The entire Arcane Hall suddenly turned into chaos, and the students looked at the ring with anticipation.

A student slowly chanted in the ring, slowly forming a formation in the air.

[First Order Magic: Flame Bullet]

Soon, the flame rushed towards Victor in front of him.

Victor just raised his finger, and the high-speed fireball instantly changed direction and struck at the student.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the students clapped their hands as they watched the stressless Victor, and a vine slammed into the smoke in front of them, wrapping the student around and throwing him out of the ring.

The student was in pain, slowly stood up, realized that he had fallen out of the ring, and watched as a 'D' score appeared on the flame canvas above Victor's head.

'Fail. ’

On top of another canvas, the number of people at each stage is counted.

The students only saw that the 'D' line was one more number.

And the number of ABC scores, all zero.

He could only shake his head, sigh, and leave silently.

Countless students felt the unparalleled pressure from Victor.

He didn't even take the initiative to attack, just passive defense was enough to make people feel his immobile and powerful mountain.

"Next."

An indifferent voice sounded faintly.

Instead of being deterred by Victor's strength, the students seemed to be more motivated and rushed to the ring.

Because Professor Victor said that he himself would not take the initiative, everyone wanted to be the one who could move Victor.

Just one step, as long as you can make Victor move one step!

Final exam, all passed!

There was already a long queue inside and outside the Arcane Hall, and the winding line stretched from the hall to the center of the academy's square.

Since the news was released in the morning, many students have stopped attending class, tossed their books aside, and hurriedly joined the team to wait to challenge Victor.

This incident also attracted other professors and lecturers.

After all, the students are gone, and they can't even notice if they want to.

The professors poured into the Arcane Pavilion, watching the battles that kept coming to the ring, which made them a little puzzled.

After learning the ins and outs, they were even more amazed.

After all, Victor's test, placed in any courtyard, is also quite explosive.

Although the other professors also said that they had the strength to crush the students, they did not fail to move.

After all, it's a wheel war.

Under the students' turns, the mage's own magic will always run out.

The longer you drag, the less energy you have to deal with the challenges that follow.

Not to mention making such rules like Victor.

As long as he is forced to move one step, then he loses.

"Well, Victor taught him...... It's really strong. ”

"yes, and it's a bit of a bad taste."

The other professors huddled in the audience, watching the scene with relish.

They nodded their heads in appreciation.

Victor's approach to education was really new to them.

Normally, they are only responsible for imparting the corresponding magical knowledge in class, and how students learn it depends entirely on their self-awareness.

After all, professors don't care about any of that.

Mages learn knowledge for their own responsibility, and students don't want to learn boring magic lessons, so they pay for themselves.

So every time the final exam comes, the next batch of poor students will be brushed up.

The Royal Academy of Magic ensures through such survival of the fittest that only excellent students can graduate smoothly.

Therefore, there are still very few people like Victor who directly educate these students physically and mentally.

The number of people challenging was increasing at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, but Victor still stood in the ring without moving a single step.

The defeated students felt the huge gap between themselves and Victor, and at the same time felt amazed, but also extremely disappointed and chagrined.

Each of them came to the stage with great self-confidence, but this self-confidence was quickly crushed by Victor after taking on the stage to challenge.

Despite countless attempts, Victor remained unmoved.

It's like Professor Victor in the ring, who doesn't feel tired at all.

His steady momentum as a mountain completely crushed the confidence of countless students.

Eventually, the students realized that Victor couldn't help Victor in a heads-up battle.

So, several students jumped into the ring at the same time and asked Victor:

"Professor, let's have no problem working together."

Victor nodded indifferently.

Heads-up or group fighting, for him.

There is no difference.

In an instant, the leading students waved their hands to the audience, and the black pressed figure suddenly appeared in the ring.

Victor swept it lightly, and there were about twenty of them.

Thankfully, the venue is large enough to accommodate the challengers in front of you.

The twenty challengers on the stage were already ready, and they were evenly distributed, building various magical formations in the air.

The sound of different chanting echoed in the air, and the silhouettes of elemental magic of different colors appeared in the air.

At this moment, the students seemed to see hope.

There is no chance to play alone, so it's finally okay to play as a group.

With so many mages attacking the professor at the same time, it won't be impossible to move a single step, right?

But Victor really didn't move, no one saw what he did, and the corners of his trench coat lit up with a green glow.

Rattan snaking from Victor's body towards the ground, rattan knotted, and wooden figures emerged from the rattan one after another.

They seemed to have life, and their heads glowed green.

It seems that he has developed a spirit and acts on his own.

At the moment when the students' magic was about to be constructed, countless tentacles suddenly appeared on the soles of the wooden figures, binding their bodies, and even the magic in their hands was suddenly forced to stop.

A girl is trapped in a wooden arm, struggling desperately. But her magic was as fragile as a bean sprout in the eyes of the wooden man, and she couldn't even break through its defenses.

