Elite Mages’ Academy

During the entrance examination, Qin Chuan once chopped off a freshman's arm, and it was still healed intact. The school's healing system is indeed powerful, but the pain it caused will not be eliminated.

The boy who fell on the ground wailed and curled up. A milky white beam of light had enveloped him, and the wound on his face began to heal quickly. After dozens of seconds, the boy had fully recovered, and there was no trace of wound on his face.

"Brother, how many exchange points have you deducted?" The people around him poked the boy and asked in a low voice.

"50 points!" The boy gritted his teeth, but dared not speak out.

There was a sound of inhalation, the people standing here, except for a few people who got S or A and B evaluations in the test and had an exchange point, the others were penniless, that is to say, as long as the healing system was used once, they would be His memory had to be erased and he was forcibly sent back.

In Dawn Academy, credits are proof of grades and strength, and exchange points are the common currency. No matter how rich or poor you are on Earth, everyone here has the same starting point.

"Yesterday I killed twenty-three orcs in the new world, and any one of them can single out all of you without any problem! So to be frank, I have always hated teaching freshmen because you are weak and incompetent. Training swordsmanship will make me feel like playing house with children!"

The woman looked at the silent students with a sullen face, suddenly licked her scarlet lips, and smiled seductively: "However, someone told me that this class of freshmen is very special. The treatment, so I applied to be your swordsmanship instructor, I hope you can let me find some fun, otherwise, hum..."

"Okay, let's not talk nonsense. I don't want to talk about the theoretical knowledge of swordsmanship. The meaning of swordsmanship is to kill people. Swordsmanship that cannot kill people is just a joke!"

The woman walked to the corner of the venue, where there were rows of wooden long and short swords specially used for training. Then, under the gaze of everyone, the woman waved her right hand out of thin air, and a huge silver broadsword suddenly appeared from the void. Purple lightning was swirling around her body. The woman held the hilt of the sword with her backhand and swung a sword towards the wooden sword used for training.

The purple lightning flashed away, and all the wooden swords were turned into dust in an instant.

"I don't need this kind of garbage that can't kill people in my class! In the future, I will use real swords in all training!"

There was a sensation!

"Is there a problem?" The woman asked coldly.

"Yes, but I don't have a sword yet. The weapon I randomly assigned in the entrance test is a knife." A man replied tremblingly.

"Do you want me to hire you a nanny again, and then remind you every time, what kind of weapon do you bring?" The woman leaned closer to the questioner, her extremely alluring face was within easy reach, but she still held the handle in her hand. The sword is more than two meters long, and the electric light around it is very scary.

The man staggered and fell to the ground, wanting to cry without tears: "I, I was wrong."

The woman shouted: "If you don't have a weapon, go to the equipment department to buy it! If you don't have an exchange point, go to the mission! Do you still need my mother to teach you!"

This is a woman with a very fiery temper. After repeated reprimands, no one dared to offend her authority casually. Just kidding, everyone believed that this woman really dared to attack them. chopped off.

Basic fencing lessons have finally begun.

"First of all, I need you to have a more intuitive understanding of your strength attributes. Yes, the attack power of any melee physical weapon will be related to your strength value, but attributes never represent everything. The strength measured by the central computer The value is just the strength you show at your best. However, I have seen too many idiots who can't even display half the strength!"

The woman continued: "So today's class, including the long-term class, what you need to do is not to learn sword skills, but how to fully display your strength value! If the strength value exceeds 20, take a step forward!"

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Lin noticed that among the seven acting monitors,

Including the man named Chengming, there were actually five people who took a step forward. Although he didn't like the few people other than Chengming, Xiao Lin had to admit that these people's talents were indeed much better than ordinary people. Except for the acting squad leader, only a dozen or so other ordinary students stood up.

The woman had no expression on her face, nodded her fame, and asked, "How much is your strength worth?"

Fame replied neither humble nor overbearing: "30."

"Try." The woman glanced at the long sword in Cheng Ming's hand. Cheng Ming's random weapon in the entrance test was not a sword, but in order to take the swordsmanship course, he found someone to change the weapon last night.

Cheng Ming scratched his head honestly: "Teacher, uh instructor, I can't be your match."

The woman raised her right hand again, and the big silver sword disappeared out of thin air, replaced by a short and sharp steel dagger. She flicked the dagger, swung a few sword winds, raised her eyebrows, and pointed at Cheng Ming: " I will control the strength value to around 30, come on!"

Cheng Ming didn't refuse this time, he clenched the long sword with both hands, and charged forward with a low growl. Facing the incoming slash, the woman did not dodge or dodge, and raised the short sword to her chest with one hand, suddenly in mid-air Waved a cold light.

The blades staggered, and there was a sound of metal and iron clashing.

Then everyone was stunned to find that Cheng Ming's long sword had been thrown out of his hand and fell on the floor a few meters away. Cheng Ming stared blankly at his numb hands. The power displayed by that unlucky guy is not at the same level, but even so, the fame is still so easy to lose.

"20, this is the power value displayed by your sword just now. It can barely be seen if you can display 70% of your strength." The woman commented expressionlessly.

Cheng Ming still couldn't believe it: "How could it be like this, I obviously exerted all my strength! And my talent has a bonus!"

"Talent is not everything! You concentrate all your power on the hilt of your sword, and you exert it too early. Learn how to control the distribution of power when you swing your sword! Next!"

Another substitute squad leader stepped forward, but he, who had a little contempt for fame, was even worse than fame. Not only did the sword come out of his hand, but even his own body fell down.

The woman sneered: "The strength value is 27, and the actual strength is 13, which is less than half. Do you think you are holding a fire stick in your hand! Idiot! Next!"

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Dozens of minutes passed, and dozens of long and short swords were thrown on the floor. Except for the substitute squad leader, other ordinary students came up to try it unwillingly, but their results were not much better.

The woman would report the actual strength value of their sword to each tester, and the result undoubtedly made everyone frustrated. No more than one-third of them could exert 60% of their strength, and they could exert 70% of their strength when they became famous. % is already the highest value that can't be expected. ) Book friends, pay attention!