"Pretending." At this moment, Messi stepped forward and said, "Kid, I'll knock you down first, and then I'll knock down that barrel-dwarf behind you."
"Please go easy on him." Povich shook his head helplessly, gave Wang Han another word of advice, and then picked up the recording crystal to begin recording. He then said very formally, "The first-tier swordsman professional assessment is now beginning."
“Peng…”
As soon as Povic finished speaking, a loud bang echoed throughout the academy. Wang Han appeared where Messi had been standing, casually flicking his blood-stained fist to shake off the blood. Messi had vanished from the spot, leaving only a large cloud of blood mist behind.
"This..." Everyone was stunned.
"Holy crap, a single punch can turn a person into a bloody mist? Is the power of a god really that great?" Reg's eyes widened in astonishment. He could understand using weapons and sword energy, but this was just an ordinary punch. To turn a living person into a bloody mist with a single punch—how terrifying must the power and speed of that punch be?
"Gulp..." Everyone swallowed hard. A voice in their hearts kept telling them that this was definitely a super-level expert, and definitely not an ordinary super-level expert, because they had never seen such a terrifying scene before.
"Dean Popovich, is the swordsman assessment over?" Wang Han called out to Popovich.
“This… Mr. Wang Han, although, although you are a professional saint, but, but Teacher Messi is, after all, an aristocrat…” Hearing Wang Han call his name, Dean Povic came back to his senses, looking like he wanted to say that Wang Han had killed someone but dared not say it, and was at a loss for words.
"It's just a nobleman, is it really that big of a deal!" Reg looked at Povic, who seemed a bit lost and hesitant to speak, and took out his professional rank badge, saying, "This is my professional rank badge. Killing a madman who spoke rudely to us shouldn't be a problem, even if he's a nobleman. If the city guards ask about it later, just say that I, Reg, killed him."
"No problem, sir, he was courting death." Upon seeing Reg's professional rank badge, Povic was immediately terrified—God-level. No one would question a God-level dwarf for the sake of a worthless noble, even if the dwarf was from another country. Because no one wanted to offend a powerful God-level dwarf for an unimportant person or matter. A nation wouldn't offend a God-level dwarf for the death of a minor noble like Sitch, especially since Sitch had spoken rudely first, and the killer was someone addressed as "sir" by the God-level dwarf.
“Now that there are no more problems, let’s announce the assessment results,” Reg said.
"Yes." Popovich quickly responded, then announced to Wang Han, "Respected Mr. Wang Han, you have passed the swordsman assessment."
After the promotion, Povic immediately made a note of it on Wang Han's badge.
The way they promote it seems a bit strange, but as long as you pass the assessment, it's fine.
"Then let's proceed with the next magic assessment!" Wang Han said, glancing at the other teachers. This immediately sent chills down their spines.
"Ouch... Headmaster, I suddenly have a stomachache." A teacher wearing a magic robe suddenly clutched his stomach and said, then immediately ran away.
"Ouch, Dean, my stomach is hurting too! I can't take it anymore, it hurts so bad. You guys can continue the assessment." Another swordsman instructor also ran off clutching his stomach.
"Ouch, ouch..."
"Dean, my stomach is starting to hurt too."
"Dean, I have diarrhea today."
"Dean, I have diarrhea too."
"Dean, my period has started."
The other teachers also realized what was happening and quickly made up excuses, clutching their stomachs as they ran away.
“I…” Povich looked at all the teachers who had slipped away, opened his mouth, and finally looked at Wang Han.
"Ouch, my stomach hurts too. I must have eaten something wrong in the cafeteria. That awful cafeteria, the food they cook today must be unsanitary. Mr. Wang Han, let's talk about the assessment later!" Popovich said to Wang Han, clutching his stomach, and quickly chased after the departing teacher.
"Can I compete with a swordsman in the magic assessment?" Wang Han asked Reg.
"None of their business," Reg said, scoffing.
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"The mage assessment has nothing to do with us swordsmen!" Popich, who had already run into the toilet, suddenly said from the other side.
The other teachers were stunned for a moment upon hearing this, and then all looked at one of the only two magicians in the academy who had run into the toilet with them.
"Um... um... can I not go?" The academy's only magician immediately broke out in a sweat.
“Teacher Shuitian, you are the only magic teacher in the academy who is not currently busy, so the important task of the assessment will be entrusted to you…” Popich stepped forward and patted the male magician on the shoulder.
"Ah..." Before the dean could finish speaking, the male mage suddenly screamed and fell to the ground. He then pointed to the dagger stuck in his leg and said, "Dean, I'm injured. I don't know whose knife is stuck in my leg. I can no longer fight at full strength. I'm afraid I can't take on this important task. Dean, you should find someone else."
"...The other teachers. 'That's really ruthless. Wasn't that knife your own?'"
“Dean, I think we should think of another way,” said Teacher Sitch.
"If only I could refuse! I'll just have to do it myself." Povich sighed in the end. Unfortunately, the academy didn't allow anyone to refuse the assessment for the same professional level, and once the form was filled out and the video was recorded, the assessment had to be completed. There was no way to fake it; there would be specialists carefully checking each one.
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Five minutes later, while Wang Han and Reg waited in boredom, Povic returned to the playground alone with a look of utter despair. Forcing a smile that looked more like a cry, he said to Wang Han, "Respected Mr. Wang Han, the assessment continues. I will personally assess you, so please be lenient."
"Yes, please," Wang Han said, gesturing for the other party to begin the assessment.
"Yes." Popich responded immediately, and said in a very formal but frightened, tearful voice, "The first-tier mage professional assessment shall now begin."
As soon as he finished announcing it, Povich immediately raised his magic wand.
"Whoosh..." Just as Povich raised his magic staff halfway, Wang Han shot out more than a dozen blazing fireballs that surrounded him.
“I concede,” Popovich shouted immediately.
Wang Han waved his hand, and the fireball disappeared into thin air.
'He can actually control the magic that has already been released; he's also at the super-rank level,' thought Popovich to himself, and immediately announced, 'The second magician assessment has been passed.'
After making the announcement, Povic immediately ran to the side, picked up the recording crystal and form, made some notes, then entered the information into the badge, and respectfully handed the badge to Wang Han, saying, "Mr. Wang Han, congratulations on passing the test."
“Okay.” Wang Han nodded and said to Reg, “Reg, let’s go to the second-tier academy.”
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