Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 87 "Mastery" Level Finger Stab
Ron walked past them, and the other party hurriedly stopped talking, glanced at him with a complicated expression, and then turned away and threw himself into their struggle for survival.

Coming to the next course, this time he arrived early and chose a seat near the front.

Before he could sit down properly, he heard the low voices of several apprentices in the back row.

"Look, that's him, the one who just performed so well in Master Eric's class."

A female apprentice with short hair deliberately raised her voice and looked at Mira with provocation in her eyes.

"Hmph, another so-called genius?" Another voice said with usual contempt: "Mira, it seems you have a new competitor, this time coming to take your place."

Mira's expression changed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure: "Everyone has his own path."

"Yes, it's like your path keeps going in circles." The short-haired female apprentice mocked:
"Didn't you say the same thing when Tracy came? Now look at her, and then look at you."

"Shut up!" Mira angrily retorted:

"Hasn't Tracy also left you several blocks behind? Look at what you've done with your upper fifth-class qualifications? Don't think I don't know how much you paid to get a half-finished zero-ring spell model?"

At this moment, the front door of the classroom opened and a middle-aged female senior apprentice walked in.

She was wearing a dark grey robe with purple edges and had a serious face, giving people the impression that she was not smiling.

"My name is Leah, and today I will be teaching you the 'Spiritual Stabilization Technique'."

Her voice was calm and powerful:
"The content of this course is more critical than optimizing your magic circuits, because the stability of your mental power directly affects the complexity of the spells you can master in the future."

The short-haired female apprentice's face darkened, but since the senior apprentice had arrived, she dared not say anything.

Ron found it a little funny. Even in a place like this, the conflicts among the apprentices' small circles, which were typical of adolescence, continued.

What made him feel even more ironic was that these people were clearly in danger, yet they were still fighting among themselves instead of banding together for warmth.

In class, Ron listened to the lectures attentively. The content of this course was indeed more important than the previous ones, as Leah said.

She explained in detail the principles of mental fluctuations, common destabilizing factors, and how to stabilize the mental field through specific techniques.

Like Eric, Leah also arranges for apprentices to practice on stage.

When she was about to randomly point out one, Ron volunteered to go to the podium without hesitation.

Following instructions, he attempted to construct a simple mental barrier to resist external interference.

This exercise was not easy for an average novice apprentice, but it was easy for Ron, who had already mastered part of the content of "The Whispers of the Star Eater".

[Mental Disturbance (Beginner) Experience +1]

"Nice performance, Padawan Ralph."

Leah's comment was more direct than Eric's. "You seem to have mastered some advanced meditation technique?"

Ron's heart tightened. He didn't expect his performance to be so obvious.

He quickly adjusted his mood: "Just some basic exercises, Lady Leia."

Leah didn't seem to want to ask any more questions. She just nodded and said, "Keep it up. You have the potential to enter the second course directly."

After the course, Ron gained more than he expected.

Not only did he gain experience points for his mind interference skills, but he also learned several practical techniques for stabilizing his mental power, which would be of great help to his subsequent meditation and spell practice.

Just as he was packing up his notes and preparing to leave, the skinny female apprentice came over:

"Hello, my name is Mira. You performed really well in class just now."

"Thanks, I just have the basics," Ron responded politely.

"I can see that." A complex emotion flashed in Mira's eyes:

"You remind me of Tracy. She was like this when she was in class. She always completed the instructor's requirements perfectly."

Her tone was filled with admiration and a hint of barely perceptible sadness:

"I entered the Black Mist Jungle three periods earlier than Tracy, but now, she is already a mid-level apprentice, while I... am still learning these basic courses over and over again."

Ron didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only say, "Everyone has their own path. Perhaps your strengths lie elsewhere."

Mira forced a smile:
"Thank you, but here, spiritual power and understanding are the real passes. Those with fifth-class qualifications, whether high or low, can only be peripheral personnel of the school. Unless..."

A group of apprentices suddenly gathered around, their expressions showing deliberate friendliness.

Mira glanced at the group of apprentices coming towards them, frowned slightly, and whispered to Ron, "Be careful of these people, they are not good people."

Then he left quickly.

"Hey, Ralph!" a tall apprentice greeted enthusiastically. "I'm Aaron. I just saw you in class. You were really good! How did you do it?"

Aaron was secretly delighted. This new apprentice seemed even better than his previous targets. Especially with the talent he displayed in class, he could definitely extract more value from him.

The wandering middle-level apprentices outside have become more and more picky about the "source of goods" recently, and they must find some better "prey".

