Antihero In the Hero Academy: I Can Connect the Past Heroes-Chapter 103: One Man Army

Exactly four hours had passed.

Atlas had already made it through round 15. It would be much more accurate to say that he had almost made it through. Now, with only a few Desert Rats and Light Falcons left in front of him, he was sweating profusely and seriously struggling to breathe.

He had killed perhaps over a hundred Wyverns, encountered a young Savrit Spider, confronted a towering Arachne, slaughtered over two thousand Dark Elves, and killed nearly five thousand of the Snakes of the Blessed Mountains, who were just beginning the process of becoming dragons.

He was seriously exhausted. It was as if his very soul was begging him to stop. His whole body ached and all his muscles were close to giving up. He was in a very, very bad state.

Even the twins, who had cleared each round quickly, had never encountered so many Blessed Mountain Serpents.

On top of that, the fact that he was up against a young Savrit Spider that was just out of its infancy and had a very high intelligence made everything even worse.

He was covered in blood.

He hadn’t just fought with magic like the twins. He had fully mobilised every part of his body and used every muscle and nerve to its fullest.

Yet despite all this, he had managed not to deplete his mana and aura. After all, when he slaughtered the last few slow monsters in front of him, the real battle would begin. Atlas would have to fight against over 32000 monsters.

On top of that, he had unused abilities, things that could greatly increase his strength.

He could do it. He could be one of the few students in history who passed this exam with high grades. He could achieve the title of being the first first-year in history to achieve such a high score.

Atlas could have become someone who would never let his sister’s face fall to the ground and he should make her be respected by every single person in the world.

He had already achieved those statuses.

He was already a Duke and Cordelia’s student on top of that. On top of that, it was revealed that he could use every single colour of flame.

After all this, he was now very, very close to completing the 15th round of the exam.

He took a deep breath and tried to avoid each and every one of the Desert Rats’ spike attacks.

Unfortunately, he was unable to dodge all the attacks and two spikes hit his body.

One of these spikes had gone straight into his right arm, which he considered his strong arm, and came out the other side, while the other spike had only hit his leg, but had not pierced incredibly deep. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Atlas had never taken such a large amount of damage in each round he had fought so far.

Sometimes he had escaped and sometimes he had set a trap, but this was a completely different pain. He was clearly aware that the Desert Rats had poison in their attacks, which was what worried him the most.

He immediately took a few steps backwards. Without waiting, he removed the thorn, perhaps three centimetres in size, from his arm and immediately applied pressure on the nerve and vascular points to block the veins in his right arm to stop the bleeding.

This was indeed a much greater and worse pain than having his arm pierced, but at least it was a situation that would prevent him from dying and being thrown out of the exam for the time being.

Immediately after this, he naturally took his holy sword in his left hand and then removed the thorn stuck in his leg and kept his form.

Even at this moment, he wanted to continue fighting. It was really an incredible willpower.

With that, he charged forward again. As the pain in his leg almost disappeared with the adrenaline, his speed was able to enter a serious form and competence again, and Atlas killed each of the nine monsters in front of him at a really fast speed.

However, before he even had time to rest, the scene around him began to change.

It had darkened, the rain clouds had gathered, and it was impossible to see outside the arena without Constantine’s magic.

Atlas’s eyes were struggling to see anything at all. Yet he somehow managed to make out the huge horde of monsters coming towards him from far away.

Perhaps 31000 monsters were coming towards him from the ground, making the earth tremble with each step they took. And another 1000 or more flying.

Atlas took a deep breath. He lifted his head to the sky to feel the rain falling on his face, and while his wet hair was leaning against the back of his head, he began to look at the 32000-odd monsters coming towards him in the vast terrain.

There was a pack of wyverns, perhaps close to a thousand. There were more Moon Wolves, Sun Wolves, and even one of the most dangerous, the Twilight Wolf than he could count.

One could see why only a handful of students had ever passed this round in history.

Outside the arena, the spectators could not even manage to swallow. Something that could be seen as frightening even on a battlefield was advancing on a 15-year-old boy.

Everything was understandable, for the onlookers, no matter what was happening, there were only three things they could understand:

One man against an army.

A one-man army.

Against 32,000-odd monsters.

Cordelia’s blood began to boil. Involuntarily, the ancient woman began to radiate some of her mana aura around her. This alone caused every single person in the coliseum to stop breathing and some even fainted.

Bellatrix herself immediately formed a barrier around Cordelia and tried to protect those around her.

At that moment, Cordelia’s voice boomed through the arena, loud enough to reach Atlas’ ears:

"ATLAS!!!! SHOW ME ALL OF THE THINGS YOU HAVE GOT!!! DO NOT HIDE NOR DO NOT ESCAPE!!!"