The World Flipped No Chapter 132 - 131: Young lads

Chapter 132: Chapter 131: Young lads

"Good morning, young lads. I especially have heard of your feats, I heard that you all are the best in the academy, strong, powerful, the smartest and all sort of complints ca with you guys and then you all are to train here for a month and get better, I do appreciate all that, but there is one thing I will spell out for you all. Every single one of you all is the weakest here."

Dion scoffed.

The person talking turned and started towards his direction, "do you want to test it out, young lad"

"With much respect sir, there are cleaners, maidens, and even prisoners here. It would be more acceptable if you quoted that you were talking in circumspect to the soldiers."

"Boy, I knew what I said and I didn’t say it by mistake. Every single one of you is a weak asshole in this fortress."

"Then I will challenge the boy over there" Dion pointed towards a boy that looked like he was in his teens, that was holding a stick broom and staring at them, his clothes were very frayed that everyone speculated that he was from an indigent ho. The boy reddened and flickered,

"......."

"Co on here Agosto"

The boy imdiately dropped his broom and ran forward, imdiately the man talked, sothing about him changed. It was like he was bold all of a sudden. He stood firm beside the man, in the middle of the small circle that was ford by the students.

"Co forward." He called forth Dion.

Dion walked in front, the man stepped back outside the circle, "Agosto, knock him down within three minutes. I will give you a raise"

"Yes sir" The boy put one hand at his back and stretched the other forward.

"Isn’t that like... Underestimating ? Grab a weapon and fight

well"

The boy just kept staring at Dion even after he had spoken, he didn’t wince, not even one bit.

"All right"

Dion was a rare race that existed in the central artic, a winter elf also known as ice elves. Winter elves were a distinct elven race, their origin could not be traced and they were particularly prominent in one thing, as wood elves were very good archers, ice elves were even better spearn. They were very good with the spear that they would have their soul etched in it since the mont they were born which awakens the ego, unlike other weapon egos a winter elf spear ego does not act on its own accord, they act based on the ntal calculation of their wielder. Hence a winter elf’s weapon was extrely important in a fight. Dion knew this but he was blinded, he judged a book by its cover.

Dion stretched forth his two hands and shouted. "Aura materialization stage one: spear form!!" His blue aura oozed out from his body and ford a large long spear, which he began to control, the young boy easily weaved and weaved, with one hand behind his back. With a boring face, he attacked the aura spear and it instantly dissipated. He looked at Dion, "Is that all?"

Dion was surprised, ’he just used bare hands to destroy my aura spear" he got serious and shouted again. "Aura materialization, stage three: hundred spikes!"

Multiple blue-coloured aura spears appeared in the air.

"You never learn" The boy ran onward crushing all the spears that ca rushing to him with his fist, he finally punched Dion who was dazed in the face, he flew out of the circle and passed out. The young boy bowed and walked out. The person addressing them walked in as he spoke, "what do you think was wrong"

Jon spoke, "He underestimated his opponent"

"Of course he did but that is not the answer I want."

"He -

"...Hence he threw away the significance of his strength." Neza was about to talk but Jon was faster than him. He glared at Jon who paid no attention to him, then looked away.

The man looked at Jon, "smart, what is your na?"

"Jon, Jon Clemon sir"

"Job?"

"Glazier sir"

"Wow! Indeed you all are promising lads, what about the boy that faced Agosto?"

Jon answered, "A spear master"

"What about your red hair?" The man faced Neza.

"A Crimson Knight"

The man whistled, "no wonder you have that disgusting look on your face like you are above everyone here." He faced Goldevia, "and you lady?"

"A storm paladin"

"Hmm... To think that a girl could do that job, you seem strong. And you lady?"

Natasha spoke, "Swordsaintess... it still isn’t complete"

Everyone including Jon looked towards her. The job sword saint was very important that job because of history, the accomplishnts and feats of the past swordsaint, hence was not a job that one can easily attain.

The dwellers way of having a job wasn’t too different from the players, but they had the right to choose a path, a job and then train to grow in the job they had chosen to better put it, they choose a job then it is their responsibility to conform in skills, body and mind into the kind of job they had chosen, so even though her job was a swordsaintess but her skills still had to be conford in that line by rigorous training, the sa thing with Neza who was a crimson knight, even Jon who had a class upgrade because he had outgrown the class he chose.

The man looked at Natasha’s white hair that fluttered softly, "well you do look like a saintess"

While others were making faces thinking the man was trying to hit on Natasha, it was a normal thing for her, she always received complints about her looks and hair, even though she still felt inferior to Mahuizoh, but recently she had begun look ugly to Natasha.

The man faced the next person,

Arnette spoke imdiately, "Psi warrior"

The man was again impressed, he faced the last person.

"Silverblade"

"Wait, silverblade? How do you find the job silverblade?"

"I didn’t, I was a magic swordsman, then I outgrew the job, then I found my conformity in this way, to be specific my teacher did"

’He outgrew magic swordsman...?’, "who is your teacher?"

"Midal"

".... I’m not surprised anymore"

The man looked around, I thought you all were supposed to be eight?"

Jon answered, "the last person decided to stay back at the academy monastery for training"

"Hmm..."

"I have a question, sir?"

"Yes go on, Jon Clemon"

"When will the first union leader co to address us?"

"And what makes you think, I am not the union leader?"

"You never said you were"

"I also never said I wasn’t"

"No...You would have said you were the one if you are the union leader, you would have started by announcing your presence"

"And what if I didn’t want to"

"Take for example so young kids enter into a king’s fort, they don’t have to be shown the king because he sees the crown, every king wears a crown, that is an announcent of presence. You have no crown on"

"Ohoh? Jon Clemon. You seem to exceed my expectations. But be careful what you let out of your weasel mouth. I am Zearus, the butler. You guys can go take a rest, the union leader will show himself soon"

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Rein stood in front of the large fortress, he was awed with the height of the building. He gulped, even from afar the aura his perception was detecting was like a boulder that could fall on him

any ti.

’If from afar it’s like this then just how strong is this guy?’