This was an ambitious student.

The old principal was very gratified.

It was just that speaking about Hannah’s matters was indeed inconvenient.

So he recited a few numbers—"18958."

Jay Brown lifted his head, somewhat puzzled.

Before he had a chance to ask, the old professor explained, "Do you know who is currently first on the combat simulation ranking board?"

"Wayne Lane," Jay Brown answered.

The old principal nodded, "Then do you know what Wayne Lane’s peak value in combat simulation is?"

Jay Brown certainly knew.

He had studied the academy’s rankings before he even entered the school.

From first to the hundredth, he remembered the scores of every individual by heart.

"It’s 12869."

The old principal nodded, "Correct, it is 12869. Now, there’s no need for me to say much more, right?"

Jay Brown paused for a moment, then quickly understood.

In that instant, something seemed to ignite in his eyes. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

It was shock, as well as desire.

was Hannah’s peak combat simulation value.

Peak values have no limit, but over so many years, there were very few people who had broken through one hundred thousand.

Wayne Lane was one of them.

Yet even someone as outstanding as him was still outscored by Hannah by sixty thousand points.

"How could there be such a huge difference?"

Jay Brown could hardly suppress the shock in his tone.

The old principal just stroked his beard, saying no more.

This question, he couldn’t answer accurately either.

Perhaps it was because of talent, or perhaps because of mental strength.

But the old principal leaned towards another explanation.

It was character.

Wayne Lane’s nature was resolute, seemingly cold and indifferent, but inside he still harbored his own concerns and doubts.

But Hannah was different.

She seemed like... she cared about nothing?

The gazes of others, their perspectives, their praises and curses.

She always had her own set of rules and viewpoints, living only in her own world, growing wildly and unrestrainedly.

Perhaps it was also because of this character trait that she was always able to maintain true calm during combat.

Because she didn’t care.

*

The fifth day of the journey through Blackwood Forest.

The journey marked on the map was already more than halfway completed.

On the road, they had encountered mutant beasts twice.

During their breeding season, mutant beasts became extraordinarily aggressive, so much so that even when injured they seemed not to feel pain, desperately lunging forward regardless of the consequences.

Sharp teeth and claws were their most powerful weapons.

In both encounters, Hannah and Arnold Simmons’s cooperation was extremely harmonious.

One in front and one behind, they quickly dealt with the trouble at hand.

As for Gregory Lawrence...

Gregory Lawrence’s combat strength wasn’t low, but his timidity was a big problem.

He would help, but couldn’t help letting out a few screams while doing so.

Perhaps it was a way of venting the fear in his heart.

By the time they had dealt with the last mutant beast, Gregory Lawrence was so exhausted he simply sat down on the ground.

He didn’t mind the bloodstains and the corpse of the mutant beast on the ground, just leaning against a tree trunk to catch his breath.

Arnold Simmons put away his weapon, his first action was to check if Hannah was injured.

Their mental strength was not low.

But mental strength wasn’t much help in a brawl; the only advantage was that it made the healing process faster after sustaining injuries.

Before the fight, Hannah had changed into a set of dark clothes, so even now she didn’t appear too disheveled, except for a bit of sweat and slightly labored breathing.

Arnold Simmons grabbed her wrist, looking at the traces of blood in her palm.

"It’s not my blood." She looked up at the man in front of her and smiled, "I told you, I’m pretty formidable."

No injuries.

Arnold Simmons breathed a sigh of relief.