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Chapter 175 S-Class
Ding! S-Class.
Silence.
A heavy, suffocating silence.
None of the five people who were guaranteed admission to the academy spoke. They did not expect it for a single second.
The instructor's eyebrow lifted, his expression shifting from mere observation to genuine intrigue.
He hadn't expected this either. It was mind-boggling.
From the previous evaluation, Azarel—the student standing before him—had been identified as an A-Grade talent. Getting an S-Class rating for physical strength was beyond exceptional.
And yet...
What truly caught his attention wasn't just the result. It was the method.
This wasn't the reckless, full-force swing of an amateur trying to brute force their way through the test. This was a planned execution. He had aimed for a weak point. Not the torso, not the arms—but the neck.
The instructor's lips twitched upward slightly.
'Interesting.'
The physical strength test wasn't just about raw power as he had said moments earlier, that was a lie to test the students' combat intelligence.
Who had the foresight to target critical areas? Who had the instincts to maximize damage rather than merely throwing their strongest punch?
That was why Arthur's strike had cracked the puppet.
His power alone may not have been higher than, Ash, the red hair—but his precision made it more deadly, generating an S-Class physical power attack. He had landed his strike where it mattered most.
His approach had turned raw strength into something far deadlier.
The red-haired student across from him exhaled slowly, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly.
He hadn't cared much about the others—his own power was already enough to place him leagues above them.
Arthur was slightly different. But still, in Ash's eyes, he wasn't worth enough to look at him with interest, or as a rival.
His punch had been stronger than Arthur's. Had Arthur struck the same way he did—straight to the stomach—he wouldn't have gotten S-Class in his eyes.
But he hadn't done that.
The red-haired student's eyebrow lifted momentarily, before he lowered it again in disinterest, arms crossed.
'He's slightly better than the rest. That's all.'
Arthur caught the glance but ignored it.@@@@
He rolled his wrist, flexing his fingers.
The instructor gave him one last glance before speaking.
The swirling sand compressed in an instant, crushing inward. The sheer force of it sent a shockwave rippling outward, a dull boom echoing through the training grounds.
Arthur felt the shift in mana. The way the sand twisted, coiled, then constricted like a crushing vice—
This was a kill technique.
The student's eyes were locked onto the puppet, determination burning in his gaze.
But then—
"Enough."
The instructor's voice cut through the air.
Three seconds had passed.
The student exhaled sharply, releasing his control.
The sand disintegrated, fading into scattered mana particles, leaving behind an untouched, unharmed puppet.
A moment of silence.
Then—
Ding!
[B-Class Attack Power]
The student straightened.
The result was good. Not outstanding, but respectable. His expression was calm, but Arthur could see the subtle relief in his stance.
"Well done," the instructor nodded. "You have achieved a B-Class ranking in both tests. That solidifies your placement in B-Class."
The student smiled. A B-Class ranking meant he would still be considered one of the elite among students.
"Don't be too excited. You must maintain your position in B-Rank throughout the year. Competition is fierce and you must keep up. If you fail to do that, then you will be demoted to C-Class and someone will take your place. The worst possible scenario is exclusion, so don't slack."
The student gulped slightly before nodding, the instructor's words made him worry instead of excited. But still, he was relieved that he had at least for now, made it into B-Class.
Arthur crossed his arms.
'Interesting skill.'
It was likely Uncommon-grade at best, but its potential was undeniable. A restraint-type ability that could immobilize opponents completely—if strengthened, it could become a lethal finishing move. Experience more tales on My Virtual Library Empire
But this was just the beginning.
The next student was already stepping forward.
Ding!
[C-Class Attack Power]