Immortal Cultivator of Wizard Academy

Chapter 23 Broken Pride

"I know you can't accept it, but it is true. In the early stage, spellcasters are not a combat-oriented profession, but more of a support and research profession. Only by being cautious and preserving your usefulness can you go further in the future."

Youmeng spoke slowly and changed the topic: "Going up further and entering the super stage, the situation will be much better. Although research-type casters may still not be able to match the warriors if they are not fully prepared. But normal super Spellcasters of all levels will have a certain advantage, and some spellcasters who are proficient in combat, such as demon hunters, spellbreakers, and necromancers, will have an absolute advantage..."

Youmu Tutor is sure of the fact that the caster is more powerful in the later stage.

The excited little wizards were whispering among themselves, and the classroom that was silent just now was filled with noisy sounds.

Youmu kept the smile on his face, not wanting to dampen everyone's enthusiasm.

How difficult is it to become a super level? Super level, looking at any big force, they are absolutely at the top.

The vast majority of so-called geniuses can only stay at the elite stage throughout their lives.

More than two hours passed before I knew it. The senior students have already left get out of class first.

Youmu deliberately delayed the class for a while, staggered the peak time for using the ladder, and emphasized the precautions in choosing a tutor in the classroom.

If you think you have good talent in a certain field, you can go directly to the office to find a tutor in the corresponding major for assessment.

If you fail the assessment, or if you plan to arrange your time freely in the future, you will be regarded as an apprentice under the crown of Gargamel by default.

Of course, it is not ruled out that tutors may directly invite promising students.

Noon, lunch break.

Most of the students in the Wizarding Branch go back to their dormitories, and a few choose to go out to eat on campus.

On the stone platform that was descending at a constant speed, the silver-haired Lolita smiled and teased the shota wizard: "Hey, cute boy, do you want to come to my house for dinner later?"

Tai'an's eyes squinted, staring at the hypocritical smile on Yin Yue's face: "Are we familiar?"

"A neighbor and a classmate again? Don't we know each other well?" the silver-haired Loli blinked and asked.

"I won't go." Tai'an responded coldly. No matter what Loli's plot was, he would not accept it.

"I invited your sister!" Yinyue grinned with her dimples.

Tai'an put away his carelessness and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I will not get involved in your women's affairs."

"Really! You and Sister Taiya go and explain!" Yin Yue snorted, and she was punished with a toast.

The cunning Loli has noticed Shota's weakness, and the already weak defense line is already crumbling...

Soldier Branch, in the center of the playground.

A group of young men holding wooden swords competed against each other for practice.

The dim sunshine was blocked by floating clouds, and the biting wind blew slightly.

In the cold spring, many people only wear a thin linen jacket.

No one retreated.

The difference between a warrior and a magic swordsman is that he lacks an inscribed weapon, and the difference from a knight is that he lacks a mount that can go on the battlefield. Civilian martial arts practitioners are in a tight situation and have scarce resources. The only way to get ahead is to constantly involuntarily compete with talent and willpower.

Gus easily parried his opponent's attack and adjusted his posture flexibly. For the sake of fairness, he did not release his fighting spirit to increase his body.

"Gus, I heard that you are going to become the retinue of the future lord of Blue Rose?" The freckle-faced brown-haired boy stood still panting.

"Yeah! I've thought about it..." Gus admitted frankly.

"I thought you were different from others, why did you choose to become a lackey of the nobles." The brown-haired boy asked in a sharp voice. "Nobles are not necessarily all bad people. My life was saved by Miss Taiya. I believe in her more than anything." Gus stated in a calm tone.

"You must think clearly, if you choose to be with the nobles, our republican group will no longer accept you." Anger burned in the eyes of the brown-haired boy: "For the sake of a woman, can you abandon your ideals?"

"A few years ago, Gus, who was full of ideals, died." Gus's expression flashed a little lonely, and his eyes turned firm.

The blades of the fine steel swords collided, sputtering out fire, conveying each other's emotions and thoughts.

After a fight, the brown-haired boy saw that he could not shake the opponent and let out a long breath: "Believe me, one day, you will regret it."

"I wish you success!" Gus sent a blessing and slowly put away his sword.

At noon, make an appointment to meet.

Taiya took the initiative to come over.

"Gus! Let's go together..."

"Oh..." The young man with thick eyebrows and a crew cut waved enthusiastically in response.

The departure of the two people attracted widespread attention and discussion.

"It's hard for a hero to be a beauty..." The friend who was usually close to me said in a tsk-tsk tone.

"Who would say no to a beautiful, powerful, kind-hearted noble lady?"

Shi Pan, a bald man who considers himself Gus's competitor and friend and the third seat in the warrior branch, clasped his hands and sighed.

"The Blue Rose family is very lucky. Gus's talent is far beyond the elite level. If he gets enough resources to cultivate him, he is likely to become a super-level person in the future." Professor Long En is very optimistic about this young man.

"Senior Gus..."

Behind every dazzling man, there is a group of little fans.

Gus is no exception. As the second seat of the branch, he often receives confessions from the opposite sex. However, he openly stated that he had his heart set on it and refused them all.

Guogui, a commoner girl, is one of Gus's admirers.

There are more than 50,000 soldiers in the Warrior Branch, and more than 10,000 of them are women. Although most of them are burly tomboys or have an ordinary tomboy appearance, there are a few who have a very good image.

For example, Preserved Fruit is a cute girl in the eyes of many people, a pure and cute type.

Of course, her best friend Aglaia is a real beauty, with looks comparable to the four beauties in the academy. Unfortunately, due to age and status, she has not been chosen yet.

The brown-haired girl stared intently at the burly female swordsman in front of her, her thin clothes soaked with sweat, showing off her beautiful youthful curves.

"I really don't understand. Why would you choose the difficult path of becoming a warrior when you could obviously choose a noble young master to marry?"

The square-faced female swordsman has a steady aura, and her whole body is covered with bulging muscles. She is far more than twice the weight of her opponent, and she has an absolute upper hand in terms of strength.

"Nothing else. Before I give up being an upright human being, I want to fight one more time." The young swordsman took a deep breath to relieve the burning pain in her lungs.

"Okay! Let me help you get rid of your unrealistic fantasies."

The square-faced swordswoman exploded with all her strength, and with just one blow, Aglaia, who tried to block it, flew backwards. Rolling over the dirt like a rag doll.

"Without resources, without talent, just through hard work, you are nothing."

(End of this chapter)