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The Greatest Warrior of All Time Returns-Chapter 236
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Chapter 236
The world thinks I’m naturally talented.
They could never know.
Just how many times I had to empty my body completely just to figure out each of the actions I made the failing cadets perform.
He went on about how hard the failing cadets had worked, listing every little detail.
He probably wasn’t even their assigned instructor.
To care this much… I couldn’t help but find it impressive.
I stayed silent, leaning back in my chair as I observed the hidden potential of the new cadets.
Overall, they seemed more than capable of being admitted to the academy.
Well, the ones who weren’t up to standard had probably been weeded out earlier anyway, so this result was only natural.
Still, there were quite a few cadets who already stood out with exceptional talent.
If they kept up the effort, some of them could definitely make a name for themselves.
Of course, that doesn’t mean they could ever compare to the current assistant instructors.
The combat professors, associate professors, and even their aides were all either well-known individuals or senior cadets nearing graduation from the academy.
Senior cadets—upperclassmen to these new recruits—had all entered the academy with a similar level of talent and had since undergone professional training.
Among them, those who had caught the professors’ attention and become aides were undoubtedly at a level far beyond what the new cadets could handle.
“Cadet Number 37, the test is over.”
“Haa… haa… I can still go!”
“No. The allotted time has ended. Please step down.”
“Damn it…”
All around, cadets voiced their frustration at not being able to show their full strength.
“Cadet Number 83. Excellent work. You have a promising future.”
“Thank you very much.”
Some of them received high praise for displaying remarkable abilities.
As I continued to watch the evaluations flow like water, Luna seemed bored and tugged on my collar with a yawn.
“Leon, this is getting boring.”
“Shall we head back?”
Honestly, I felt the same way.
I had come mainly to get a general sense of the cadets’ level, but nothing particularly noteworthy had shown up.
Just as I was about to get up—
Boom!!!
A deafening roar erupted as smoke billowed from one of the training arenas.
“Hm?”
The one who’d entered that arena was none other than the disciple of the Spear Saint—Basara Krevad.
The massive youth stood with a long, hefty spear befitting his size, catching his breath in short gasps with his head bowed slightly.
“Thank you for the match.”
“Damn… what a monster…”
The assistant instructor who had faced him muttered in disbelief from the ground.
Gasps of awe echoed throughout the area.
There probably weren’t many cadets currently enrolled who could match that level, so it was no surprise.
“Oh, this is a first. A cadet beating an instructor.”
Sure, instructors are human too and can get tired, but it didn’t seem like the outcome would’ve changed even if the aide had been in top shape.
It was an unusual scene—an evaluator losing to a cadet.
“My apologies, Professor.”
“No worries. You did well—go rest now.”
The instructor’s professor helped him down from the arena.
“Amazing. As expected of the Spear Saint’s disciple.”
“Thank you, Professor.”
“Given that you defeated an examiner, we’ll have to give you the highest score. There was no wasted movement, proper control of strength, and even efficient use of aura. Truly outstanding.”
Basara smiled at the praise.
“You flatter me, Professor.”
While the professor showered him with compliments, Luna offered a much colder evaluation.
“He’s skilled, but the biggest issue is how he hides his bad habits because he’s conscious of others’ eyes. Wasteful movements, aura control, strength allocation—still immature.”
“Now, now. Keep it down. That’s usually considered ‘good enough.’”
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Though I hushed her, it seemed Basara Krevad had heard her.
His eyes locked onto Luna.
Though she wore a hood low over her face, he seemed displeased, though he said nothing.
Afterward, a professor himself entered the arena and sparred with Basara.
Following several exchanges, the professor offered praise and Basara descended the platform.
Yet his expression seemed less than satisfied.
That look was likely aimed at Luna.
However, given the setting, he didn’t openly show any reaction.
Following that, the youngest son of the prestigious magic family Hontail also displayed impressive skills that shocked even the professor of magical studies.
All of the rookie prodigies attending the entrance exam today showed similar promise.
The youngest Hontail’s display of flame magic was particularly structured and clean—surprisingly so for someone his age.
Judging from the dynamic, the Krevad and Hontail families seemed to be rivals. If it came to a head-to-head, Rubas Hontail would probably have the upper hand.
Another standout among the rookies was Lishia Hevilion, granddaughter of the Gallion Alchemy School’s headmaster.
She crafted highly refined golems and used them effectively, earning high praise from the examining professor.
Her combat ability may not rival the other two, but as an alchemist—typically a support or utility class—that was expected.
I briefly recalled the promising youths I met near the border region from the Kingdom of Bata.
Compared to these cadets, they were clearly still a bit immature.
By the time nearly all the cadets had finished testing, the exam committee members began to gather, seemingly holding a meeting.
The professors near me had also moved to join them.
It appeared all the cadets had been tested—except one.
Now that I thought about it… one was missing.
