Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 26 The Young Master is Stronger Than Me

Any outstanding soldier must have an indomitable spirit.

Guts consistently ranked second, and defeat was commonplace for him. After each defeat, he would deeply reflect on his own performance, seeking out flaws and weaknesses in his techniques in order to improve.

The defeat in this battle was mainly due to two reasons.

On one hand, Mussofi's strength was indeed ridiculously powerful; on the other hand, Guts had to admit that he had been careless. Because he hadn't sensed the opponent's malice, he subconsciously relaxed and failed to give his all.

"Ready to continue!" Mussophie lightly jumped back, creating some distance.

"I'm sorry, please excuse my poor appearance!" Gus regained his confidence, his eyes filled with a serious expression as if facing a formidable enemy.

The two clashed again.

Guss adjusted his tactics, shifting from an all-out offensive to a more cautious, defensive approach focused on counter-attacks.

The bamboo knives clashed repeatedly in the air, and the sword pressure spread out at the point of impact, stirring up gusts of wind.

Whether it's strength, speed, or battle aura, the Black and White Bearmen hold an absolute advantage. The biggest difference between the elite and ordinary ranks lies in their battle aura attributes.

Guts's transparent aura covering his entire body is of no attribute. Messophie's battle aura is of the wind attribute, which additionally increases attack speed, agility, and the unique sharpness of the wind attribute.

After a few breaths, Mussophie seized an opening and lightly sliced ​​the bamboo knife across Guts' neck.

"Young man, show me your true skills! You're not going to stop here, are you...?"

"Phew, Mr. Mussophie! Thank you for showing mercy."

Gus adjusted his mindset and breathing, and launched another attack.

After several consecutive failures, each failure lasted longer than the previous one.

Mussophie clearly sensed Guss's progress, and his round, bear-like face showed approval and affirmation.

"As expected of a talent recommended by Miss Taiya, she's far superior to the hopeless wretch in our territory..."

Upon hearing Tayya's name, a gentle smile appeared on Gus's face: "I won't let Miss Tayya down!"

"Hmm, not bad! Take a break and adjust yourself..." Mussofi took out a bamboo tube from the basket next to her, took a sip of water, and handed it to Gus.

The two sat back to back on a large, protruding, grayish-white rock nearby.

"Anyway, I have nothing else to do, so I'll accompany you to training every day from now on."

"real?"

Gus looked excited; the benefits of fighting strong opponents to improve one's strength were obvious.

Especially when the other party has no malicious intent, he has no reason to refuse.

"You need to seize the time to improve yourself and become a useful member of the family." Mussofi lowered his head, rummaged through the bamboo basket, grabbed a handful of bamboo rice, and stuffed it into his mouth.

I just exercised for a while, and I feel like I've burned a lot of calories...

"Butler, your strength must be among the best in the Blue Rose family, right?" Gus asked curiously during his break.

"I dare not accept such praise! The Blue Rose is a family from the North, whose tradition values ​​bravery and martial prowess. Our territory borders the Misty Mountains and the Orcish Kingdom, where clashes are frequent. Our family boasts numerous powerful members. Lord Bruno, who is responsible for protecting Miss Taiya, was once a super-rank magic swordsman, possessing unparalleled strength. Our patriarch, Earl Tyron, is currently at his peak, also possessing super-rank strength. In addition, we have nobles loyal to the Earl, numerous followers, and guest retainers, of whom I am one." Mussofi gave the newcomer a general overview of the family: "Regardless of what others may say, one thing I can be certain of is that our young master is the strongest! The gap between us is greater than the gap between you and me..."

Gus subconsciously assumed that the young master Mussophie was referring to was Tyrone's father, and that Tyrone was the young master, and so on up to the master and great-master...

This is reasonable.

At Pale Courtyard No. 16, the luncheon is still ongoing.

In Tai'an, people ate all kinds of dishes without hesitation, their stomachs seemingly bottomless.

"I don't believe you can still eat," Yin Yue winked at the maid, and another batch of delicious dishes was placed on the table: "Xiao An, how's the food at my house?"

I won't pay attention to you if you call me by my name randomly.

"He who takes a man's money is bound to him, and he who eats a man's food is bound to him." The young wizard's attitude softened slightly from complete indifference, though he didn't even raise his head.

"I'm a few days older than you. Your birthday is in early August, and mine is at the end of July. You should call me 'older sister'," Yin Yue emphasized, tapping the table lightly with her slender fingers.

Who told you my birthday?

"Sister Tae-Ya!"

"She has a bad memory..." Tai An put down his knife and fork, patted his stomach, and let out a burp. He rarely ate this much; he had finished more food than everyone else combined. "Anyway, thank you for the treat."

"If you don't want me to call you Xiao An, what should I call you?" The silver-haired loli's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

"Just call me Tai'an."

The young wizard frowned slightly, feeling a bit uncomfortable in his stomach. Fortunately, he could bear it. The digestive system of cultivators was stronger than that of earth dragons, and some tricks that caused diarrhea due to food conflicts were ineffective against him. He pretended to be nonchalant, his calm gaze fixed on the silver-haired loli. When he saw her eyes darting around, he felt a pang of guilt.

This girl is quite vengeful! I'll definitely teach her a lesson when I get the chance.

"Tai'an is so distant, like we don't know each other. Xiao'an is much more approachable," Yin Yue retorted with a forced smile.

"Whatever! I'll only respond if you address me correctly anyway." Tai An took out a napkin from his spatial ring and wiped his mouth.

The melodious bells of the Wizard Tower rang out, and before we knew it, it was time for class at one o'clock in the afternoon.

After going to the toilet to relieve himself of food residue, Tai'an felt refreshed and strode forward.

The jet-black wizard's robes, like black banners fluttering in the wind, leaped across the sky and landed silently on the square in front of the gate.

The distorted light concealed faces and figures, making it impossible for strangers to guess their identities.

The young boy, with his hands behind his back, followed behind several older students, exuding an aura that kept others at bay.

There are fewer than two hundred spellcasters in the entire Wizarding Academy. If you have a good memory, you can probably remember all of their names and faces.

However, there are always some people who hide their identities, live alone, and behave in a peculiar way.

The others weren't surprised by this. As long as you don't do anything immoral, no one will care.

While waiting for the Heavenly Ladder, several senior students discussed the examination for becoming formal spellcasters. The brown-haired boy, who had been lucky enough to pass the Spellcaster Association's test during the winter break, was beaming with pride.

Becoming a formal class spellcaster has many advantages; tax breaks alone, along with various preferential benefits, make others envious.

The moment Tai'an stepped out of the Heavenly Ladder, the light around him distorted and slowly dissipated.

His core principle was that his true strength and true identity could not be revealed at the same time.

Hidden behind the scenes, they become an unexpected force that can influence the course of events.

(End of this chapter)