Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 23 Shattered Pride

"I know you can't accept it, but it's the truth. In the early stages, spellcasters aren't primarily combat-oriented; they're more suited for support and research. Be cautious, preserve your strength, and you'll go further in the future."

Youmu spoke slowly, then changed the subject: "Going up to the Super-Rank stage, the situation will be much better. Although research-type spellcasters may still be no match for combat-oriented spellcasters if they are not fully prepared, normal Super-Rank spellcasters will have a certain advantage, and some spellcasters who are proficient in combat, such as demon hunters, spellbreakers, and necromancers, will have an absolute advantage..."

The mentor, Youmu, affirmed the fact that spellcasters become more powerful in the later stages of the game.

The excited young wizards whispered among themselves, filling the once silent classroom with a cacophony of voices.

Youmu kept smiling, not wanting to dampen everyone's enthusiasm.

How difficult is it to become a Super-Rank? Super-Rank individuals are absolute high-level figures in any major power.

The vast majority of so-called geniuses can only reach the elite stage in their entire lives.

More than two hours had passed without us realizing it. The older students had already finished class.

Youmu deliberately delayed the class for a while, avoiding the peak time for using the Sky Ladder, and emphasized the precautions for choosing a tutor in the classroom.

If you believe you have a talent in a certain field, you can go directly to the office to find a mentor in that field and be assessed.

If you fail the assessment, or if you are ready to arrange your own time in the future, you will be considered as Gargamel's apprentice.

Of course, it's also possible that a professor might directly extend an invitation to a student they have high hopes for.

Noon, lunch break.

Most students in the Wizarding Division return to their dormitories, while a few choose to go out of the school to eat.

On the steadily descending stone platform, the silver-haired loli teased the young wizard with a smile: "Hey, cute boy, want to come to my house for dinner later?"

Tai'an glanced sideways at Yin Yue's fake smile: "Are we that close?"

"Neighbors and classmates? Aren't you familiar with them?" The silver-haired loli blinked and asked.

"I'm not going." Tai'an responded coldly, refusing to engage with whatever schemes or tricks the little girl might have.

"I invited your sister!" Yin Yue grinned, revealing her dimples.

Tai'an dropped his nonchalant demeanor and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I don't interfere in your women's affairs."

"Is that so! You and Sister Taiya go explain!" Silver Moon snorted, refusing to listen to reason and now she's being forced to drink the punishment.

The cunning little girl has already noticed the boy's weakness, and the already fragile defense is on the verge of collapse...

Soldiers' Division, in the center of the parade ground.

A group of young people, each wielding a wooden sword, were sparring and practicing against each other.

The dim sunlight was obscured by floating clouds, and the biting wind was slightly piercing.

In the cold spring, many people wear only a thin linen garment.

No one retreated.

The difference between a warrior and a magic swordsman lies in the lack of an inscribed weapon, while the difference between a warrior and a knight lies in the lack of a mount for battle. Common martial arts practitioners are short of money and resources, and the only way to stand out is through constant competition, where talent and willpower are tested.

Gus easily parried his opponent's attacks, nimbly adjusting his stance. To be fair, he did not release his battle aura to amplify himself.

"Gus, I heard you're going to become the squire of the future lord of the Blue Rose?" The freckled, brown-haired boy stopped panting.

"Yes! I've made up my mind..." Gerstán readily admitted.

"I thought you were different from others, so why did you choose to become a lackey of the nobility?" the brown-haired boy asked sharply.

"Nobles are not necessarily all bad people. My life was saved by Miss Tayya, and I believe in her more than anything," Gus said calmly.

"You'd better think this through. If you choose to side with the nobility, our Republican Party will no longer accept you." The brown-haired boy's eyes burned with anger. "For a woman, are you really willing to abandon your ideals?"

"Guts, full of ideals, died a few years ago." A hint of melancholy flashed across Guts's expression, but his eyes turned firm.

The clash of the steel swords sparked a burst of light, conveying their emotions and feelings.

After a fierce battle, the brown-haired boy, seeing that he couldn't shake his opponent, let out a long sigh: "Believe me, one day, you'll regret this."

"I wish you success!" Guts offered his blessing and slowly sheathed his sword.

We agreed on a meeting time at noon.

Taiya took the initiative to come to her.

"Gus! Let's go together..."

"Oh..." The young man with thick eyebrows and a buzz cut waved enthusiastically in response.

The sight of the two leaving has attracted widespread attention and discussion.

"Even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman..." a close friend remarked with a tsk-tsk tone.

"A beautiful, powerful, and kind-hearted noble lady—who could resist?"

Shi Pan, the bald, muscular man who considers himself Guts' rival and friend, the third seat of the Warrior Division, clasped his hands together and sighed.

"The Blue Rose family is quite lucky. Guts' talent is far beyond the elite stage. If he receives enough resources to nurture him, he will very likely become a super-class in the future." The instructor, Lon, had high hopes for this young man.

"Senior Gus..."

Behind every dazzling man, there is a group of little fans.

Guts was no exception. As the second-highest seat in the Sorting House, he frequently received confessions of love from women. However, he openly declared that he had someone he loved and rejected them all.

The commoner girl, Guofu, was one of Guts' admirers.

The Warriors' Academy has over 50,000 students, more than 10,000 of whom are women. While most are robust, tomboyish women or have unremarkable tomboyish appearances, there are a few with quite attractive features.

For example, Guofu is what many people consider a cute girl, belonging to the pure and lovely type.

Of course, her best friend Aglaia is a true beauty, with looks comparable to the four beauties of the academy, but unfortunately, she hasn't been selected yet due to her age and status.

The tea-haired girl stared intently at the burly female swordsman before her, her thin clothes soaked with sweat, revealing her youthful and beautiful curves.

"I really don't understand. You could have chosen to marry a noble young master, so why did you choose the arduous path of becoming a warrior?"

The square-faced female swordsman had a steady breathing pattern and her whole body was covered in bulging muscles. She weighed more than twice as much as her opponent and had an absolute advantage in strength.

"Nothing else, I just want to give it one last shot before I give up on being an upright person." The young swordswoman took a deep breath to ease the burning pain in her lungs.

"Okay! I'll help you dispel your unrealistic fantasies."

The square-faced female swordsman unleashed her full power; with a single strike, Aglaia, who was trying to block, was sent flying backward, rolling on the ground like a rag doll.

"Without resources, without talent, you are nothing through hard work alone."

(End of this chapter)