A fellow first-year, yet someone already stronger than the professors.
Ashuria Abelgard, said to be the disciple of the reclusive archmage Luteon Abelgard, was nowhere to be seen.
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She had already overwhelmed the mana measurement phase, silently and instantly taking the top score.
Many were likely keeping a close eye on her.
With the most anticipated prodigy missing, a buzz of confusion rippled through the upperclassmen in the audience.
Then, just as the search seemed to intensify—
Someone approached us.
“Are you Lord Leon Cascadia, by chance?”
“Hm?”
I turned my head.
Towering over me was a large boy—none other than Basara Krevad, the Spear Saint’s disciple, who had just received a cold critique from Luna.
“I am Basara Krevad of the Krevad family.”
"Nice to meet you, Lord Krevad."
"Yes, I’ve heard bits and pieces about you, Lord Leon. That you earned merit in the Kraken subjugation, or that you held off holy knights from the Holy Kingdom alone."
He let out a small chuckle.
"Not to mention, I heard you saved many cadets at the academy."
"I was just lucky."
As I answered calmly, he extended his hand for a handshake.
When I grasped his hand in return, I could feel pressure gradually building from his grip.
Judging by the force in his grip, it was clear he had come after hearing Luna’s words.
Well, no one would feel good hearing harsh criticism when their confidence was at its peak.
Still, knowing what Luna said to him, I couldn’t help but feel slightly more provoked.
Even though he was clearly applying pressure, my hand didn’t budge an inch, and his expression twitched ever so slightly.
"Did you… hear what Luna said?"
"Oh, you call her Luna. I couldn’t greet her properly because of the hood."
"What did you feel from what I said?"
Luna looked up at him with a strangely cold gaze.
When her face, hidden under the hood, was revealed, Basara’s eyes widened momentarily.
"Ahem..."
"What did you feel?"
But Luna asked again, completely unfazed.
"What do you mean?"
"Exactly what I said. Your pride is eroding all your talent."
"What would you know…"
His expression twisted.
Looks like he was properly provoked.
Luna’s criticism wasn’t just saying he lacked something.
"I’ve been getting up early and wielding a spear every day. Do you really think someone who doesn’t even know me has the right to say that? More importantly, I don’t see why I should listen to someone weaker than me."
He frowned as if truly offended.
Of course, just like me, unless someone is a high elf or similar, it's hard to recognize Luna’s true strength.
Who would guess that such delicate arms hold the power to effortlessly uproot a great tree?
In the strange tension, the entrance of the dueling grounds grew noisy.
When I turned my head, I saw a girl entering with a yawn, wearing a large wizard hat over a mage’s robe.
She wore a cadet uniform in black, topped with a large, worn-out wizard’s hat.
Her hazelnut-colored hair flowed down her back, and her expression looked like she had no motivation left for anything in the world.
Looks like she had been hiding somewhere, sleeping.
Shuffling in lazily, she was guided to the dueling platform by the event staff.
Her combat abilities were to be assessed by one of the more skilled professors of magic.
After a short conversation, the professor stood still, letting her make the first move.
That’s when it happened.
Still yawning and rubbing her eyes, she suddenly raised her hand in an instant.
And then—
Boom!!!
Ignoring Basara, with whom Luna and I had been speaking, I rushed to the girl.
Standing beside her, I grabbed her arm, and Luna yanked back the neck of the magic professor, who had just begun drawing mana.
Crackle!
A brief, faint spark flew at the spot where the professor had just been.
I interfered with the intangible and colorless mana swirling around the girl, quickly breaking down its structure.
[Dispel]
Her mana resisted, but I managed to sever it without much difficulty, and because of that, her spell dissipated before fully forming.
That’s why the spark that fell near the professor's feet only flared faintly.
“Dispel? How did you…?”
Ashuria Abelgard, whose arm I held, looked up at me wide-eyed.
If I had been even a bit slower with the dispel, that professor would have died.
Judging by her expression, she didn’t even seem aware that her magic could be deadly.
Other professors, now sensing the mana residue that had overflowed from her, quickly stormed onto the dueling platform.
Without being told, the magic professors began forcibly calming the violently stirred traces of mana in the area.
Even if they were a bit late to react, professors are still professors.
In an instant, they realized just how dangerous the spell she was trying to cast had been.
“I don’t know how you usually train, but that could’ve killed someone if it hit.”
At my calm remark, she looked up at me with empty, lifeless eyes.
“That’s enough. The duel is over.”
The startled professor finally approached, having grasped the situation.
Most of the cadets began murmuring, confused by the sudden actions of Luna, myself, and the faculty.
But the professors simply escorted her out without further explanation.
Even as she was led away, Ashuria kept glancing between her own hand and me, as if she couldn’t understand what had just happened.
And then—I saw the stunned face of Basara, who had been talking with us just moments before.
“When did he get all the way over there?”
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