At this mont, the outside world was utterly astonished.
Even those who had acknowledged John's strength were shocked beyond asure.
It's crucial to understand that these weren't just any ordinary awakeners; they were geniuses from across the Federation, all of whom had passed the preliminary test of the Star Cluster Academy.
Their abilities were beyond doubt.
However, in the hands of John, these thirty-plus individuals found themselves without the slightest ability to resist, all being annihilated by a single wide-range skill.
This horrifying scene left countless onlookers in awe.
"Good heavens, is he farming mobs?" one might exclaim.
In the Enchanted Forest, Benedict was equally stunned by this spectacle.
He murmured, "To annihilate thirty exam participants with a single strike, what kind of monster has Victor brought upon himself?"
Although Benedict had recognized that John's talent was certainly not ordinary, he had rely considered him a genius with so potential, without giving it much further thought.
It was only at this mont that he truly comprehended the extent of John's talent, which was far beyond any ordinary asure.
After slaughtering those who had ambushed him, John had amassed about 5,000 points.
His score had now reached 25000 points, while the highly regarded Isabella and Alia had yet to surpass 6000 points.
John's score was more than four tis theirs!
Looking at the points on his assessnt card, John expressed his disappointnt, "Is that all? Such ager points, truly a bunch of pushovers."
Although John hadn't held much expectation for these individuals, their weakness had still surpassed his imagination.
He hadn't even had the chance to test his Hallucination Eye before the thirty-plus were completely wiped out.
With a click of his tongue, John sneered towards the sky, "You dare attempt to rob with such ager strength? To say you are courting death is to put it mildly; you're nothing but a bunch of trash."
John was known for his biting words.
His statent wasn't particularly harmful, but it was imnsely insulting.
In the arena, the thirty-plus resurrected examinees had just regained their bearings when they heard John's verbal onslaught.
It felt as if a knife had twisted in their hearts.
They were so infuriated that their faces turned beet red, yet they found themselves utterly incapable of uttering a single word in retaliation.
After all, not having inflicted even a minor wound on their opponent, any attempt at a coback would have lacked force and only served to make them the butt of the joke.
Having vented his displeasure, John couldn't be bothered to waste any more ti there.
He lightly stepped on the ground, his figure nimbly landing on a tree trunk, intending to take a rest before seeking out a few bosses.
He planned to make the most of the ongoing assessnt to level up a few tis.
This brought a sigh of relief to the surrounding examinees who were genuinely concerned John might go on a rampage and randomly hurl a skill their way.
It was at this mont, while mid-air, that John suddenly sensed sothing amiss.
His brows furrowed as he stopped on a towering tree crown.
Turning his head, his gaze shifted towards a direction on his right.
Unbeknownst to him, two figures, one tall and one short, had appeared on a tree crown not far from him.
They stood quietly, as if they had been waiting for him for quite so ti.
John's brow furrowed deeper.
He hadn't expected that no sooner had he finished speaking than two tough nuts to crack would appear.
Despite their proximity, John had failed to detect their presence, which was astonishing given his ntal perception.
This alone was a testant to the extraordinariness of the duo.
John inquired calmly, "Is there sothing you need?"
As he spoke, his eyes swept over the duo before him.
Among the two, one was a petite girl clad in a white magus robe, her hand clutching an oddly-shaped stone staff, her expression serious.
The other was a tall, burly man with his torso bare, his face adorned with a naive smile that seed sowhat apologetic.
However, coupled with the dense and ferocious scars that marred his skin, John found the man's smile to bear an ominous undertone, no matter how one looked at it.
John's attention was primarily focused on the burly man.
He could tell that many of the scars were inflicted by monsters, yet among them were also traces of gunshot wounds and energy weapon burns.
John's eyes narrowed; while monster-inflicted injuries were understandable, the presence of gunshot and energy weapon marks was intriguing.
Firearms, though not regulated by the Federation, were typically wielded by the weaker segnts of the population, including ordinary people and regular military personnel, due to the prevalence of awakeners.
What could the identity of this man be, for him to bear so many gunshot wounds?
Curiosity piqued, John refrained from probing further.
Everyone had their secrets, and knowing too much would seldom bring any benefit.
Upon hearing John's question, Cecilia responded with gravity, "Hand over your points, and we'll let you go.
