Chapter 62 Monthly Assessment

The rainy night of the weekend has ended, and the coolness has ended, forgotten by the next hot weather, as if it had never come; just like a beautiful girl that night, she never appeared again, and the hazy side face in the night was like a dream. But Lance knew very well that everything was not a dream, but a real existence.

The fourth week of the college has arrived, and the training of each class of the martial arts department has reached the most critical moment, and no one dares to be distracted at this time. Of course, the students of the Ministry of Magic and the political department are also studying intensively, which can be seen from their hurried footwork after eating lunch. It is also because of this that Ai Jialin has not appeared at the door of Class 2 of the Martial Arts Department to have dinner with Betsy these days.

In this week, Class 2 of the Martial Arts Department ushered in another happy event. Another student succeeded in hitting the middle-level warrior realm. He is Murphy from the north of Serbia... Of course, this is a happy event for him and his mentor Arus. Of course, it is also a real happy event for Class 2 of the Martial Arts Department, but it is not clear. Is it a happy event for some of the students in the class who vow to enter the library...

It's the fourth week, Friday... Lance is standing in a smooth iron ball with sweat to hone his fighting spirit. Not far away, Becky was sitting cross-legged, and Yarus's tutor was guiding her fighting spirit beside her. Not far away, Murphy of the new competition was honored to become the third student in the class to receive special care. His legs trembled and stood on an iron ball of the same size as Lance to refine his fighting spirit. Although his legs trembled with hard work, his eyes were extremely bright. It is thought that teenagers from northern Serbia have unusual feelings for hard training. They usually think that the harder they practice, the more effective they will be.

Murphy secretly glanced at Lance, who stood still on the iron ball in the distance, and groaned coldly in his heart: Even if you enter the intermediate level first... Combat skills are not innate. If you are defeated, the girl named Betsy is not afraid. The books in the library are mine!

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"Okay, let's all together!" The heroic words of Yarus' mentor suddenly resounded on the training ground...

The students ran neatly to the tutor in the shortest time and lined up.

"Well, that's good!" Yarus's tutor nodded. Tomorrow is the monthly assessment of the class. You are in a good state. But here, I have one more thing to announce.

The students stood still. Although everyone was curious about what the tutor said, no one whispered to each other.

Yarus's tutor deliberately paused for a moment to see how the students would react. The scene in front of him undoubtedly made him very satisfied. He nodded again and said, "It's about the library, so I specially selected it to announce it to you today. In addition to the independent magic department, this news is still a secret for the time being. That's the battle for the quota of the library!"

"This year, there are eight classes in the martial arts department. More than 300 people have been selected from tens of thousands of candidates. You are all elites. Now there are an average of about 40 people in each of the eight classes. If you can get the first place in tomorrow's monthly assessment, you will be eligible to participate in the battle of the library.

It's about the library, and the students finally stopped calming down, and finally someone began to whisper.

"What's the matter? Why haven't I heard about the battle of the library?"

"Yes... What's going on? Isn't the winner who won the first grade in the class enter the library to select books..."

The students were talking, and the Yarus tutor said again: "Cough! Be quiet! I know you are all surprised now. Listen, at first, in order to encourage you to practice hard, you did not tell all the details of the battle of the library. In fact, it is not possible to enter the library by getting the first place in the monthly assessment of the class. The college has also arranged a book pavilion war, and only the top three of the battle are eligible to enter it!"

"What...how could it be like this..." Some students suddenly turned pale, and it was not easy to win the first place in the class, not to mention that they had to compete again among the many firsts.

"Oh my God...what can I do..."

Tutor Arus stretched out his hand and pressed it down, signaling the students to be quiet. This time, he did not make a sound to stop it, because he knew very well that the students who suddenly heard the news must be a little uncontrollable. When the discussion calmed, he continued, "This is the rule of the college over the years. No matter how many students are taken and how many classes are divided, the battle of the library only takes the top three! That is to say, tomorrow, the last day of this week's class monthly assessment, must win the first place in order to participate in the college's library battle scheduled for next Tuesday, and eight of the eight classes will be three out of three, that is to say, five class champions will be eliminated!"

