The Greatest Warrior of All Time Returns-Chapter 234

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Chapter 234

Despite being a newly admitted cadet, the sheer pressure of his presence quickly made him the center of attention.

Watching his retreating figure, the group of failing students approached Ludia.

The matter had technically ended without issue, but none of them looked pleased.

They had just seen him sneer at Ludia.

She was no stranger to contempt.

She had often faced scorn—whether because she was born a commoner or because her skills were lacking.

But the mockery Basara had just shown stirred an especially bitter and unbearable feeling.

“I’m going to train,”

Ludia muttered through clenched teeth, her face pale.

“I’m coming too.”

“If we’re done eating, we might as well get back to work.”

None of the failing students had been ordered, but all of them returned to the training ground without a single one slacking off.

“Professor. Please resume our training.”

“Why not rest a bit longer?”

“We want to become stronger.”

“You really think what you’re doing right now is helping you get stronger?”

They couldn’t answer my question.

Naturally.

They probably weren’t confident yet.

“With less than a month left, if this is what you’re doing... only a fool would believe in you.”

“That’s not true.”

“Really?”

They fell silent, unable to lie.

“But… you’re all we have left now, Professor.”

Their eyes revealed their frustration.

And desperation.

“Please help us.”

“Then what are you waiting for? Finish what you started.”

I said calmly.

“You may not be able to beat that brute in a month, but at least you can rattle him enough to make his heart skip a beat.”

That answer was enough for them.

“If you believe in that, keep going. If you still don’t think it’ll work, leave now. I’ll talk to Professor Rommel and arrange for you to learn from other more capable professors.”

Not a single one left.

All the cadets under my charge—including Melissa, though she wasn’t one of the failing students—were now here, except for the ten currently undergoing bizarre training in the clearing.

Melissa, of course, was never supposed to be placed in the failing group.

But once Professor Rommel found out I had been teaching her personally, he assigned her here for convenience.

Still, what she needed wasn’t combat skills, but theoretical knowledge.

So the moment she crossed over through the gate I created with summoning magic, she left to attend her theory classes.

Which made me wonder.

“Hey, don’t you guys have any classes to attend?”

“Our classes are currently frozen. Until the placement exam in a month, this is the only class we’re taking.”

At those words, I nodded half-heartedly.

They had stumbled multiple times during the first stages of training, but thanks to repeated practice, they were slowly becoming accustomed to this madness.

I wondered if they even realized that the areas they were weakest in were being addressed through this.

Probably not.

Even so, they continued to follow this bizarre class without protest.

Likely because of what I’d told them.

They may not win—but I would help them land a hit.

For mere failing students to land a hit on the legitimate successor of one of the 13 great houses?

It was a daunting task.

Even if all ten of them had charged him together before, they would have been instantly defeated.

The skill gap was simply too vast.

From birth, those nobles had the advantage of bloodlines, superior genetics, countless elixirs and support tools, and overwhelming mentors.

There was no way a normal person could catch up to that.

What’s more, from what I glimpsed through the shadow, that grandson of the Spear Saint family wasn’t the type to neglect hard work either.

Even if the world looks unfair, there’s a twisted sense of causality behind it all.

Speaking of which, there was supposed to be a sparring test for new cadets today before the placement exam.

I think they called it the first test.

It didn’t apply to Melissa or the failing students here, but the newly admitted cadets had to go through this first test and then the second one—the placement exam—to determine their rank.

As I stood up, Luna followed me.

“Professor, where are you going?”

“I’m going to check out the chicks who just arrived. While I’m gone, make sure you break through at least stage 4.”

“What does that mean…?”

“You’ll manage. Oh, and just in case—though I doubt anyone will pick a fight—if some crazy bastard shows up, don’t do anything rash. Just break this.”

I handed them a tool that made a loud sound when broken.

“If we break this, you’ll come?”

“I won’t. But just keep it in mind. At your level, you don’t need to know more than that.”

They said nothing more and focused on their work.

“But aren’t they our rivals? Wouldn’t it be good to check them out?”

“If you saw them now, your morale would be crushed. Better not to know.”

The placement exam isn’t determined by duels alone.

That’s just one part of the test.

It also evaluates one-on-one combat ability, group combat skills, adaptability, battlefield awareness, and even general knowledge.

This academy isn’t strictly a swordsmanship or magic academy, after all.

Combat isn’t the main focus.

Of course, in practical departments, whether sword or magic, skill does come first.

The location where the newbie cadets were about to spar wasn’t far from the training ground of the failing students.

But it seemed they hadn’t started the sparring yet, given the nature of the commotion.

“Ohhh! Young Lord Leon! It’s been a while!”

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As I entered the area, a few professors greeted me warmly.

