CH 109

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Not long after, Rode arrived at the testing point.

Several instructors were reading his file.

"Absolute Clairvoyant, Sewer Adaptation, three fire seeds are 'Black Rice Bucket', 'Grass', and 'Instant Shot', all of which are the same type of fire seed."

"You have cleaned the entire Iron Cross district sewer alone, assisted in completing a major hunting mission, an escort mission, a doomsday cult cleaning mission, and killed doomsday cultists multiple times... You're quite impressive."

One instructor praised.

"Although your spiritual power level is only 2 and your spiritual power intensity is very low, based on your record, you are a natural fighter. Let us see your destructive ability."

"Do you see that target? Just attack it. Oh, don't use your spiritual power cannon, that's not a conventional method."

Rode was stunned for a moment. Not using the "Spiritual Power Trio"? I won't cause any harm.

In the vision of the Soul Eye, the target not far away was just a stagnant state of spiritual energy armor, without even a soul. "Soul Strike" couldn't be used either.

The spiritual gun could be used as a conventional weapon, but it would be a waste to use real silver bullets to shoot at the target, not to mention the expensive sealed spiritual bullets.

Rode could only afford to use the cheapest silver bullets, but their power was too weak, not even leaving a spark.

Rode had to give up the spiritual gun and use his fists to strike.

The instructors looked disappointed.

"Spiritual power modulation is slow, turbulent spiritual power should be strengthened from the inside out and expand the spiritual power field, so as to deliver the most powerful punches and reduce the damage to the opponent's hands caused by the reactive force."

"Inept skills, lack of understanding of principles, low intensity, slow reaction, no decent moves... Can someone like this enter the secret branch?"

"Maybe it's because he's not adapted to the environment here. His fire seed is said to only be able to exert combat power in the sewer. Don't forget, he is a complete clairvoyant and has a powerful spiritual power cannon fire seed."

"The adaptability of the spiritual power cannon is too narrow. Monsters won't negotiate with you to fight fairly in the sewer. As a combatant, there are significant flaws and it is not suitable for solo combat."

Under Rode's report, the item of solo combat was crossed out and accompanied by the phrase "very fragile, needs protection".

"Next."

Rode scratched his head and looked at the instructors' expressions. It seemed that his performance was not particularly good.

There was no way, he had never received any formal training other than shooting a pistol. The strengthening of turbulent spiritual power and the defense of stagnant spiritual power were all self-taught through practice.

He didn't use them much in normal times except for traveling, so it was normal to be unfamiliar with them.

The next one to come up was a red-haired girl, wearing a golden helmet and red armor, holding a red sword and round shield. She looked heroic and split Rode's motionless target in half with a single slash.

The three instructors praised in unison, "Truly worthy of being the golden shining Valkyrie."

Okay, she's really powerful.

Rode could only move on to the next testing point.

The second testing point was about speed. Rode and six other students had to run back and forth ten times on a fifty-yard track.

Rode had specifically trained his ability to escape, so he should be able to do this.

But when he started running, Rode realized the difference between professional and non-professional. Someone had already finished their first lap when he was doing his first turn.

"Beowood from Big Barley Village, highest speed of 125 yards per second, excellent acceleration, turning, and stopping."

The bear-like Beowood said in a rough voice, "This place is too flat, I'm not used to it. Rough mountainous terrain is the place for free running and jumping."

Rode was the last one to finish. The instructors seemed very impatient.

"Rode from Redstone Village, highest speed of 18 yards per second, slow acceleration, unstable pace, malfunctioning turns. Even non-fire wielders might be faster than you."

Rode didn't really care about the results. He came here with the purpose of absorbing the souls and ashes of powerful monsters as soon as possible to make the "Soul Firewood" and powerful "Soul Ashes".

But at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed.

Beowood patted his shoulder, "You're the guy who will receive the award with me. You eat too little, and also, stop going to the Red District to visit prostitutes, it's not good for your health."

Brother!

Can you not say such things in public? Can you use more tactful words?

And also, I didn't go at all! I don't even know what the Red District looks like!

Just as Rode was about to explain, suddenly a fat guy pointed at him and shouted, "Yes! It's you, the guy who slept with my daughter and didn't pay!"

"Nonsense!" Rode became anxious, "I don't even know you! I don't know what the Red District is!"

The fat guy sneered, "Stop pretending, everyone in the Red District knows your name, Dream Bull! Let me tell you, don't even think about coming again. We have already united to blacklist scum like you who sleep with girls everywhere and don't pay!"

Oh--

The onlookers let out a collective gasp, looking at Rode with a mixture of disdain, envy, jealousy, and various complex emotions.

This is fucking ridiculous.Rode couldn't explain even if he had a hundred mouths. Even if he said he had amnesia, wasn't it him who did those things before losing his memory?

No, I have to go for real a few times. After all, I've already taken on the title of Silver Demon. If I don't go for real a few times, won't I be at a loss?

