Green Empire, the mountain behind the Burris family home.

The usually quiet woods were punctuated by the clash of metal and the clashing of footsteps. Two young men were sparring in the shade. One, with golden-brown hair, wielded a broadsword in both hands, the wind echoing through the air and creating gusts of wind.

The other young man fighting against him had short burgundy hair and held a rapier in each hand. He was extremely agile and would use trees to block his opponent's attacks and change his position from time to time.

"Rock, take my move!" The young man with golden brown hair shouted, and there seemed to be light flowing in his pupils. The air flow turned around and rolled back towards his sword, creating a magical suction force.

Rock felt the air around him pulling him closer to the opponent's sword. If he continued like this, he would definitely be hit by that guy's sword. Looking at the way he was trying his best, it seemed that he would have to stay in bed for several days before he could recover after being hit.

However, opportunities are sought in danger, and this was a golden opportunity. As an assassin, what he pursued was that split second between life and death. He exerted force with his right foot, and his body was launched like a crossbow arrow from a bowstring, the tips of his two swords flashing red light.

Two points of red light streaked across the atmosphere like intertwined stars, and the opponent had also completed his accumulation of strength. The powerful broadsword drew a crescent-shaped arc in the air, and a point of red light was swept down by the arc, making a crisp metallic vibration, while another point of red light bypassed the arc, and as the sword light turned, a button flew high up, reflecting a sparkling light in the sunlight in the forest, and then rolled down to the fallen leaves on the ground.

"You lose."

Rock stood behind Isaiah, holding a rapier in his hand, and whispered.

Isaiah looked at his collar and found that the buttons he had originally fastened were gone. He breathed a sigh of relief, but he was not too depressed.

"Rock is still very powerful."

"One month is up, and I won't come tomorrow." Rock continued.

"Yeah, I know."

Rock turned around and looked at the third young master of Boris, feeling a little confused. He was a little different from usual. Normally, he would probably find all kinds of excuses to extend the validity period.

However, he didn't want to care about the reason for the change. He walked to the other side, picked up the other sword that had just been knocked away, and prepared to leave.

"Rock will have the final exam next week, right?" Isaiah's voice came from behind him.

"Yes."

"Are you sure you can defeat Tokolin?" the voice continued to ask.

"It's hard to say." How could he be sure of such a thing? The other party was also a genius, and it was impossible for him to crush his opponent.

"Come on, Rock."

"snort."

The wine-red-haired boy left without looking back.

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A week later, the Ike City College competition.

This city located in the west of the Green Empire, although not a large central city, is quite famous due to the surrounding forests and orchards.

Although there were still many snowflakes on the leaves, the arena in the city was bustling with people. Many people came to watch today. Many of them were parents of children, and some came out to bask in the sun and watch the showdown out of boredom in winter.

The people competing on the field were students from the city. They were roughly divided into two groups. One group was well-dressed, with neat and beautiful clothes, while the other group was a little thin and poor, and some of them were shivering in the cold wind.

"Haha, look at the one across the street, he's frozen like a duck." One of the noble children pointed at the opposite side and said to his companions.

"Indeed, but this one is okay. Look at that one over there, what is he wearing? He's like a ball. I'm afraid he'll just roll on the ground soon."

"That's right, hahaha, can't they dress a little more decently? I feel embarrassed when I think about competing with this group of people."

"It's because Her Royal Highness is so kind that commoners were not eligible to participate before."

"It was only changed this year. If I had been born a year earlier, we wouldn't have had to go through so much trouble."

"Forget it, I won't say anymore. I'm going to go first. See you in the finals later."

Emenas College is the continent's most renowned legendary academy, a dream for countless people. Graduates are welcomed by various nations and organizations, and many of them have become leaders in their respective countries and organizations. It's no exaggeration to say that nearly half of the continent's high-level experts come from this academy. Anyone who can influence the minds of these students can indirectly influence the world.

However, the academy has always maintained a strict neutrality, never taking sides or openly supporting any party. This is a principle established since the school's inception. Due to the chaos disaster a thousand years ago, the various races joined forces to resist the enemy, and after nearly 20 years of tug-of-war, they finally achieved a tragic victory.

After the war, the sages of the various races announced the establishment of a joint academy to train civilized fire guardians for the world and prepare for the next disaster. Enrollment quotas were allocated to nations and organizations based on region and population. Furthermore, those who made outstanding contributions to the academy would receive special letters of recommendation, recommending their students or disciples for admission.

The academy admits approximately 1,200 new students each year, of which approximately 500 are allocated to the Green Empire. Of these, the great nobles, churches, and various organizations receive over 300, leaving only a little over 200 spots for the various cities across the vast empire. A medium-sized city like Ike City naturally only has one spot.

Isaiah's second sister married the current Earl of Wolfthorn, who was a direct vassal of the Duke of Griffin. As one of the four great ducal families, the Duke of Griffin naturally held many vacancies. The Countess, who loved her younger brother, begged her husband and obtained a vacancies from the Duke of Griffin.

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