The roar of the freshman silenced the gymnasium.
Professor Tyrese and Principal Romuse on the spectator stand had astonished gazes.
"The freshmen this year are a little different?"
Romuse felt a little uncomfortable after changing into his headmaster's robe during the anniversary celebration. He tugged at the corner of his robe as he spoke softly.
"Yes."
"After all, there is a different first seat."
Professor Tyrese smiled.
"2567?"
Romuse thought of the lone freshman and unconsciously thought of his missing old friend, Smith. His head started to hurt.
"2567 is different from Smith.
"Maybe 2567's way of doing things is a little extreme, but he's a good kid.
Professor Tyrese saw Romuse's expression and quickly defended Kieran.
"Good boy?"
Romuse glared at Tyrese. He had no idea where Tyrese came up with such a conclusion, but he couldn't figure out how the First Seat had anything to do with the word 'good boy'. They were completely opposite of each other!
Romuse waved his hand at Professor Tyrese, who still wanted to explain, and pointed to the other side of the stand.
There, a group of neutral professors and the professor in charge of the research room were sneering.
"Childish!"
"Still too young!"
"I hope I won't be beaten too badly later!"
His strength would not increase just because he roared.
The truth would not change because of one's thoughts.
They really wanted to see if these new students could still roar loudly in the face of the cruel reality.
Some of the second, third, fourth, and fifth year students who had already received special orders secretly exchanged glances at each other. A third year student impatiently jumped onto an empty arena. His opponent had a disdainful smile on his face. He raised his right hand, palm facing upwards, and waved in the direction of the arena where the new students were.
Maica stepped up without a second thought.
Standler was about to follow.
However, Maica stopped him.
"I alone am enough."
Maica said.
During the tutorial class, Maica wanted to challenge the third-year students, but an accident happened, forcing him to stop.
However, he was about to get what he wanted.
Although the third-year student in front of him was no longer the trash third-year student from back then and was an elite among the third-years, he was no longer the same person from back then.
After eating the 'compatible' food, he had already undergone earth-shattering changes.
Not only did his strength and speed increase, but his body also became sturdier. He had also obtained a unique talent.
And this was his chance to win!
Maica jumped up the ring and stood in front of the 3rd year student, his arrogant face showing a provocative smile.
"I will break your limbs!"
"I wanted to make you cry!"
The third-year student said word by word.
Although the order he received was to teach this group of freshmen a lesson, as long as no lives were lost, the scope of this lesson was up to him.
Was he going to directly and cleanly knock his opponent off the stage?
Or should he injure the other party so badly that it would be hard for him to recover?
Everything depended on his mood.
But now?
This third-year student was in a very bad mood.
He was just a new student!
It wasn't that monster!
He actually dared to provoke him!
He wanted to teach the other party a good lesson!
With such thoughts in mind, the third-year students dashed towards Maica after Senile, who was acting as the referee, announced the start of the match.
There was no strategy, no technique.
All he did was rely on his physical strength to suppress his opponent.
Although the freshmen had already eaten their first portion of food that was' compatible 'with their bodies, a portion of Fast Food grade food was nothing compared to a third-year student who had eaten at least three portions of food of the same grade.
So, the third-year student was going to crush Maica in the shortest time possible.
The third-year student who dashed towards Maica raised his hand and threw a punch.
The punch was accompanied by a vicious wind as it was thrown at Maica's face.
Fuung!
Maica's hair was fluttering in the wind, but his eyes were glued to the incoming punch without blinking, he didn't even have the slightest intention of dodging.
When the crowd saw the scene, they shook their heads in anticipation after hearing the rumor that Maica had defeated the second-year student.
"There's no suspense anymore.
He is a little too careless! "
"A third-year student and a second-year student are fundamentally different!"
"Hope he won't get beaten up too badly!"
Darle sighed.
"Is that so?
I don't think so.
"This freshman will definitely surprise everyone!"
Renata crossed her arms in front of her chest and said with a smile.
"He will win for sure!"
It was rare for Jemara to chime in.
