Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 192 Let them go back

The pressure of a real life-or-death battle is completely different from that of past training. It's like walking a tightrope between cliffs, where the slightest mistake could result in total destruction.

The ferocious rock demon launched its attacks relentlessly, each punch powerful enough to cause the weak to stiffen.

The pure white light and shadow left in mid-air shattered instantly.

The divine judgment, burning with pure white flames, slashed at the body of hellfire. Again and again, dozens of times, hundreds of times.

The flexibility trained by the Dance of Divinity unlocks all human movements, forming a set of instinctive movements that allow complete control over the body, approaching the combat domain of a Saint-level expert.

Aglaia has taken a step that countless people dream of by chance. Given the resources and time, a breakthrough will inevitably follow.

The mind goes blank, forgetting life and death. The body seems to develop self-awareness, instinctively dodging and counterattacking in the face of danger. The sword techniques, seamlessly integrated, instinctively strike vulnerable points.

The powerful Hellfire is a formidable opponent. The initial rustiness from breaking through to a higher level gradually disappears. The boosts from the thirteen construct components of the Heavenly Set bridge the gap of a previous stage. Physical attributes undergo another comprehensive transformation, reaching a whole new level.

The young swordswoman's dance became increasingly graceful and effortless, leaving all who witnessed it in awe.

How could a powerful demon, whom hundreds of people combined could not defeat, be at a disadvantage against Aglaia?

The divine judgment left behind various pure white arcs in mid-air as it was wielded. Its graceful, butterfly-like movements left behind streaks of condensed light.

The fierce battle continues.

The battered rock demon knew no fear. Aglaia's stamina was also waning. It was a contest of who could last the longest.

On the other side, the four hellfires that had descended into the camp had all been annihilated.

Even with the combined efforts of two powerful Saint-level experts, Salman, the Dean of the Warrior Division, and Vasily, the Dean of the Magic Swordsman Division, it still took considerable effort.

Hellfire's rocky body, comparable to steel, has no weaknesses and cannot be killed in one blow; it can only be slowly worn down and eventually destroyed.

"These broken rocks are really hard!"

"There's still one left to deal with..."

"Someone actually dared to challenge you one-on-one; that's quite courageous. Is she an instructor from your academy?"

"Didn't you watch this month's ranking battle? She's Aglaia, a third-year student from our Warrior Division, and the champion of this ranking battle, breaking the record for the earliest breakthrough to the Elite stage."

"How could he just be a third-year student!"

The two deans exchanged glances and set off towards the edge of Aglaia's camp.

As the chaotic situation gradually stabilized, more and more people began to watch the battle.

"Aglaia!" the instructor murmured absently, clutching her dislocated shoulder.

The severely injured teacher, Long En, has fallen into a coma, and a school doctor is urgently trying to save him, but his chances of survival are slim.

A group of powerful demons, whom the teachers had tried their best to defeat, were about to face their demise.

The green fel flames covering his entire body dimmed and could go out at any moment, and his movements became increasingly stiff and sluggish.

The young swordswoman's slashes were relentless, never ceasing for a moment. Holy battle aura surged like ocean waves, leaving fel flames flickering like candles in the wind wherever it passed.

The massive body, weighing over a hundred tons, swayed precariously, and cracks began to spread across its surface like a spiderweb.

After nearly half an hour of continuous attack, a hard-won victory was finally achieved.

Hellfire Collapse!

Excited cheers erupted from all around.

Aglaia, nearly exhausted, stopped moving and barely managed to stand still with her sword. Her rapidly circulating blood and qi slowed down, a warm current spread through her body, and her face was covered in fine sweat.

"Excellent, very good!" Vasily, the headmaster of the Magic Swordsman Division, clapped in approval.

Seeing that Aglaia was gaining the upper hand, the two chose not to interfere in the fight, but instead watched from the sidelines. Unless she voluntarily retreated or requested help, according to unspoken rules, bystanders were not allowed to intervene in a battle where the forces were evenly matched.

Any life-or-death battle is a rare opportunity for combatants. If they can win, their confidence and strength will be thoroughly tested, laying the most solid foundation for future progress.

"Your talent and growth have far exceeded our expectations," said Salman, the head of the Warriors' Division, nodding in approval.

Aglaia's reputation reached its peak.

As a fellow student serving in the military, she proved through her actions that evil is not insurmountable.

Once you reach the elite stage, equipping top-tier constructs gives you the potential to win!

Aglaia slowly pulled the sword blade from the soil, waves of weariness washing over her.

"Is everyone alright?"

A slight silence fell over the room, and no one answered her question.

The demonic rocks that descended directly upon the camp caused massive casualties and dealt an even heavier blow to morale.

The hard-won military formation proved useless, suffering a crushing defeat at the hands of Hellfire.

The academy's leadership was beginning to realize the folly of using sheer numbers.

The only viable approach is to concentrate resources at the top level and cultivate truly strong individuals.

One Aglaia is worth more than a thousand mediocre people.

"The strong decide everything; the weak are meaningless."

hope surveyed the devastated soldiers' quarters camp, his voice tinged with melancholy.

Judging from the future trend, the military will be downsized on a large scale, leaving only a small number of elite forces capable of rapid response, and resources will be more concentrated on supplying geniuses.

The demonic invasion accelerated the process of change.

A strong sense of war-weariness spread through the camp, and students unwilling to become cannon fodder secretly plotted to escape that night. Although desertion was shameful and had serious consequences, it was still much better than death.

The stark reality is that even before the demon army has arrived, our side has already suffered heavy casualties. Even the instructors are not guaranteed to protect themselves, with many seriously injured or killed.

These ideas could not be kept secret from the higher-ups in the spellcasting class who could read brainwaves, and even some leaders of the combat class schools could guess a thing or two.

"Let them go back!" hope sighed helplessly.

"Madam Vice Principal, what are you saying? How can a soldier run away from battle?" Vasily frowned.

"Do you consider what just happened a battle? If you were in their shoes, would it have served any purpose other than pointlessly sacrificing your lives?" hope questioned.

"There will always be some good prospects." Salman said coldly.

"Only those who remain are entitled to enjoy the academy's resources. Those who leave will be expelled. They may choose their own path and bear the consequences of their own lives," Xi stated calmly.

"The consequence of what you're doing is that a large portion of the students will likely leave."

The headmaster of the Knights Academy was a square-faced, middle-aged, burly man, clad in black, inscribed armor, with his helmet tucked under his arm. His name was Thor, and his strength was at the half-step Saint Realm.

"It's better than losing most of them!" hope's decision was made: "Students who haven't even reached a formal rank are useless on the battlefield right now; they'll only be a burden and affect our morale..."

(End of this chapter)