The students were startled and could only scatter to avoid the rushing wooden figures, and the scene became chaotic for a while.

Victor stood in place, his voice cold:

"Ugly."

"If it's a real battle, do you think you'll be able to stand still safely?"

Listening to Victor's taunt, the students could only purse their mouths, a little ashamed.

Victor clapped his hands, and the wooden figure wrapped around the rattan lowered the girl.

Then, in unison, they retreated to Victor's side, motionless, as if they were faithful guards.

"Let's re-prepare and attack together."

His gaze swept over the students, and his tone was so cold that it was impossible to even tell if there was contempt in them.

The students glanced at each other and eventually walked to the front.

This time, Victor didn't bother, just watched indifferently as they chanted the magic again.

Huhuhuhu-

In an instant, all kinds of different elemental magic, as if turning into a rainbow, surged towards Victor.

Victor didn't look at it, and the trench coat on his body swayed slowly.

It was as if a cliff of heaven had suddenly fallen, blocking and isolating the seven-colored red light that had gathered together.

They could only watch as the magic blasted at Viktor's side, emitting a colorful glow.

Eventually, it was gone.

Everything happened so suddenly.

The students felt their feet slip and dozens of vines wrapped around their ankles, dropping them out of the ring.

As the crowd landed, a large 'D' was drawn on the curtain of flames above Victor's head.

"Next."

This time, the countless onlookers were all silent.

For the whole morning, Victor took on the challenges of an unknown number of students in a row.

As a result, no one could make him move half a step.

This time, I thought it was very promising, but it was useless to think that it would be useless to hold a group, and it was even more humiliating to lose.

Some students couldn't help but turn their expectant gaze to Erica, who was also watching.

Last year's freshman chief, the youngest second-order mage at present.

Most likely the strongest student of the year.

Perhaps, she has a chance, and she can force Professor Victor to move one step.

"Miss Erica! Go up and give it a try! ”

Someone was busy with Erica's side and proposed.

Soon, more students around me began to chim.

"Yes, yes! Miss Erica, you are strong for all to see! ”

The students' voices of anticipation did not make Erica move.

She sat quietly below, oblivious to the students around her.

just asked coldly:

"Why?"

One of the students spoke.

"If you're on the field, you'll be sure to get Professor Victor to ......"

"Then all of you, you can pass this final exam, right?"

Erica spoke the last words for them.

They looked at each other, but all they heard was Erica's faint snort.

"Do you want to use this illusory hope to achieve something that does not belong to you?"

"Well, I see what the professor is trying to do with this test."

Many students were confused by Erica's words.

They just want to fail at the end of the semester, what's wrong with them?

"People who are truly capable never pin their hopes on others."

"You can't pass the assessment, what does it have to do with me?"

"It's not that I can't get by."

After saying this, Erica didn't look at the students, stood up, held her head high, and walked through the crowd and left the Arcane Pavilion with her head held high, as haughty and graceful as a white swan with golden feathers.

They looked at Erica as she left, and suddenly realized something.

The genius of the Academy of Magic, Erica is not alone.

But why, until now, none of the top students have come up to challenge Victor?

Their gaze gradually fell on the crowd around them.

Then, they saw it.

Several students with different temperaments, holding their arms in their hands, quietly looked at the ring.

Many of them are very familiar, and they are also the geniuses of the Academy.

Even, these students have more seniority than Erica, and they serve in the student council of the Academy of Magic, and all of them are very good geniuses.

But none of these people showed up.

Compared to the other students, their focus didn't seem to be on how to get Professor Victor to move.

Instead, they focused on the antics of the students on stage, as if they were watching some big joke.

It was as if to say:

It's funny. ’

A chill came down from the spine, and under Erica's words, the men finally realized something.

This test, from beginning to end, was not a shortcut.

Contrary.

It's an education. ’

Why didn't any professor stop Victor, even the dean ignored Victor's actions?

Very simple.

There are really students who can pass the exam level and will not try to get any recognition here at Victor.

Because they all knew very well, no one could make Victor move.

So they won't come up to compare with Victor at all, and there is no need to come up and embarrass them.

Only those who clearly understand their inferior level will try to stand up to Victor and get a glimmer of hope from him.

From the very beginning, Victor made his words clear.

If he can move one step, then all members can pass the final assessment.

But he never said that if no one let him move, it would lead to everyone failing.

It's a show.

A great show for those who try to get something for nothing.

One after another, students who couldn't hold out for even three minutes stepped down one after another, and the number above Victor's head kept increasing.

But no one has ever been able to break through from 'D' to 'C'.

Victor still stood still, not moving a single step.

The trench coat on his body kept shaking in the ring with broken flowers and green leaves, and the sound of snorting seemed to mock the failed students.

He stood on the stage, indifferently watching one student after another continue to step forward, and the indifferent voice sounded over and over again:

"Next."