"Fuck, I've seen a ghost! With this strength and background, what's this woman doing in Tianjing Academy? "
"With this strength, could she be a direct descendant?"
"Shouldn't she be directly sent to Saint Mongul Academy to be a mainstay? Yingmei Assassin is the captain of Saint Mongul Academy, and one of the 5 great assassins! "
The majority of the people were confused, and were dumbfounded by what they heard. However, there were a few people who knew the inside story that were speaking out in succession. "It seems like the Assassin Family has the intention to develop in Tianjing. I've heard that their family has developed a piece of territory in Tianjing. Allowing Emily to join Tianjing Academy should be for the sake of building up a good relationship with the locals."
"Sigh, that makes sense. To those great aristocratic families, the benefits of their family's development are clearly more important than the CHF."
"That's why this Tianjing squadron was able to pass through the 1st elimination round. With such a scout, fuck, they can travel around the entire icy plains without any pressure."
"Tianjing squadron's really not bad. With such a strong scout, they're still able to obtain the last place in the 1st elimination round. It's no wonder why they're evaluated as C rank."
"Tsk tsk tsk. It's a pity that such an assassin would be in our squadron!"
The atmosphere in the competition grounds started to heat up. Once someone had passed, the entire atmosphere would become relaxed. Since someone had passed, they would also be able to pass.
As the competition progressed past the halfway mark, experts started to appear on stage in succession. There were also quite a few people that were able to complete the competition according to the rules. Reality had proven that the assassins of the A rank squadrons basically possessed the strength to complete the entire competition, with the only difference being the time they took to complete it. Furthermore, the difference between them was only a few tenths of a second. Indeed, there was a world of difference between them and the other 2nd rate squadrons. However, the one that caused people to be the most astonished was still the Giant God Peak Academy.
They had already attracted a considerable amount of attention when they completed the 1st elimination round with the 7th place result. However, there were still quite a few people who were able to complete the competition due to their good luck and proficiency in running. However, the test for the assassin's lightning formation had genuine strength. Being the 6th assassin to complete the competition, Emily's performance was rather astonishing, with her results only slightly inferior to Emily and Quinn. She was ranked 5th amongst the 6 that had completed the competition, with a time of 17.7 seconds.
There were only 6 squadrons that had completed the lightning formation, with 2 of them being C rank squadrons. This had indeed attracted the attention of many people.
"Number 2, Torres Academy, Caliban Crowe!"
Following Cole Joseph's voice, a rather callous youth stood out. His figure was slightly skinny, but the tight-fitting assassin's attire displayed the perfect contours of his muscles, giving off an extremely sturdy and robust feeling. The standard assassin's physique attracted the gazes of countless people present.
"The S-class squadrons have finally appeared!"
However, being able to be assessed as S rank meant that the various occupations were extremely balanced, with sufficient depth in their bench. Even if they weren't on the Mo's List, their strength shouldn't be underestimated.
"Number 1, Heaven's Fate Academy, Napier Mo!"
It was different from the previous hustle and bustle. The crowd immediately quieted down, followed by even more intense attention and responses.
"There's going to be a good show to watch this time. Two great [S] classes are actually clashing together. I wonder if Caliban Crowe will be able to hold on."
"Bullshit! That's one of the 5 great assassins on the Mo's List! No matter how much Caliban Crowe is considered a main force, he still hasn't reached the stage of being on the leaderboard. There's no possibility of him competing! "
"Not all of the 5 great assassins on the Mo's List specialize in speed. What's more, I feel that Napier Mo seems a little lacking compared to the 5 great assassins."
A gaudy Napier Mo appeared before them with a grin on his face. Being an assassin, he was too playful. His hands were unexpectedly playing around with a few small colourful balls, tossing them high into the air as though he was performing acrobatics.
"Ha, he's not playing with fruit knives today, and has changed to acrobatics?"
"Although I really believe in the Mo's List, I really can't bring myself to respect that appearance and character of his … I really can't understand why that fellow has to play around all day. He completely doesn't have the demeanor of an expert at all."
"What the hell do you know! That's to maintain the nimbleness of his fingers and train their strength. I've heard that Napier Mo's colourful balls are his hidden weapons. Don't underestimate them just because they're as small as ping pong balls. They're forged from special alloys, and each of them weighs a few kilograms!"
Discussions about Napier Mo rang out across the entire hall, with both praise and criticism present within. Nevertheless, Napier Mo was completely unfazed by them. With a grin on his face, he appeared to be absent-minded, while continuously tossing the balls in his hands high into the air. On the contrary, Caliban Crowe appeared rather calm and serious. Keeping his calm, he silently focused his attention on the race track before him.
"Get ready!"
"3, 2, 1, start!"
The moment the bell rang to signal the start of the match, everyone immediately felt the disparity between them.
Indeed, Caliban Crowe was very strong. The explosive power and speed he had displayed during his dash was clearly faster than the 7 great experts who had completed the entire race. What's more frightening was his reaction speed and observation skills. Regardless of where the white light flashed, he appeared to not need to make any deliberate observations, as he was always able to find the perfect landing spot at the first possible moment. The 0.5 second reaction time was just a passive limit. As long as one was able to reach the correct landing spot, the next spot would flash in advance.
For the 7 experts who had completed the entire race, there didn't seem to be much of a change in the time it took for them to complete the first 50 metres. Even those experts needed to adapt to the first 50 metres, just like how their bodies had to undergo a process of activation. It was extremely difficult for them to take the initiative to activate their bodies in advance. However, Caliban Crowe had erupted with such speed right from the start!
It was a mere 50 metres, yet he had managed to complete the race a full second earlier than the 7 great experts!
Such strength was worthy of being the mainstay of an S ranked powerhouse. However, it was a pity that he had bumped into Napier Mo.
Regardless of how fast Caliban Crowe's speed was, the clown-like figure was always faster than him by half a body's length. Furthermore, what caused people to be even more dumbfounded was the fact that, unlike Caliban's full speed dash, Napier Mo continued to toss the colourful ball in his hand in the midst of his high speed dash!
Not a single bit of strain or seriousness could be seen on his face, with only a unique mischievous smile present on his face. His steps were completely different from Caliban Crowe's explosive charge. Looking at his steps, everyone felt as though they were like floating clouds and flowing water, as though he was taking a leisurely stroll in a courtyard!
In fact, everyone wanted to ask in their hearts, is he playing around?
50 metres, 100 metres, 150 metres!
The continuously increasing difficulty appeared to have absolutely no effect on Napier Mo. If one were to look at his performance, one would even think that this Lightning Formation was actually that simple. Although Caliban Crowe appeared to be advancing shoulder to shoulder with him, the tense expression on his face clearly showed that he was already giving it his all. 165 metres, the classic reverse gear appeared.
At the 165m mark, the classic reverse gear appeared. Caliban Crowe inhaled a deep breath of air. The farthest grid was 27-28 metres away. He planned to rely on his exceedingly powerful burst of speed to cross it. However, just at this moment, an exaggerated ghost face appeared out of the corner of his eye, causing him to lose some of his focus. From the start till now, Caliban felt as though he was being led forward by Napier Mo. That frightening fellow could clearly be faster, yet he had chosen to be a little ahead of him with every step he took, causing him to feel as though there was someone banging a broken gong by the side, affecting the beat of a beautiful and smooth song. It was so unbearable that it caused him to vomit blood!
At this moment, he could not help but cast a sideways glance.
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