Hearing this, the students are no longer talking...

Although there are three intermediate warriors in the class at this moment, one is a civilian who doesn't seem to be very good at fighting, and the other is an aristocratic girl, except for the newly promoted teenager Murphy, who may be a little tricky. But it's not a big problem for these students who are determined to the library. Some of them are also from the north, with extremely rich combat experience, and have reached the limit of junior warriors. At this time, if they fight, the postgraduate entrance examination is not only the cultivation of fighting spirit, but also the grasp of battle, experience, skills, luck, etc. Others are noble children, who have some family fighting skills. It has incredible power to defeat the enemy in battle, so although there are three intermediate warriors in front of them, those in the class with the determination to enter the library did not give up.

At this time, I heard the tutor say that the monthly assessment was not a decisive battle, and there was a battle of eight out of three books. The tutor said it at this time with good intentions. If he told everyone the news when he was admitted to the hospital, it is likely that most of them will lose confidence and not do their best in this month's practice. However, at the last moment, they finally reported it. There are many students who have worked hard for a month, and even many students who were preparing before entering the college. Naturally, it is impossible to give up. At this time, they will only work harder...

Looking at the surprise of the people, they were not decadent, but more brave. Teacher Arus smiled. Although he admired Lance very much, the students in the whole class were his students. Naturally, he would not favor the other. Now he is very happy to see everyone's fighting spirit.

"Well, today's training is over, and there will be no more training in the afternoon. You can adjust your body well and prepare for tomorrow's assessment! Now, disband all!"

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Becky has been very hard these days. You know, not long after she broke through and reached the intermediate warrior, her realm is still unstable. Yarus's tutor's teaching to her during this period was so strict that she couldn't talk to Lance on weekdays. Since the last massage in the forest, Betsy has become a little shy to be alone with Lance, but she thinks of him from time to time, which makes Betsy very entangled. When she broke through to the intermediate level that day and invited her friend Garlin and Lance to celebrate together, she may no longer be shy, but she has no time. Let's talk to Lance for dinner alone. Because the devil training of Yarus's mentor has begun...

At this time, when she heard the words of the dissolution, Becky was relieved and looked at the crowd. She saw Lance's back. She smiled and was ready to go and talk to her. Who knew that the voice of Arus's mentor was like a shadow. Betsy, where are you going? I didn't say that I would take your day off at noon today.

Ah? Do I have to continue training?" Becky stopped and looked back pitifully at the teacher Arus standing behind her.

"Well, you and Murphy are not allowed to leave. This is my duty." Yarus said.

Becky looked at the dark teenager standing next to Yarus's mentor and asked timidly, "Well, what about Lance?"

"Lance no longer needs to be tutored separately." Teacher Arus shook his head. What he has mastered in this realm is enough, and the next time needs to be thought out and digested by himself, but you two can't. There are still a lot of things to learn when you first enter the realm. Tomorrow is the monthly assessment battle, and there are some aspects that need to be paid attention to. Otherwise, fighting with people when the realm is unstable may be affected by some factors and hinder future practice..."

"Okay." Becky looked in the direction of Lance and followed Arus' mentor obediently...

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At night, in the forest on the border of the empire. The sacred light gradually concentrated in Lance's hand and compressed sharply, forming an extremely bright sphere in Lance's right hand.

This is another bright fighting skill since Lance practiced the temple stunt: God-given liberation. Although tomorrow is the monthly assessment war, Yarus' tutor told the students to adjust their bodies to prepare for the war. But Lance didn't care, because the monthly class assessment was really just a small matter for him, so he still walked to the forest after hard training swordsmanship and body as usual and began the seventh training of the day. If his idea is known by those students in the class who strive to surpass him to win the assessment, they will surely bleed...

After the training, his legs were filled with fighting spirit and walked home quickly. This was Lance's eighth and last training every day. At the same time, he exercised his leg muscles and body's ability to control fighting spirit.

After returning to the cabin, Lance meditated and rested. Tomorrow is the battle of the monthly assessment, but he is not thinking about tomorrow's battle at this moment, but closing his eyes and thinking that she will come to the battle of the library four days later...