Did the villainous professor survive today?

"To avoid accusations of bullying the weak, I will have Principal Abraham and other professors witness this. If I exhibit any magical fluctuations exceeding the second-tier threshold, I will be immediately disqualified."

"Professor Krenk..."

Anthony wanted to say something more, but Alyssa nodded defiantly beside him:

"The actual combat involves attacking the mechanical puppet. The attack method is not limited. The higher the damage dealt, the higher the score."

Alyssa didn't want to leave a bad impression on such a handsome chief professor. Her golden eyes stubbornly stared at Krenk, her fists clenched tightly.

"I want to join too! I'll convince you with my actions!"

"Okay, I'll wait and see."

Kroenke nodded casually and walked outside.

"Elisa..."

Enya's father, Anthony, came to Alyssa's side, took her wrist, and whispered in her ear:

"Why did you provoke him?"

"No, I will win!"

Alyssa was not convinced.

"Alyssa, it's not that I'm saying you can't do it, but Professor Krenk is the most talented genius the academy has had in recent years, he..."

"Stop talking!" Alyssa stomped her foot angrily. "He already said he'd only use his second-tier threshold strength to compete against me, and I'm almost at the mid-second tier already! The advantage is on my side!"

Even though she still has a year before she turns 18 and enrolls in school, Alyssa's strength is already considered among the best of the new students at St. Auster Magic Academy.

She certainly has a trump card to be confident in.

She stubbornly shook off her father's hand and walked outside without looking back.

the other side.

"Klenk, what's going on here?"

Richard moved closer to Krenk and asked with concern,

"Why do we suddenly have to compete in magic?"

As a father, doesn't he know his son's own capabilities?

Even after several years of settling down, the upper limit is still there and cannot be surpassed.

Moreover, he had heard of Alyssa; she was indeed a little genius with some real talent.

If he really lost to that girl named Alyssa, losing face would be a minor matter. The most troublesome thing would be that his true colors would be exposed, and then someone with ulterior motives would follow the clues and figure out that he was an academic fraud, which would be a real problem.

"Kronk, don't worry, I still have a way to end this farce."

"Dad, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Compared to Alyssa, Kroenke looked serene.

"Are you really alright?"

Richard had no idea where Kroenke got his confidence from.

"Watch my performance."

Kroenke smiled and then went to the area outside the banquet hall.

In the open space, two bronze mechanical puppets were already placed, surrounded by dense magical runes, and a faint magical aura enveloped them.

The area around the venue was packed with today's guests, as Kroenke's behavior was truly rare for them.

"Speaking of which, Professor Kroenke really cares about that teaching assistant..."

"It's really unexpected that someone who seems so cold on the outside is actually a man who loves his students."

"Yes, yes, and she's even an illegitimate child, yet they're still standing up for her like this."

"What a gentleman with a loving mother's heart."

"..."

The women whispered among themselves, seemingly admiring Kroenke's behavior.

Meanwhile, Principal Abraham, holding a glass of port, sat in his seat and said to Olivia, whom he had forcibly dragged over:

"Lecturer Olivia, why aren't you interested in this interesting little episode? It's rare to see Professor Kroenke so serious."

"Professor Krenk is definitely going to win anyway, what's the point of watching?"

Olivia was very unhappy that Abraham had forcibly dragged her away while she was eating.

The college generously provided unlimited lobsters for everyone attending the banquet, and Olivia enjoyed the meal immensely.

Of course, the Ludwig family paid for the lobsters.

"So sure? Shall we make a bet?" Abraham was unusually intrigued.

"What kind of bet?"

"What did you say?" Abraham grunted.

"If we win, Headmaster, I want this bottle of wine next to you," Olivia pointed to a bottle of wine next to Abraham. It smelled delicious, and she thought it might taste great as cooking wine.

"And what if I lose?" Abraham pushed the bottle of wine to the center of the table, accepting the bet.

"If he loses, I won't eat any late-night snacks for a week."

"I didn't expect you to think so highly of Professor Kroenke."

Abraham was somewhat taken aback. For Olivia, betting on food was extremely rare, let alone going a week without a midnight snack—a form of torture for her.

"Of course, I'm not saying Professor Kroenke is bad, it's just that the rules he sets for himself are too harsh. It's like tying your own feet and then racing against others, and the opponents aren't exactly bad either."

"Anyway, I trust Professor Kroenke."

Olivia said.

During their conversation, the two preparing for the match also got ready.

"Ladies first"

Kroenke gestured for him to enter.

Alyssa just grunted, then picked up a staff, ready to test it.

The academy's entrance exam allows students to use their own weapons, which can be seen as a back door for the children of noble families, since the academy's operating expenses cannot do without the support of nobles.

Alyssa stood in front of the mechanical puppet. Before the test officially began, she turned her head and took one last look at Krenk.

Noticing that the other person didn't care, she turned around defiantly, gripped the staff tightly, and raised it forward.

Magic flowed down his arm to his palm, and a blazing missile with scorching heat gradually took shape at the end of the staff.

With a sharp shout from Alyssa, the blazing missile shot out with a whoosh.

A surge of heat shot out in a straight line, piercing through the puppet's shield and hitting the bullseye.

As the dust settled, a coin-sized notch appeared on the puppet's head, with molten lava-like flames faintly flowing from it.

"Professor, it's your turn."

Alyssa said with a hint of smugness.

Based on the level she just demonstrated, she would still be among the top students even if she were to enroll at St. Auster Magic Academy this year.

And what about their opponents?

Although he was the youngest chief professor in history, he had trapped himself. No matter how talented he was, Alyssa didn't quite believe that he could overcome such a huge gap in skill and defeat her.

"Is it over?" Krenk asked calmly, staring at the puppet's wounds.

"Okay, it's over."

Alyssa didn't believe Kroenke could do any better while trapped in his own self-destructive situation.

"Professor, please choose a staff."

After speaking, she pointed to the staffs arranged to the side. These staffs were made of expensive mithril and meteorite iron, and the ends were inlaid with gems of various elements, which could help mages cast spells more effectively.

But Krenk ignored the staffs and went before the group, asking:

"Does anyone have a sword? Could you lend me one?"

"Sword? What sword?" The crowd murmured in confusion.

"casual."

Kroenke said calmly, then added after a moment's thought,

"Find a sturdy one, or I might break it later."