Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 176 Next time, give him a suspension.

Aglaia accepted the even louder cheers with grace. From then on, she rose to fame, becoming a rising star in the eyes of students and instructors, and establishing herself as the top female student in the Warriors Division.

It all felt like an unreal dream.

Aglaia gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, suppressing her inner tension and excitement, and couldn't help but ask a question.

"Has no one else ever drunk a perfectly high-quality potion of life? Why am I the only one making such great progress?"

Perhaps only the young master of Tai'an can provide the answer.

The black-haired girl pursed her dry lips.

The third round of qualifying resulted in many byes, and Dorothy was fortunate enough to receive one of them.

Guts once again encountered students from the Warriors Division and easily won a round.

Keberville was defeated by Richard, the second-ranked player in the Cavaliers' school division.

The young knight riding a dragon-scaled warhorse defeated his opponent with a single charge.

According to Ginny, Richard's mount is more powerful than Richard himself; it would take at least an elite-level mount to deal with it.

Keberville's loss was not unjust.

"Xiao An, what rank are you aiming for?" Yin Yue rested her chin on Tai An's shoulder.

"I guess I'll just admit defeat when I run into someone I know!"

Tai'an lazily enjoyed the strawberries Dorothy fed him from behind. After his fiancée went to move, they started to act recklessly again. The boy grabbed the cold little hand resting on his stomach and slowly moved it away.

Fu blinked innocently, "Xiao An's skin is so nice."

"Don't touch me, or you'll become my mother!" Tai'an threatened, half-jokingly.

One sentence was enough to frighten the pink-haired little girl into cowering behind her sisters like a quail.

White clouds drifted by, obscuring the dazzling sunlight.

After a short break following the third round of ranking battles, the fourth round of ranking battles officially began.

In today's final round, the qualifiers will compete in tomorrow's round of 64.

Division 3

Tyrion from the Wizarding School faces Winston, a student from the Archers School.

Both are among the least popular departments in Violet Academy. There was once a suggestion to merge the Archer and Ranger departments, but that ultimately failed.

Compared to the Wizarding House, which projected an image of mystery and power, the Archer House became a haven for wealthy young men. Because they didn't have to fight on the front lines during their military service, their survival rate was much higher than other houses, even higher than the Wizarding House, which was also in the back ranks. This was because enemy experts and suicide squads were more likely to target spellcasters.

The two exchanged no words during their battle.

Winston deftly drew his arrow, pulled the bowstring, and aimed, but he was still a step too late.

Black Lightning has arrived!

He collapsed to the ground, smoking and with his eyes rolled back. Fortunately, the slime suit protected him from serious injury.

The battles in Tai'an have never been interesting. Three consecutive matches were decided in a single move, and one match didn't even involve fighting; the opponent's mount malfunctioned, causing him to forfeit.

"This kid's weird! That's strange!"

In the faculty and staff spectator stands, Night Butterfly murmured to herself.

"Send him a ban next time!" hope suddenly interrupted.

"Isn't that a bit much?" Night Butterfly turned around, puzzled.

"His existence will inflict indelible psychological trauma on many people. No matter how hard these top students and geniuses try, they can never reach the heights he has reached," hope stated resolutely.

"To have elite-level strength at such a young age!" Night Butterfly covered her mouth in surprise.

Clearly, her imagination was limited to this. At thirteen, reaching the elite level was already astonishing.

Thirteen years old, in the Holy Land…

hope looked up at the sky, drifting leisurely above the white clouds. The arrival of beings beyond human comprehension—did it mean that the coming era would be far more dangerous than the mythical age?

The great war continues to escalate in the Belland family territory.

A never-ending stream of abyssal creatures poured out of the demon gates. It never stopped, seemingly without end.

The dazzling light of the energy-gathering spell fell from the sky.

The grotesque, fleshy giant arm grasped the ball of light in its palm. As the energy exploded, everything within a hundred meters vaporized, leaving not even ashes.

After repeated testing, the Abyss Demons confirmed that the Energy Gathering Technique was definitely not a spell that could be withstood by the physical body.

The correct approach is to use high mobility to move within 100 meters of the explosion's center, or to exert influence before the energy-concentrating technique is formed.

"As far as I know, there is an even stronger forbidden spell above the Energy Gathering Technique: the Eternal Blazing Sun."

"Humanity is far more powerful than ever before, and I don't think direct invasion is a good idea."

"What is the lord's opinion?"

"Lord Mozank believes that we are currently in a vacuum of top-tier human power, and there has been no sign of divine beings on any continent for over a thousand years. As long as their displayed strength is not enough to make us wary, it will be time for a full-scale invasion."

The two demons hovered high in the sky, exchanging thoughts with each other.

The ground beneath our feet resembled a grinding millstone of flesh and blood. Smoke billowed everywhere, and the air reeked of sulfur.

Violet City, within the high walls of the royal palace.

The sleepless King Alfred sat on his throne, receiving the latest battle report from his attendants.

The war in the southern border continues to escalate, and the large amount of forces invested has not only failed to control the situation, but has instead caused the war to deteriorate further.

Several powerful Saint-level experts have already fallen.

The allied forces of the five noble families suffered losses exceeding two-thirds. The devastation was beyond description.

Currently, the vanguard forces of the kingdom's various factions are actively establishing defensive lines. No one dares to even consider a counterattack until more reinforcements arrive.

"Your Majesty, we have issued the highest-level red alert for invasion to all human nations," Chancellor Melo reported to Alfred, bowing.

"Very good. Describe the severity of the situation as specifically as possible, request more support, and what is the status of domestic mobilization?"

"The four ducal families each have two Saint-level experts in place. In addition, six marquis-level families from various regions have sent one Saint-level expert. The rest have pledged to donate supplies or send elite forces to reinforce the defenses..."

"I'd like to know the Blue Rose family's response?"

"Their reply was that the orc tribal alliance in the Northern Continent has been restless, and the high-level forces in their territories are scarce, so they are temporarily unable to mobilize manpower to support the Southern Territory."

Alfred slammed his hand on the armrest of the throne and rose up in a fit of rage.

"This is outrageous! They've taken so many benefits, yet they're not even willing to put in the slightest effort."

"Forgive my bluntness, Your Majesty. Those properties are, in the Blue Rose family's eyes, a rightful part of their wealth. We haven't actually paid any price; at most, we've shown goodwill," Prime Minister Melo stated. "The movement of Saint-level experts is something any family would be extremely cautious about. We should actively negotiate."

"Hurry up with Dorothy, I need to meet the Blue Rose boy as soon as possible," Alfred's voice boomed.

Violet Academy, Arena.

Dorothy faces off against Tristan, the Cavaliers' top scorer.

The crimson-scaled, two-legged dragon spread its wings and soared into the sky, unleashing a vicious blast of dark red dragon breath towards the ground.

A nearly adult bipedal wyvern is difficult for even elite-level warriors to deal with. In past ranking battles, the top student of the Knight Division often managed to maintain the first position for a long time thanks to their powerful mount.

(End of this chapter)