Merlin walked onto the stage with an upright posture and steady steps. He glanced calmly at the crowd, and after announcing the rankings of several people, he was about to turn around and leave.

Just as he was about to step down from the stage, the students in the audience suddenly shouted his name in unison, as if they had agreed beforehand. The voices combined together, like surging waves, one after another, making people's eardrums hurt.

"President Merlin, show us your strength!"

"We have never seen the president take action before. Please show us your skills and open our eyes!"

"If President Merlin takes action, it will be easy for him to take first place. He is undoubtedly the strongest person in our academy!"

"I heard that when the president was still in school, he once broke into a forbidden area alone and escaped unscathed. His strength is simply astonishing!"

"Also, last time all the mentors convened, strong people from all sides gathered, and the president's speech shocked the whole audience. Those old guys all respected him very much!"

"Have you forgotten what happened at the Monster Mountain Range? If it weren't for Guild Master Merlin, I might not have been able to come back alive!"

"Hey, that's nothing. I told you I've seen Guild Master Merlin take action before, and it was a devastating blow!"

Stacy's brother, Kairos, and the elf students beside him said proudly, "President Merlin is more powerful than you can imagine. I was once beaten by President Merlin! I had no power to fight back!"

"Wow! Senior Kairos, you actually fought with President Merlin?"

"Oh my god, I'm so jealous!"

"I also want to be beaten hard by the president!"

Kairos laughed and pointed at the spot on his face. "See? This is the spot where I was kicked by President Merlin!"

"Wow--"

The other students were also extremely surprised when they heard the conversation here. Many races had heard of Kailos, and he was also a genius of the elven royal family.

I heard that Kairos was beaten up by first-year President Merlin, so how strong must President Merlin be now?

You are truly worthy of being President Merlin! A hundred years, no, a thousand years... Never mind, I’m still the number one magician for ten thousand years!

The students were chattering and discussing excitedly, their eyes full of enthusiasm and anticipation. They stood on tiptoe, craned their necks, and fixed their eyes on Merlin, as if by staring at him they could force him to agree to demonstrate his strength.

In their hearts, President Merlin was an unattainable legend, the pinnacle embodiment of the arcane. At this moment, they were eager to catch a glimpse of him and witness the legendary powerful force.

Merlin was dressed in a black robe, standing tall on the towering stone platform. On the surface, he looked calm and composed, with his hands behind his back, his deep eyes gazing calmly at the enthusiastic students below the stage, as if everything in the world was under his control.

But in fact, he was very panicked inside, like an ant on hot pan.

"What's going on?" Merlin complained to himself, beads of sweat quietly seeping out of his forehead. "Why am I being held up for no reason? And what are these guys chattering about? What forbidden place? Have I been to that kind of place? How come I have no impression of it at all?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly, full of doubts, and felt that these rumors were extremely absurd.

Merlin looked around, dumbfounded as he listened to the increasingly outrageous words. Is the Merlin described by these students as being so miraculous really himself?

Or maybe the academy's self-promotion was really too much, causing them to worship him so blindly that they were almost shaping him into an omnipotent guy.

At this time, Carl, Chris and others came over. Arthur took a few steps to Merlin with a sturdy posture, raised his hand and patted his shoulder with a gentle smile on his face. At the same time, he raised a thumb and said loudly: "President Merlin, the juniors are so enthusiastic about it, so you should show them. It's just right. We also want to see how much stronger you have become after not seeing you for a while."

"Yes, President Merlin, please give it a try." Carl nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of anticipation. His eagerness seemed to be overflowing, and he was looking forward to seeing the president's unique skills.

Stacy and Chris also looked at Merlin expectantly, with curiosity and longing in their eyes, as if in their eyes, what Merlin was about to present would be a visual feast that would shock the world.

As for Scarlett, she was standing aside at this moment, her face changed drastically, and her face was full of worry and fear. She was scared and bit her lower lip secretly, her hands clenched unconsciously.

She was well aware of Merlin's mystery and power. If he made a move and exceeded her score, the ten credits she had obtained would be gone.

Although she got second place and the reward was pretty good, there was still a long way to go before she could pay off her debts. How could she not be worried?

"How strong have I become?" Merlin's mouth twitched slightly, and he secretly groaned in his heart. He had been very busy these days, devoting himself to running his own business empire and racking his brains to think of how to consolidate the power of the Arcane Academy. He had no spare time to repair the chain.

Speaking of which, most time travelers have a common problem, that is, they are lazy and don't like to endure hardships. Merlin smiled bitterly to himself, he himself is no exception.

Looking back, the only highlight was probably the time when I fought desperately against the Ancient God Deacon in the World of Warcraft Mountains. The situation was critical at that time. If you didn't fight hard, you would die. If you fought hard, there might be a glimmer of hope. At the critical moment of life and death, people's potential exploded, and that's how we got through it.

But the situation now can't be compared with that time.

His power is all based on money. Using props crazily in public would damage his image.

"Merlin, I just want to see what your field is." Chris had a cheerful look on her face, with a gleam of inquiry in her eyes. Her tone seemed to indicate that Merlin was hiding some shocking trump card.

"My territory?" Merlin's mouth twitched when he heard this, and he groaned in his heart.

He had just broken through to the fourth-rank intermediate magician not long ago, and his foundation was still shallow. How could he have any domain power?

Not to mention those powerful orthodox fields, he doesn't even know the most basic minimalist fields.

Merlin forced himself to remain calm, his eyes sweeping across the expectant faces of the students below the stage, watching them cheering his name. For a moment he was at a loss for words, not knowing what to say to deal with this awkward situation.

"Calm down, stay calm!" Merlin kept encouraging himself in his heart, but the beads of sweat on his forehead became more and more dense.

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly rang in his mind. It was the moon goddess Selene in his body: "Little boy, do you want my help? Two thousand faiths, and I will help you get the first place directly."