Chapter 52: Chapter 52 Undead Wizard
Inside the examination hall, Wizard Apprentices were fighting their rivals with all the knowledge they had acquired throughout their lives. Outside the examination hall, a group of Wizards had gathered in the Central Black Tower’s 101st-floor hall, collectively watching the examination.
This examination was both a selection and a self-recomndation event.
Wizards often discovered so hidden talents during the examination and then took them on as formal apprentices.
However, for most Wizards, this examination was simply a form of entertainnt.
“Luo Fenqi, your disciple is quite sothing. He’s racked up fifteen points in just two days,” a withered, skeletal-looking Wizard said with a smile.
In the Crystal Ball in front of him, a Wizard Apprentice was annihilating his opponent with Elental Magic.
On the other side, a Wizard whose half-body was engulfed in flas said, “Your disciple isn’t bad either, although he’s as tough as a rock, that rock is even harder than diamond.”
“Look at Freud’s student, he’s actually taken the path of ascetic faith. Freud, have you started experinting with your formal apprentices?” a ghostly figure of a Wizard suddenly shouted.
A Wizard clad in a white robe, appearing holy and benevolent, got so angry that his beard curled upwards.
“That’s the path he chose on his own, it has nothing to do with .”
…
Such dialogues continued uninterrupted in the hall.
For Wizards with formal apprentices, this examination was an opportunity to showcase their apprentices. For so Wizards who did not get along, this examination served as their proxy war. As long as their own apprentice outperford the other’s, it was as though they themselves had co out on top.
“Jolod, your disciple seems a bit lackluster,” a skeletal Wizard taunted.
In his Crystal Ball, Richard only had a asly four points, a score that didn’t even surpass that of regular students.
Jolod adjusted his glasses and coldly retorted,
“Aijoen, not everyone enjoys killing like you do.”
In Jolod’s Crystal Ball, Aijoen’s apprentice was close to breaking through the twenty-point mark, accompanied by a Corpse Giant beside him, which kept emitting Death Energy that caused vegetation to wither.
“Is that so, Jolod?” Aijoen mocked, “I heard your student is quite the fighter in the Academy, isn’t he?”
Jolod shot back, “That’s called tit-for-tat, sothing a killer like you wouldn’t understand.”
The nearby Wizards watched the two bicker, casting amused glances their way.
The feud between Jolod and Aijoen was longstanding and couldn’t be explained in just a few words. But one thing was certain—over the decades, Jolod had the upper hand in the apprentice disputes, with both Anna and Chax having significantly outperford Aijoen’s disciples.
Now that Richard’s performance was not outstanding, it was an opportunity that Aijoen seized.
…
In the examination arena, Richard pinched his nose. He had just sneezed several tis, as if soone were talking about him.
“Who would be ntioning at this ti, could Ali be in trouble?”
Richard shook his head, carrying his Great Sword as he continued toward the center of the examination arena. But before he took a few steps, a slight tremor caught his attention.
“Sothing is coming.” Richard touched the ground and turned his head to the left.
Richard shifted his perspective to Wuni, who was flying, and he quickly spotted the source of the tremor—a Corpse Giant, with a small figure in a black robe beside it.
“Looks like a strongman.”
Richard stroked his chin, hesitating whether to approach.
He killed so few people not because he didn’t want to compete for a ranking on the points leaderboard, but because he felt that killing them one by one was just too inefficient.
In the past two days, all the apprentices he encountered were like slippery eels, starting to run the mont he made a move, which made it challenging for him to get even one mark.
After all, killing apprentices at the start and at the end offered completely disproportionate benefits. Although the apprentices who survived into the later stages grew stronger, Richard didn’t consider himself weak.
Everyone was an apprentice, he had more Magic Stones, more Magic Equipnt, so even if he couldn’t beat others, couldn’t he still run away?
While Richard hesitated, Slay, who was far away, noticed him through a spell.
“Seeing and not running away? You have chosen the path of death,” Slay cackled weirdly.
Since entering the examination field, it had been like paradise for him, the Wizard Apprentices he encountered were all weaklings. So apprentices hadn’t even reached the interdiate level yet dared to move around in the examination area. To Slay, these people were walking Magic Stones.
One apprentice was worth a hundred Magic Stones, ten apprentices were a thousand Magic Stones. And there were over four thousand apprentices in this exam, equivalent to more than four hundred thousand Magic Stones.
Even if he killed just one percent of them, four thousand Magic Stones were still a considerable fortune to him.
Slay fantasized about that wonderful scenario, waving his Magic Wand, and a Corpse Giant charged toward Richard.
“Hmm?”
Richard sensed sothing was wrong.
Seeing the Corpse Giant charging towards him from afar, he smiled and shook his head.
“What’s there to consider?”
Having said that, white vapor flowed from Richard’s mouth and nose, and his stature and muscles explosively grew, instantly transforming him into a giant over two ters tall covered in Black Scales. Wuni in the sky also seized the opportunity to move.
Seeing this, Slay frowned, “An apprentice who studies Bloodline Alchemy, looks like he’s undergone Bloodline Alchemy at least twice.”
But imdiately after, he revealed a frenzied smile.
What of Bloodline Alchemy, the apprentices of the Undead School specialized in defeating apprentices who focus on their physiques.
If he could assimilate this apprentice into the Corpse Giant, the physique of the Corpse Giant would definitely be trendously enhanced, possibly breaking the thirty-nine point physique barrier in this exam.
Thinking of this, Slay felt even the heavens were aiding him.
Boom, boom, boom…
On the ground, two colossal beings collided heavily, creating an avalanche-like roar and kicking up a huge cloud of dust.
Before the dust settled, a wave of Qi tore it apart, revealing the true form inside.
Richard wielded the Demon Eater Sword, its blade creating slight afterimages as he swung.
After Richard beca an interdiate apprentice, Wind Crow Slash, a legendary martial skill from Duke Heisen, also changed; the original fierce cawing of Wind Crow Slash no longer sounded, replaced by a silence akin to the Death God.
And the Corpse Giant, facing the blade, neither dodged nor blocked, its arms thick as pillars, slamd towards Richard’s head.
Bang.
A gust of wind brushed over Richard’s head, and at the last mont, Richard ducked, avoiding the hit, his blade cutting through the giant like butter.
In the next instant, various shades of green and yellow pus poured out from within the giant, a stench like rotting pork from the hottest days of sumr burst into Richard’s nostrils.
“Ptui.”
Richard couldn’t help but gag slightly, but his body didn’t cease moving.
Inside the wound he made, a shriveled heart, like a conjunction of life and death, was still faintly beating.
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