The one last month was relatively easy to deal with, just an ordinary novice apprentice who was easily lured to the edge of the wilderness.

The school's law enforcement team seemed to be completely unconcerned about this, which made Aaron even more confident that his actions were safe.

Apprentices mysteriously disappear every month, who cares about a few more corpses?

Ron responded to Aaron's question out of politeness: "It's just a bit of luck, plus more practice."

"You're so modest!" Aaron patted Ron's shoulder enthusiastically, his strength so strong that it seemed deliberate, and a calculating look flashed in his eyes:
"A genius like you must have some special training methods, right? Could you share a few?"

The other apprentices in the classroom noticed that Aaron and his group were looking for targets again. A trace of fear flashed in many people's eyes, but no one spoke out a warning.

Some people even deliberately speeded up their packing, fearing that they would be caught up in it.

A thin apprentice wearing glasses lowered his head and walked towards the door. He exchanged a glance with his companion: "Another unlucky guy."

"He deserved to die. It's his own fault for his lack of foresight." His companion responded indifferently, without a trace of sympathy in his eyes. "Minding your own business is the key to longevity. That's the first lesson I learned in the Black Mist Jungle."

Ron calmly avoided the other party's overly close contact and felt the dangerous aura emanating from this group of people.

He knew something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was.

"Nothing special, just basic meditation techniques, the kind every apprentice knows."

"I heard you're working as an assistant in Mrs. Allen's herbal medicine shop?" A thin apprentice beside Aaron interrupted. "That old woman is notoriously tricky. To be favored by her, you must be very good at potions, right?"

"Just doing some odd jobs." Hearing the disrespect towards Mrs. Allen in the other party's words, Ron's tone began to become a little impatient:

"Organizing materials, cleaning utensils, that sort of thing, it's not really a proper apprenticeship."

Aaron's smile remained, but his eyes grew colder. "Why don't you join our gathering mission this week? We're in need of someone who knows potions. We'll split the profits equally, absolutely fair."

"Sorry, I'm preparing for the Potions Master certification exam soon, so I'm afraid I won't be able to spare much time." Ron declined politely.

"Potion Master Certification?" A hint of confusion flashed across Aaron's eyes, but then his enthusiasm returned.
"That's even better! This collection mission will allow you to gain some practical experience. Don't worry about the time, the mission can be completed in half a day at most."

This person obviously doesn't understand the value of the Potions Master certification.

Seeing this, several apprentices around also echoed it. They were all members of Aaron's small group, and each of them had blood on their hands.

The other apprentices in the classroom tried their best to turn a blind eye.

Another apprentice also came closer. "I heard that working in the herbal medicine shop pays well. You must have saved up a lot of magic stone fragments, right? You can invest more in equipment for this mission. The returns will definitely be higher."

Several apprentices around him gradually surrounded Ron, forming a semicircular encirclement.

Aaron saw that Ron was still unmoved and reached out to pull him back: "Listen, kid, don't be ungrateful--"

Before he finished speaking, a cold light flashed in Ron's eyes.

The heat from the Coronal Breathing Technique surged through his body, and the control over his body brought by the swordsmanship that was close to mastery produced amazing results at this moment.

His right index finger trembled slightly, but with amazing strength, it accurately poked the junction of Aaron's chest and abdomen.

That was the special power he had recently realized after practicing swordsmanship diligently. Perhaps it was a sign that he was not far from breaking through to the level of mastery.

At this moment, this special force is transmitted through the fingertips and reaches several inches into the opponent's body.

Aaron's movements came to an abrupt halt, his face turned pale in an instant, and he froze in place, as if frozen.

He could feel a strange force exploding from his chest and abdomen, directly shattering his breathing rhythm, making his chest burn with anger and unable to utter a word.

"I told you, I don't have time." Ron calmly withdrew his finger and glanced at the people around him: "I hope you can understand."

Just then, footsteps were heard in the corridor.

The apprentices surrounding Ron all turned their heads to look.

Leia had been standing at the door without her knowing, holding a few pieces of paper in her hands, as if she was coming back to get something.

She glanced at the scene here and frowned slightly.

"Lady Leah!" Aaron's companions' attitudes immediately changed 180 degrees, their voices filled with respect and fear: "We were just chatting with the new students."

Leah didn't respond, but just glanced at them calmly.

Just this one glance made Aaron's accomplices feel uneasy and they no longer had the arrogance they had just now.

I will not describe the content of the class in detail later.

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(End of this chapter)