The second-year First Seat couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the third-year and fourth-year First Seat standing on the same side. He instinctively looked at the fifth-year First Seat.
"Keep watching and you'll know."
Tai said with a smile.
When the second-year First Seat looked back at the ring, he was shocked to see Maica blocked the third-year student's punch without dodging.
No!
He didn't block it!
He grabbed the third-year student's wrist!
Maica's hands were glowing in a faint metallic luster under the light.
He blocked the third-year student's punch with one hand and grabbed the third-year student's wrist with the other. Before the third-year student could react, Maica twisted his wrist hard.
Crack!
With the crisp sound of bones breaking, the third-year student's wrist was broken just like that.
"Aaaargh!"
An agonizing scream sounded but Maica didn't show any mercy.
Just like how the third-year student would not show any mercy to him, Maica wouldn't hesitate either.
Bang Bang Bang!
The metallic luster of his fist was like a heavy hammer, landing punches on the third-year student's body at lightning speed. After a round of punches, the third-year student fell limp on the ring. Countless bones in his body were broken and his breathing was weakening rapidly.
"Medic!"
Senile signaled the medic on standby before he turned around and said, "Freshman Maica wins!"
"He won!"
Cheers came from the ring where the freshmen stood.
The second-year First Seat, on the other hand, looked at Maica in the middle of the ring in disbelief.
"He awakened his talent?"
There was no other explanation for the abnormality of the body other than 'innate talent'. However, awakening an innate talent as a freshman was really shocking.
A freshman like Maica should be the First Seat of the year.
The moment he thought of the second-year First Seat, he immediately thought of the true freshman First Seat.
The second-year First Seat shrunk his neck.
Maica might be a freshman but he was also a monster.
The kind that he couldn't afford to offend.
"Only a monster like that can make such a talented person his assistant, right?"
The second-year First Seat muttered softly.
Although his voice was very soft, it was extremely clear to the few chief students.
"Of course."
"What's so strange about that man having a subordinate like that?"
The fourth-year First Seat said with a smile.
"The strong will always have followers."
The third-year First Seat said coldly.
The second-year First Seat was a little dumbfounded when he heard the conversation. He didn't know when the two of them, who were like fire and water, became so harmonious.
Then, the second-year First Seat suddenly thought of something and asked.
"Did you two think Maica would win because he is that monster's subordinate?"
"Of course."
"Em."
The second-year First Seat's face fell at the same answer.
At first, he thought it was because the two of them had better observation skills than him that they noticed the difference.
Who knew it would turn out like this?
The second-year First Seat then looked at the fifth-year First Seat.
'As the fifth-year First Seat, you should be different, right?'
When the second-year First Seat saw the fifth-year First Seat cover his expression with his teacup, his heart was filled with despair.
"What observation? What analysis? Just intuition?
What's the difference between this and random guesses?
It's even more unreliable, isn't it? "
The second-year First Seat didn't shout out the rage in his heart. He pretended to be calm and turned around to the ring.
After defeating a third-year student, Maica, who had earned the right to enter the main ring, didn't come down from the ring. Instead, he challenged the fourth-year students.
The crowd, who were still immersed in shock, looked at Maica in shock again.
Including the freshmen!
Standler looked at his friend with worry, not knowing what to do.
There were two dividing lines for the students of Theorate.
The first was for the third-year students.
The second was for the fourth-year students.
From a certain aspect, only the third-year students who completed their first Mystic State could truly shed their title as freshmen.
After entering the fourth-year and completing multiple Mystic State expeditions, only the fourth-year students could be considered as Theorate's reserve power.
In fact, most of the lab and research lab's support members were selected during this period.
In simple words, the third-year students and the fourth-year students were incomparable.
Whether it was strength or battle experience, the third-year students were miles ahead of the first-year students.
Maica knew it too.
But he wanted to give it a try.
He couldn't achieve the First Seat's achievement of crushing all the other First Seats, but he would try to catch up.
Otherwise …
He would look down on himself.
