It's so hard being a hero!

There were also some students dressed in foreign clothing, probably from other countries.

Everyone wore expressions of tension and anticipation; some were discussing in hushed tones, while others were silently practicing their moves.

Tianxing Academy recruits students every day of the year, but the requirements vary at different times.

The time period when Sophia arrived was probably the time when the assessment requirements were the most stringent.

A notice was posted on the bulletin board at the entrance of the college.

Sophia squeezed through the crowd and glanced at it; it contained the arrangements for the entrance examination:

"The assessment consists of three rounds. The first round is a written test to assess basic theory, the second round is a practical exercise to assess combat capabilities, and the third round is a comprehensive evaluation, conducted by interviews with faculty advisors from each department."

"The written test will be tomorrow morning in the college auditorium. Those who pass the first round will proceed to the second round, and only those who pass all three rounds will be officially admitted."

A line of smaller print was also written below the notice.

"Admissions are limited and will be based on merit."

After reading it, Sophia understood the situation.

She wasn't worried about the written test at all. She had memorized all the theoretical lessons from her previous life, and she had learned a lot of new things from Frey in this life.

Needless to say, in actual combat, she, a bronze-level magic swordsman, could defeat a group of teenagers as easily as eating and drinking.

As for the interview, it's just a formality anyway.

Just as she was about to turn around and find a place to rest, a voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Hey, are you here for the assessment too?"

Sophia turned around and saw a boy a head taller than her standing in front of her.

The boy looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, with short brown hair and an ordinary appearance, but when he smiled, he revealed two canine teeth, which made him seem quite amiable.

He was wearing a worn-out leather armor and had a one-handed sword hanging at his waist; he was probably a commoner with no special background.

"Ah."

Sophia nodded.

The young man looked her up and down, his gaze lingering for a moment on the silver magic sword at her waist, but he didn't ask any questions, just grinned.

"My name is Derek, I'm from Oak Town, and you are?"

“Sophia, from Kyle City.”

"Kel City?"

Derek thought for a moment.

"That place is quite far from here, isn't it? Did you come alone?"

"Yes, alone."

Derek was somewhat surprised, glanced at her again, but didn't ask any more questions.

He pointed to the shade of a tree not far away.

"There's an open space over there, why don't we go together? Anyway, the assessment doesn't start until tomorrow, and standing is tiring."

It was already dusk, and I had missed the last batch of assessments for the day; I would have to wait until tomorrow.

Sophia thought for a moment, and since she had nothing else to do, she nodded.

The two walked to the shade of a tree, and Derek naturally sat down on the grass, took out a piece of dry food from his pocket, and took a bite.

Sofia sat down beside the tree, leaning against the trunk, her gaze sweeping over the crowd in the square.

"Hey, Sophia, what level are you?" Derek asked while chewing.

“Bronze level,” Sophia replied casually.

Derek, who was chewing his dry rations, suddenly froze. After a few seconds of stiffness, he turned his head and stared at her with a look that said, "Are you kidding me?"

"Bronze level? You?"

He looked Sophia up and down.

"How old are you?"

"Twelve."

Derek was silent for three seconds, then silently swallowed the dry food in his mouth and looked at her with the eyes of someone looking at a monster.

"A twelve-year-old at the Bronze level? Is that too outrageous? Are you kidding me?"

Sophia was amused by his expression.

"Just take it as me fooling you."

Derek opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately shook his head and continued to gnaw on his dry rations.

Soon, many more people came to chat with them. To be precise, this place was full of teenagers, and it was impossible for them not to talk when they were all together.

However, Sophia is very beautiful, so many people try to chat her up.

After all, everyone has a love for beauty, which is a normal phenomenon.

However, Sophia wasn't quite used to being approached by a group of kids, but it gave her a feeling of returning to her youth.

Back when Su Lan first came to Tianxing Academy, it was the same, except that she and Vic were the ones who approached each other, not the ones who were approached now.

However, as they waited, more and more people arrived, and by tomorrow morning, the number would only increase.

The number of people will definitely exceed one thousand at that time.

Tianxing Academy does not accept an unlimited number of students. As the number of places gradually decreases, the requirements will gradually increase.

As soon as it got dark, the magic lamps around the entrance lit up.

As mentioned before, this world is one that reveres strength and the powerful.

With so many young men and women, all sorts of people, gathered together, it would be a miracle if it were quiet all day long.

Sure enough, a blond boy wearing bright silver armor suddenly spoke up.

"I'm so bored. Anyone want to come out and have some fun, like, have a friendly match, or just kill some time?"

The boy's attire clearly indicated that he came from a noble family; commoners couldn't afford such armor.

His words surely resonated with some people who were already feeling lonely.

"Okay, that's what I think too. There are still more than ten hours until tomorrow's assessment, it would be too boring to just wait."

A tall boy walked out.

So the rest of the people gathered around.

"Hey, Sophia, let's go take a look too."

A blue-haired girl smiled sweetly at Sophia and gestured.

After thinking for a moment, Sophia nodded and followed the others.

Soon, a group of people formed a circle in the open space.

The tall boy and the boy in armor stood facing each other in the center, their eyes filled with fighting spirit.

Chapter 75 The Lively Night

The tall boy and the blond boy in bright silver armor faced each other a few meters apart, sizing each other up.

Then the tall boy spoke first, introducing himself: "My name is Mokar, I'm seventeen years old, and I come from Black Iron Town. My father is the town's blacksmith, and I learned blacksmithing from him since I was a child, which gave me great strength."

After saying that, he slammed the iron bar in his hand to the ground, making a dull thud.

"This is my weapon."

The iron rod was as thick as his arm, completely black, and looked quite heavy.

The blond boy smiled slightly, gracefully raised his right hand to his chest, and performed a standard noble knight's salute.

“My name is Sidmon, I come from the province of Bekal, and my father is an Imperial Baron.”

His tone carried a hint of arrogance.

In this world, everyone wants to be a nobleman, so it's not a problem for him to be arrogant.

"The sword in my hand was a gift from my father for my fourteenth birthday. It's a mithril weapon forged by the dwarves. Brother Mokar, you'd better go easy on me later."

He said he was showing mercy, but what he really meant was to tell Mokar to be careful, because his weapon couldn't withstand his.

Mokar grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Don't worry, I'll be careful not to beat you too badly."

Sidmond's smile froze for a moment; he clearly hadn't expected this seemingly simple-minded big man to speak so rudely.

The crowd watching nearby burst into laughter.

"Haha, this guy is interesting."

"Sidmond, people look down on you. Are you even capable?"

"Let's fight! Let's not just talk the talk, let's walk the walk."

Sidmond took a deep breath, adjusted his expression back to a calm smile, placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword, and slowly drew the greatsword from its sheath.

The moment the sword was drawn, it gleamed with a cold silver light under the magic lamp, and fine patterns could be faintly seen on the blade, indicating that it was no ordinary weapon.

Mokar also gripped the iron bar tightly, his legs slightly apart, his center of gravity lowered, assuming a simple but practical stance.

"Ready?"

Sidmond asked a question.

"bring it on."

Mokar nodded.

As soon as he finished speaking, Sidmon moved.

His figure moved like a golden lightning bolt, rushing to Mokar in the blink of an eye. He swung his greatsword upwards, the tip aimed straight for Mokar's chin.

This sword strike was both fast and accurate, demonstrating clear skill.