of the crowd.

A small female servant stepped forward, leading a chained figure.

It was a leopard-woman huntress. Though taller than most human women, she stood just a little over 1.8 meters. Her body was covered in short, patterned fur, her muscles lean and taut with strength.

Her slit-pupiled eyes gleamed coldly in the light, sharp fangs peeking from between tight lips, and her long tail swayed cautiously behind her.

"Luna," Talisa said softly, unusually gentle, "today is the time to show your true worth. Remember our training, focus on the battle."

The leopard-woman nodded slightly, a deadly resolve in her eyes.

Talisa took out a small vial of deep red liquid, a bloodline activation potion, specially crafted for her by Robb.

"Drink it. Don't worry about side effects; I've improved the formula."

Luna downed the potion in one gulp, and immediately, her body began to change in stunning ways,

The markings on her skin started to glow, shifting from pale gold to a molten orange-red, as if embers coursed beneath her skin.

Her muscles tightened visibly, joints radiating a faint golden glow.

But the most shocking transformation was in her eyes, they became solid gold, glowing like miniature suns.

She took deep, measured breaths, adjusting to the surge of power within her.

Robb watched in awe.

He had crafted that potion, but he hadn't expected it to be this effective.

Clearly, the leopard-woman possessed an exceptionally pure bloodline, it was the only explanation for why the activation had been so complete.

Now, Luna's presence was utterly transformed, her aura oppressive enough to unsettle even seasoned apprentices.

"That must be… a complete bloodline awakening!" Norris exclaimed in disbelief to Robb.

"Only sovereign-class descendants of the leopardfolk are said to reach this level!"

Robb's mind flashed through his knowledge of beastfolk bloodline-based professions: Wild Huntress, Weapon Master, Heart-Eater Shaman, each tied to unique power systems and advancement paths.

Any one of them, at their peak, was said to rival full-fledged sorcerers.

What Luna displayed now was on the threshold of the Wild Huntress class.

And beastfolk had notoriously high profession ceilings. Legends told of "Sovereigns" capable of challenging grand sorcerers…

"If I can acquire the knowledge and training to tap into one of those professions…"

Robb thought to himself. "Maybe I could develop one as a secondary path. Still, sorcerer, knight, and alchemist remain my core priorities."

Seeing Luna's transformation, Cynthia merely sneered and waved to her own camp.

A hulking gray-robed servant stepped forward, dragging with him a terrifying half-orc warrior.

The beast stood over 2.5 meters tall, built like a mountain. His green-gray skin was marred by old battle scars. His lower jaw jutted forward with two massive tusks. His arms were as thick as tree trunks, and every muscle was chiseled like iron.

His deep-set eyes glowed with feral brutality beneath a heavy brow.

"Grush," Cynthia said, walking up to him and signaling for him to kneel.

She cupped his scarred face, her voice low and commanding:

"You will win for me today. Or else…"

She didn't finish the sentence, but the flicker of fear in the half-orc's eyes made the threat crystal clear.

Then, from her robes, she pulled a crimson glowing crystal shard and forced it into Grush's mouth.

"A Rage Crystal!" Norris gasped. "That's a banned combat stimulant!"

The half-orc swallowed the crystal, his throat bobbing.

His skin flushed with a blood-red glow. His muscles bulged further, and his expression twisted into something even more savage.

"That's basically cheating," Robb muttered, frowning. "No one's going to stop her?"

"In theory, it's banned. But many senior apprentices know how to skirt the rules," Norris sighed.

"As long as the stimulant isn't applied during the fight, and they're not caught red-handed, the duel rules allow pre-battle 'enhancements.' There's no clear restriction on types or potency."

He looked regretfully at the now-berserk half-orc, his power spiking out of control.

"Using a dose that strong this far in advance… Even if he wins, he won't survive long."

Meanwhile, Cynthia stepped into the arena and raised her voice:

"Per Order tradition, we shall resolve this dispute through a slave duel. The victor shall earn the rights to the stellar alchemy manuscript. As a formal match between two Sorcerer candidates, the result will also impact the rankings."