Dark Magus Returns-Chapter 84 The Low Class

Until a moment ago, all of the students were focused on the little game the disciples had set up. They were mesmerized by what they were seeing since the three no-names hadn't given up yet, but not mesmerized in a good way.

They had seen a number of students from clans get hit and have wounds on their bodies far less severe than the ones on the no-names that had already given up. It was unbelievable to them all.

In the society of Pagna, no-names were at the bottom of a caste system. They were only given the most basic of jobs. Their families were too poor to send their children to school, too weak to afford food to grow their strength. Because of this, no-names never broke the cycle and always remained at the bottom of the system.

They could only do small jobs to help others, leaving everyone to think of them as lesser people. It had been drilled into their heads so much that even the no-names believed it themselves.

They were just meant to give their lives to those who made the world go round.

This was why it was already a big shock to see no-names taking the assessment in the first place, and now to witness them putting up a fight, it wasn't encouraging to them, it was sickening.

The annoying bugs should have stayed down, and they deserved to get what was happening to them. For each time they stood up, it made the others feel lesser themselves. How could these lesser, dirty humans try to one-up them?

They all wanted to watch them fail, and fail miserably because if they passed, then it would mean a no-name was equal to them. However, all of these thoughts almost immediately disappeared from their heads for a moment when they had witnessed what Raze had just done.

"Hey, am I imagining things or did that rock move mid-air and go right towards his hands."

"No, you're not crazy. I saw it as well."

"Hey, hey, that's not the crazy part," another student said. "Are you forgetting who threw it? It was Mada, one of the leading disciples from the Flowing Force clan. He threw the thing with Qi, and he was able to catch it like it was nothing."

Both Pincer and Gunther had been watching the thing carefully, and Gunther himself was thinking of intervening. With the amount of force the last throw had, it wouldn't be so surprising when it hit that girl's chest that it could have killed her.

However, the academy didn't have to worry about these things, at least not with a no-name because there would be no one who could really complain about their death.

'Was it some type of palm suction technique?' Gunther thought. 'The stone, it moved as if it was magnetized toward his hand. It has to be a technique of some sort. There are many techniques from various different clans. If that child was able to pick up a demonic cultivation technique, then something like this wouldn't be out of the realm of possibilities.'

With the stone in his hand, Raze opened his fingers, allowing the stone to drop onto the floor. He wanted to throw it back with all of his might, but he was already injured and too tired for that.

These Clan members had more stamina and strength than them. They were either already stage 2 warriors or close to it.

Huffing and panting, trying to gather their breath back, Safa and Simyon had seen what Raze had done, and they had a feeling they knew exactly what it was that he was using right now.

"What is this, you think just because you got lucky you can stand there like that?" Mada's face was turning red. He was getting embarrassed. How could he have failed to take down the no-names, and most of all, his brother was watching him.

Picking up another one of the stones, he hurled it through the air again at full force. It went on the same path as before, it wasn't going for Raze or Simyon but instead it was going for Safa.

"Wind guide it to me," Raze whispered again.

It was a magic spell, one based on the new wind attribute he had gained. Since the object was fairly light, it could easily be influenced by a small amount of wind magic. Then before the stone would end up in his palm, the wind magic would create a small burst, slowing it down before it eventually went right into his hand again.

Raze opened his fingers, and the stone dropped to the floor.

There were audible gasps as they saw this. Since he had done the same thing twice in a row, it was clear it wasn't a fluke.

"Haha! So interesting," Ricktor claimed. "What an interesting technique this one has learned. I would have loved to have just let you go by, but the threat that you made against us before, I will have to take it as a serious one."

Kneeling down, Ricktor had picked up a stone from the ground and was ready to throw it until a loud bang interrupted him. It was the same bang from before, and they could see that Pincer had his two hands together, having finished his clap. 𝚋ｅｄ𝚗𝚘𝚟ｅ𝚕．𝚗ｅｔ

"The assessment is over, all of those that have yet to be eliminated, you have passed and are now able to head to the third part of the assessment!" Pincer declared.

As if it was a signal, immediately Safa and Simyon had collapsed onto the ground. However, Raze stayed on his feet and didn't look away from the five disciples.

"What a disgusting monster," Ricktor said, dropping the stone and walking away.

With the assessment being a relatively tough one, there were many that had sustained injuries. Those that didn't need to be healed were free to take a break and be treated to food and drink in the hall.

While the others, they had headed to a large hall where a team of physicians were making quick work of looking after all of the others. They were using a blend of plants, herbs, alchemy-made pills, as well as activating the Qi in their bodies through a touch of their own.

In the corner, it was Raze's turn to be looked at, but before the young man could get to him, a hand grabbed his fist.

"It's okay, I will deal with them. I know how to do this stuff," Gunther said.

The physician went away, leaving the medicine on the ground, and went to deal with Simyon and Safa.

Meanwhile, Gunther just handed over the bowl of a strange liquid paste to him, to apply it to himself.

"I thought I would help you out. I didn't want your secret to be revealed," Gunther winked. "You also seemed like the type that didn't like to be touched too much."

It was quite amazing to Raze how a person could tell so much from a look. Gunther was skilled in more ways than just his power and tools.

"Anyway, I came over to tell you something anyway. You should drop out of the next assessment."