They were professors who had met me during the Black Forest incident.

“Good to see you again, professors.”

“We didn’t expect Young Lord Leon to come here. We heard you accepted Professor Rommel’s request—how fortunate!”

They laughed heartily and welcomed me.

A stark contrast from when I had first arrived.

“But you’re here to watch the new cadet tests too?”

“Yes, I was curious.”

“Just in time! The assessments are about to begin. Come, there’s a good viewing spot upstairs.”

I followed the professors up to the second floor, where I saw a large indoor space filled with about a hundred cadets.

“Normally, this time of year only brings about 20 cadets. But this year’s turnout is something else.”

“Indeed. Two heirs of the 13 Great Houses, a successor candidate from the Great Forest, and even the rumored hidden disciple of the Archmage Luteon Abelgard are among them.”

Listening in on the professors' conversations provides quite a bit of diverse information.

Among them, there were currently four individuals who seemed to be the focus of the professors’ attention.

The first was the youngest son of the Hontail family, who had just been mentioned.

The second was Basara Krevad, grandson and disciple of the founder of the Krevad family — one of the Thirteen Great Houses, also known as the House of the Spear.

He, like the Hontail family, belonged to the Thirteen Great Houses and came from a prestigious magical bloodline.

The youngest son of the Hontail family head, Rubas Hontail, was said to be a 4th-circle mage aiming for the 5th circle.

The third was Lishia Hevilion, granddaughter of the head of the massive Gallion Alchemy School.

According to the professors, she was quite a talented golem master.

The golems she personally created were said to be top-class in strength and durability, even within the alchemy school.

And finally, there was Ashuria Abelgard — the hidden disciple of the grand mage Luteon Abelgard, a figure recognized by the entire continent.

Although not from a great house, the name [Luteon Abelgard] was familiar to anyone who had ever studied world history.

He was acknowledged as a grand mage even by many of the Magic Towers.

However, he was known for his indifference to worldly matters and had a personality that showed interest only in subjects he liked.

He hadn’t taken on any disciples during his decades of seclusion, so when the news broke that a girl claiming to be his disciple was suddenly enrolling at the Imperial Academy, it was only natural for the professors to be curious.

Of course, there was also Triana, said to be the successor of the Great Forest.

But her talents hadn’t been verified, and it was rumored she would be joining the academy a bit later due to the circumstances of the forest, so she had faded from the spotlight.

To be honest…

Compared to the three previously mentioned, Triana didn’t have any clearly outstanding qualities.

Her main focus was resonance with the World Tree — communion with the World Tree.

She wasn’t particularly skilled in combat, which might explain why she was once chased by a slave trader.

Of course, her status alone was so high that many sought connections with her — but that wasn’t my concern.

“Come to think of it, young lord. I heard Cadet Melissa recently achieved something impressive.”

“Yes, well, my younger sister isn't exactly lacking in talent.”

Even though I always pestered her, it still felt strangely good to hear others praise my family.

“You might be quite surprised. I taught her rather rigorously, you see.”

It might seem ridiculous that someone not even in their twenties is saying such things.

“Well, to be honest… those three prodigies over there aren’t as captivating as one might expect.”

“True enough… After all, we have an out-of-standard genius right here…”

Many of the professors had already seen traces of me through the video-recording artifacts they wore.

That was likely why they were reacting this way.

They were clearly curious not only about the strength shown in the footage — but about my true capabilities.

And soon, the professors’ gazes also turned to Luna, who was clinging closely to my side.

Perhaps overwhelmed by the crowd, Luna had pulled her robe over herself, hood drawn deep.

If she were moving around as usual in such a crowded place, she'd definitely attract attention.

Unlike me, Luna had once personally stood in the way to prevent academy professors from entering the forest.

“Come to think of it, Miss Luna is here as well. Hah… The future of the continent is something to look forward to.”

The professors chuckled, looking completely relaxed.

Soon after, academy administrative staff arrived with a large table and some strange devices.

The device had a slot just the size of a human hand.

“What’s that?”

“Ah, that’s a new measuring device developed by the Magic Tower. Whether it’s aura, mana, or various other energies, it can measure and quantify them all. Of course, mana quantity alone isn’t an absolute metric, but you can’t deny it’s essential for wielding power.”

Indeed.

The more aura one had, the more their body could be enhanced.

The more mana one possessed, the stronger and more numerous the spells they could cast.

Other elements needed to support it, of course, but energy was a fundamental base no one could deny.

Eventually, the admin staff began calling names one by one, and each person stepped forward, placed their hand on the device, and drew forth their mana.

Depending on the amount of mana, a corresponding rank would be displayed.

I did briefly hope someone with enormous mana might overload and explode the machine — but clearly, it was built in such a way that such an outcome was impossible.

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