"Alright, enough."
There was a flare-up in General Pennel's power and he caught Theron's wrists, only for a flying knee to slam right into his jaw.
Rattled, the General closed one eye and shook his head. But rather than getting angry, he just sighed. This boy really was sothing else.
Theron landed on the ground and used the slight loosening of the General's grip to pull his arms back to his control.
The General stood there for a while, stretching out his jaw before he chuckled. He could feel that the two won to the side were sizing the two of them up, sitting at the end of their seats as though they were worried about what other foot might drop any mont now.
They had realized about partway through that sothing bad was churning up between the two n, but in a situation like that, any added variable would be a detrint, not a help.
Teacher Fern wasn't anywhere near the combatant her husband was—though to be fair, that wasn't saying much. Dean Pennel, by comparison, was well into her old age, so in a situation where her Mana was suppressed like this, she was only a slightly healthier elderly woman.
Neither of them could stop this fight even if they wanted to do much other than just screaming out. But what would happen if one of them listened and the other didn't?
"Who are you, exactly?" General Pennel asked.
"You've read my file," Theron replied with a gentle cadence. "Do I have anything to hide?"
"That sounds like soone with sothing to hide. Did you really kill Mason Zhen?"
"Who?" Theron blinked.
Dean Pennel's lip twitched when her son looked over at her. But then they both realized that Theron really might not even know Mason's na. It was hard to tell if this made them more or less shocked.
Of course, that was nonsense. Theron definitely knew who Mason Zhen was. He knew all of the heavy hitters of both the younger and elder generation.
The main issue was that he didn't know what their faces looked like because he usually faced the sa problem with the knowledge in his head. He had the information, but not the experience to match with it.
He might not know about small fry, but when it ca to people whose nas spread far and wide, it was obvious enough to him.
"What is your cultivation?"
Theron looked up at the General but didn't reply. This, however, made the big man chuckle, finding Theron a hint amusing. There was sothing about this kid that, on the one hand, made you feel like you were teetering on the edge of life and death, and on the other hand, like you wanted to make him your son.
It was hard to tell if that was because Theron looked so innocent or not. There was sothing about looking at his face that put you at ease, and yet put you on edge.
Unpredictability.
"Alright, fine. Don't tell your cultivation, but that'll make it troubleso to plan things out for the military stream."
"How powerful are other First Years?" Theron asked.
"The best might already be at Third Resonance."
Theron raised an eyebrow. "I'm undefeatable within low-tier."
The General's eyes sharpened and for a mont, his aura as a General returned.
"You speak quite boldly for a child that hasn't seen much of the world."
"I speak truthfully."
"Have you seen every low-tier in existence? Even if you have, what if there were two of them? Three? Ten? A hundred? Would you still be undefeatable?"
"Yes."
General Pennel's eyes narrowed further, practically squinting into a pair of crimson lines that radiated a heart-stopping aura. But much the sa, Theron just stood there, unmoved and unbothered.
Usually, a person would try and backtrack their words, saying sothing like they were talking about a one-on-one battle. But Theron didn't even bother to do that much. It was like he didn't care about his own life, nor General Pennel's face at all.
"Hm… is that so…" General Pennel looked toward the door and waved a hand. A badge carrying a formation by his waist activated and a door opened up.
Out from behind that door, three young n took a step inside.
When Theron saw this, a gentle smile arched his lips. He was more certain now than ever that General Pennel was far from a brute. He had done this on purpose.
But the end result he was looking for wouldn't co for him, unfortunately.
"If you can defeat these three, I'll never question you again."
"With that armor on?" Theron asked.
"Is there a problem?" General Pennel asked.
"I'm just making sure you know that those Ebonstone Armors counter the effects in this room."
"I do know. Didn't you say you're undefeatable in low-tier?" He repeated the words, this ti not for Theron, but for the three young n.
"You don't need to goad them on my behalf, I can do that just fine. The reason I'm making sure you understand this is because not questioning again isn't enough of a reward for this at all."
"Oh? Is this a tough task for you?"
"You don't need to try and goad either. I'm confident enough in myself that I feel no need to prove myself to you. Rember that you're asking for my help, not the other way around."
General Pennel grinned. "Incorrect. I'm just acting on the Emperor's orders like any good public servant and citizen would."
"Shaless enough." Theron replied perfunctorily, causing Teacher Fern to let out a laugh she hurried to cover. "Either way, I have no intention of fighting if it doesn't co with benefits. I fought you only for the sake of bringing my wife here. Now I think I want sothing else."
"And what is that?"
"Unfettered access to the Main Imperial Academy Library. I don't want limitations that co from being a First Year or lacking in credits and prerequisites."
"Done!" Dean Pennel called out on behalf of her son.
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