Reincarnation Of A Swordsman: The Omni Mage Chapter 187 Mid-Term Exams (3)

Kyle quickly located his seat, No. 88, and so did the other students. They all sat nervously as they waited for the exam to begin.

anwhile, Dan stood calmly at the front or the class, his eyes occasionally darting to the clock at side of the hall, he had earlier ntioned that they'll begin and 5 minutes and he seed to want that ti to pass before they could begin.

'Why the wait?' Kyle thought, not feeling happy about the delay. They were all seated and ready and the instructions had been given. What's the point of this drawn-out silence? He suppressed the urge to sigh aloud and instead shifted his attention to his surroundings.

Dan, however, seed unfazed and unbored as he waited, making Kyle wonder if the man enjoyed the anxiety of the students.

But no one dared complain. The room remained utterly silent like a graveyard, until exactly five minutes passed.

Dan clapped his hands the mont the ti ca and papers began to materialize out of thin air, appearing on each desk.

"Your ti starts now. You have two hours."

Kyle was inwardly surprised when he heard the ti, but was a bit happy that they were given enough ti at the very least.

He glanced down on his paper and could see that his na and student ID were neatly printed at the top corner of the paper.

'Oh, that's why they made us sit according to our numbers,' he thought, while quickly scanning through the first page that had the exam details and moving on to the next.

What t Kyle's eyes at the second page was surprising. The first page consisted of twenty theory questions! Each of them requiring a detailed explanation or analysis.

His brow furrowed as he scanned the questions. They weren't simple one-liners, either. Each question seed to demand a mini-essay in response.

Kyle gulped internally and flipped to the next page, eting another twenty questions staring back at him.

Page three. Twenty more.

Page four. Another twenty.

By the ti he reached the fifth and final page, his hands trembled slightly. There were a hundred theory questions!

'What the hell?!' Kyle scread internally. 'One hundred questions in two hours?!'

That ant roughly one question every 1.2 minutes, if he didn't waste a single second.

He wasn't the only one panicking. Around him, the students exchanged wide-eyed glances with their expressions mirroring his shock. Even Orion, who usually wore an air of confidence, looked genuinely surprised.

So students were even considering giving up on this exam, but they couldn't dare to do so, because failure could get them exams and this exam was definitely a part of their scores.

"I'll be leaving you to it," Dan announced after a while. "Rember, no talking, no looking at anyone else's paper. You've all been warned about the consequences. Break the rules, and it's over for you."

Dan paused before deciding to add with a smirk. "This exam is cheap, you shouldn't need luck."

After that, Dan did sothing none of them had expected, even Kyle. Without another word, he disappeared into thin air.

The entire room went still. For a few seconds, no one moved, their eyes glued to the spot where Dan had stood.

The silence stretched for another beat before soone at the back finally shuffled in their seat, snapping everyone out of their stupor and reminding them of their short ti.

'Okay, let's do this!'

Kyle took a deep breath, pulled the answer sheet closer, and placed the tip of his pen on the first question.

"Who was the primary instigator of the Great Celestian Conflict, and what were their motives?"

Quickly, he began to write, his mind digging through the wealth of information he'd cramd just days before. His pen scratched against the paper as words pouring out with practiced precision. He poured detail into his response, outlining the motives, key events, and eventual outcos of the Great Celestian Conflict.

By the ti he glanced at the clock, his heart sank. Seven minutes had passed. Seven whole minutes; on just one question.

Kyle's mind raced. 'At this rate, I'll barely get through ten questions, let alone a hundred.'

"Drastic asures for drastic situations," he muttered under his breath, the words more for his own resolve than anyone else's.

Without hesitation, Kyle dropped his pen onto the desk, the sudden motion drawing curious glances from a few students nearby.

Kyle closed his eyes briefly, channeling mana into his body. It surged like a storm, crackling and vibrant, but he directed it carefully, guiding it into his hands.

"Lightning Dash," he whispered to himself.

A faint crackle of electricity began to dance around his fingertips, growing brighter and more focused with each passing second. The room erupted in hushed whispers and gasps as students turned to see what was happening.

Kyle opened his eyes, now filled with determination, as arcs of lightning flashed across his hands. The pen in his grasp humd faintly with energy. Then, without any fanfare, he began to write.

His hand moved at a pace no ordinary human could match, the pen flying across the page in a blur. Lines of text materialized almost instantaneously, perfectly legible despite the speed.

All Kyle's classmates stared in awe with their mouths wide in agape.

Kyle didn't notice not did he care. His focus was absolute and his was mind locked onto the questions before him. He dashed through the pages, his thoughts keeping perfect pace with his electrified hand.

One down. Two. Three. By the ti he finished the tenth question, he had already regained the ti lost on the first.

The room buzzed with shock and envy. A few of the wind and lightning affinity mages in the class exchanged determined looks and decided to try for themselves. If Kyle could do it, why couldn't they?

They began summoning their own mana, sparks of electricity and gusts of wind swirling around their desks. One by one, they activated their elental boosts, attempting to mimic Kyle's extraordinary display.

But it wasn't as simple as it looked, they could only manage to channel [Lightning Dash] and their other movent spells on their entire body and just couldn't concentrate it on a body part.

Those who decided to go on like that realized their mana reserves going empty in just a few minutes while so others weren't even able to control their speeds at all, resulting in them writing gibberish.

The students were frustrated when they realized how impossible it was to maintain focus, control, and stamina all at once while writing detailed answers.

They casted glances at Kyle, who seed utterly oblivious to their struggles. His hand was a blur and his papers were filling up with precise, well-structured answers.

What they didn't know was that Kyle was only able to pull off such stunts due to his countless battles and practice with the lightning elent, sothing that none of them could co close in asuring up against him.

And as for mana reserves? His mana was practically boundless to keep it up for hours, but the students assud that he was using less mana due to only channeling it on his right palm.

Minutes turned to seconds in Kyle's perception as he dashed through question after question. He didn't see the incredulous stares, the dropped jaws, or the occasional student throwing their hands up in frustration.

***

"Huff..."

Kyle sighed in relief and dropped his pen, leaning tiredly on the back of his seat. He stared at his handwork before him and couldn't help but smile as he flipped through the nurous pages he had managed to fill up with his writings.

Kyle also couldn't help but admire his handwriting. While it might not be the most elegant like Riya's or Lora's, it was quite legible and he was quite impressed of the long lines of text that could easily pass out as a textbook.

'I did it!' Kyle thought, glancing at the clock on the other side of the wall. He knew better than to use his comm, as that was one out of the many warnings Dan had given them before.

11:03 AM.

Kyle's mouth widened in surprise the mont he read the ti. He had managed to finish 100 questions in a little over an hour—that was shocking to the core!

'Damn!' Kyle exclaid internally. 'Was I really writing that fast?'