Giving up when he encountered a setback and hiding under someone else's wings wasn't his style.
After a deep breath, Maica looked at the 4th year student with battle intent in his eyes.
"Teach him a lesson!
Let him know how ignorant his arrogance is! "
In the stands and in the arena where the senior students were, these kinds of shouts rose and fell.
However, it didn't affect the fourth-year student at all.
The fourth-year student looked at Maica calmly, his body naturally in an alert stance. After multiple Mystic State expeditions, the fourth-year student knew that when facing an opponent, even if the opponent looked weak, he had to give it his all.
Any underestimation would cost him his life!
With such a mentality, the fourth-year student quickly seized the initiative and gained the absolute upper hand after Senile gave the order to begin.
Maica was like a canoe in a storm, struggling left and right under his opponent's punches and kicks.
It wasn't that Maica wasn't strong enough.
It was that his opponent was stronger.
Moreover, they had more battle experience and techniques.
Bang!
Maica went into a defensive stance, but the fourth-year student's punch cleverly went around Maica's raised arms and landed precisely on his chin.
The heavy punch lifted Maica's feet off the ground and he fell to the ground, the metallic luster on his hands dimming.
The long-awaited scene finally appeared in the ring, the neutral professors showing smiles. Professor Tyrese, on the other hand, signaled Senile to stop the fight at any time.
Professor Tyrese didn't want any accidents to happen.
"Maica!"
Standler cried out in shock on the freshmen ring.
He was eager to check on his friend's injuries, but he knew he couldn't step into the ring.
Once he stepped into the ring, it would mean he had to fight the fourth-year student.
Fighting a fourth-year student with his current strength?
He had no chance of winning!
Only by following the rules and organizing a group of five to fight the fourth-year student would he have a slight chance of winning.
However, although Standler's logic told him it was the right thing to do, his emotions couldn't accept watching his friend fall to the ground and do nothing.
The fourth-year student in the ring clearly saw the struggle and struggle on Standler's face.
He had investigated Standler beforehand, he knew other than the First Assistant that Standler knocked out, the only other noteworthy person among the freshmen was Standler.
As long as Standler was defeated, the freshmen would crumble without the First Seat's help.
So, the fourth-year student spoke.
"You are Standler, the one who planned the float parade for the freshmen?
I've heard of you before, they call you the most competent assistant of the First Seat.
But from how I see it, you are nothing but a piece of sh * t!
You hide under the First Seat's wings and live a peaceful life in Theorate, but once you leave his wings, you can't do anything!
"Look at your so-called float parade!"
"What the hell are these things?"
You are already so old, yet you still believe in those childish school legends? Do you wear diapers when you sleep at night? "
Vicious words came out of the fourth-year student's mouth.
His words were vicious, but no one scolded him.
This was because everyone knew this was only a verbal attack from a fourth grade student.
Provoking and mocking one's opponent with words wasn't too much in Theorate, there was even a special elective class for second-year students.
The fourth-year student had gotten high marks back in the day.
The fourth-year student thought he had the absolute advantage, all he had to do was push harder and he could win.
So, why not try harder?
Therefore, the words that came out of Standler's mouth got worse, especially towards the rumors that Standler believed in.
The words stung Standler's heart. He clenched his fist and wanted to fight the fourth-year student to the death, but he was stopped by the freshmen.
"Calm down!
Don't fall for it! "
The freshmen said.
Huu! Huu!
Standler breathed heavily, staring at the fourth-year student. He wanted to remember the humiliation he suffered, then …
Standler's eyes rolled up and his body went limp.
However, Standler quickly stood up again.
He swung his arm and the freshmen who were grabbing his arm felt an irresistible force gushing out from his arm. They couldn't help but let go of his arm and watched helplessly as Standler walked into the ring.
It's over!
All the freshmen's hearts sank.
However, some of the freshmen noticed something wasn't right because Standler was muttering to himself as he walked.
"How dare he scold me like this …"
"Sob sob sob … I'm not happy."
"Sob sob sob … I'm going to teach him a lesson!"
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