There's still ti.
With your abilities, regaining a spot in the assessnt shouldn't be difficult."
She glanced at Jonathan beside her and added, "Don't force us to take action. Otherwise, my brother might end up killing you. He's very strong, and you could get eliminated directly."
Jonathan scratched his head, offering an embarrassed smile.
Though his expression was ostensibly ordinary, it sohow conveyed an aura of fierce nace.
Cecilia's statent drew looks of disbelief from many.
The terrifying extent of John's power had just been demonstrated to everyone.
And now, there was soone daring to challenge him, even claiming her brother was strong.
If this wasn't madness, what was?
John's eyebrows rose at Cecilia's words.
However, he didn't dismiss her claim as re bravado; instead, his gaze shifted to Jonathan.
To challenge him, knowing full well of his strength, one had to be either suprely confident in their own abilities or a complete fool.
John surmised it was the forr in this case.
Noticing John's look, Jonathan offered a friendly smile, saying, "You seem like a worthy opponent. I can tell you're strong. I can wait for you to recover before we fight."
This statent stunned everyone.
Was this man out of his mind?
Since when did robbers wait for their victims to be ready?
John's expression turned quizzical, finding the siblings quite the oddity.
Cecilia glared at Jonathan, visibly upset.
The re thought of John's capabilities filled her with dread, yet Jonathan was suggesting they let John recover before fighting.
Shrinking slightly under Cecilia's glare, Jonathan nonetheless persisted, "I think... I really want to have a good fight with him."
Cecilia paused, seeing an uncommon resolve on her brother's face.
She pressed her lips together, choosing to say nothing more.
Jonathan's face broke into a pleased grin, turning to John, "You can rest for now. We'll fight later."
John could tell that this guy was not joking around.
The dismissive look vanished from his face, replaced by a touch of seriousness.
For soone with such a straightforward mindset, John found it hard not to take him seriously.
He drew his Bloodthirsty Blade and Eclipse Staff, shaking his head, "No need to rest, let's go right now."
Jonathan paused, about to say sothing, but then his eyes t John's.
Those eyes held no emotion, as placid as the surface of a lake, undisturbed.
John stated calmly, "Give it your all, don't hold back. Otherwise, you might be the next one to be eliminated."
No sooner had his words fallen than a massive serpent burst forth from the earth without any prior indication from John.
The serpent, several ters in thickness, was adorned with green scales and covered in thorns, its yellowish eyes as large as lanterns, and its body stretched a hundred ters long.
Just the sight of it exerted an overwhelming sense of pressure.
"Thorned Rock Serpent!"
The monstrous serpent's maw snapped ferociously towards Jonathan and Cecilia.
The battle unfolded in the blink of an eye, and it seed they had no ti to react before being engulfed by the Thorned Rock Serpent.
A profound sense of danger descended from above, prompting John to lift his gaze to the sky.
Astonishingly, Jonathan had sohow managed to ascend to mid-air, his skin etched with dark patterns, exuding the fierce and wild aura of a beast.
Standing atop the serpent's head, John's figure remained upright.
He looked up at his opponent, his eyes narrowing, muttering to himself, "Interesting."
...
At the very top of the gymnasium, the vice principal and several senior officials furrowed their brows in concern.
They sensed a familiar aura emanating from Jonathan.
The vice principal muttered, "Is this... a God's Chosen?"
The identity of a God's Chosen was no secret.
These individuals, blessed by deities, often possessed talents and combat abilities far surpassing those of ordinary geniuses, bordering on the monstrous.
However, they also represented elents of instability.
It was uncertain whether the deities backing them were benevolent or malevolent.
Most of the ti, the deities behind the God's Chosen were not of the benevolent kind.
The dean of students, frowning, asked, "Who was in charge of the preliminary tests? An unknown God's Chosen is extrely dangerous. Doesn't he understand that?"
This was the Star Cluster Academy, not only ho to tens of thousands of spectators and awakeners but also a face of the Federation.
The ergence of an unidentified God's Chosen during the assessnts was a matter of grave concern.
Should this God's Chosen lose control and employ any ans to communicate with their deity, not even Principal Sophia, present here, could guarantee the safety of everyone involved.
Everyone present realized the severity of the situation, understanding the potential risks that ca with an unknown God's Chosen in their midst.
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