There's a saying, when someone says you're a Silver Demon, it's best if you really are.

Hmph.

You forced me to do this, it's not voluntary. I am a righteous gentleman, not at all lecherous.

Rode faced countless gazes and arrived at the third testing point.

"Rode, we will test your ability as a complete clairvoyant. We will rely on the reports from the Mechanical Research Institute and your combat records for other abilities."

This was Rode's specialty. No matter what kind of misty crystal ball, he could see through it. Finally, he received the instructors' praise and even the surrounding gazes showed some respect.

"He really is a complete clairvoyant. I finally see a living one."

"I wonder if he can see through things?"

"Wow, really? Then won't he see through us?"

Fortunately, this misunderstanding was rebuked by someone who truly had knowledge.

Clairvoyance was called the second sight because it could see the existence of souls and the flow of energy. It had nothing to do with seeing through things.

Otherwise, Rode would have evolved from a Silver Demon into a creepy pervert. The former could still be understood to some extent, it was just human nature. If he slept with girls without paying, it meant he had a special ability, it was his skill. Many girls present still wanted to try it.

The latter would just be plain disgusting.

There was a long queue at the fourth testing point. This point tested combat abilities, and several instructors personally participated, simulating battles with the students.

Dean Vela of the First Division and the black-robed Kael were sitting here, showing the unparalleled importance of this test.

Many students waiting in line also cast their gazes here.

Currently on the field was Raisin. He held a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, launching fierce attacks from the front and defending from the back. He perfectly utilized his characteristics, smoothly turning and displaying skilled movements as he fought the instructors.

After one battle, the instructor gave his evaluation: a very mature melee fighter, perfect utilization of his characteristics, suitable for a front-line defensive position. His weakness was a lack of aggression and a single combat style. The instructor gave him a combat power score of 60.

Applause rang out around him. The next one to step forward was Aeg.

He transformed into a white smoke, shuttling back and forth in the air, constantly using the white smoke to block or assault the instructor, making him somewhat embarrassed.

After the battle ended, the instructor gave him a high score that no one else could surpass.

However, Vela and Kael still didn't show any special expressions. It wasn't until Rode stepped forward that they cast some interested gazes.

An instructor who looked like a hippo jumped in and said, "Attack me with all your strength. I won't attack frequently, but pay attention to my counterattacks."

It was only at this moment that Rode realized he seemed to have no means to use.

Summoning the illusion of the Grand Summoner and using Soul Ashes was naturally impossible. "Triple Harmony of Spirits" and "Soul Burst" couldn't be held back, and if they hit, he would die instantly.

He couldn't bear to use expensive bullets, and throwing thunderstones was obviously inappropriate.

What should he do?

Rode tried shooting a few times, but the silver bullets hit the instructor without leaving a trace.

There was no other way, Rode could only engage in close combat with him.

But the instructors were all experienced combat personnel, proficient in theory and practical combat. Rode's clumsy punch was instantly caught and he was thrown out.

Rode performed a half-air somersault three and a half times before landing on the ground with a thud.

In the end, the instructor gave him a score of 5, considering Rode's status as a complete clairvoyant.

A blonde girl burst into laughter.

The Red Bee from Qianhu Town sneered, "A loser with a combat power of only 5, is there a girl willing to sleep with you?"

A tall, long-haired girl's eyes sparkled, "They are support personnel, we should understand. They are not good at combat, we are enough for charging into battle."

Rode walked back as if nothing had happened.

This kind of test-oriented combat really didn't suit him. His abilities were either expensive or resulted in a life-or-death situation with a single strike. There was no room for trial moves.

He secretly decided to practice close combat and the use of psychic abilities.

Not to mention anything else, just Beowood's lightning-fast speed. If he encountered danger, he could still run away.

However, Dean Vela and Kael's gazes remained unchanged, as if they didn't mind his extremely low score.

The following tests were also unsatisfactory for Rode. In the end, after completing all of them, he unsurprisingly received the lowest score.

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"I actually became the last one."

Rode, feeling gloomy, took a hot shower in his assigned dormitory, changed into his specially made robe, and lay down on the bed.Of course, Rode wasn't upset about his grades, he was just worried that poor performance might affect his mission.

If the monsters he encountered were similar to those in the sewers, wouldn't all his efforts be in vain?

He might as well try his luck in the deeper parts of the sewer.

However, on second thought, those who could enter the hidden branches were indeed very strong, especially some special students. Their psychic power was generally above 10,000 carvings, and their psychic level was above 4 or 5. They excelled in combat, knowledge, and special abilities.

"They are the elites of the entire Thalorian."

Thinking about it this way, it seemed only natural. He had only been in the academy for less than two months, how could he surpass them?

"It would be great if I could blend into their team."

Rode thought silently, covering his hands with his sleeves, forming a lightning symbol, and entering the dream.

Today, no matter what, he planned to translate all the information related to the invasion.

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