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“Black Iron Plate?” Ziyu was taken aback, looking ahead, but there was no Black Iron Plate.
“It’s the wall right in front of you,” the person reminded again.
So this room has a wall made of Black Iron Plate.
“Should I attack with all my strength? How should I do it?” Ziyu asked.
“Do as you wish. Whatever level you can reach within five seconds is fine. There are limitations on the number of attacks and methods; you cannot use external objects like bombs, but you can use weapons,” the voice said.
Ziyu nodded and pondered for a moment.
“Are you ready?” the person asked.
Ziyu walked up to the Black Iron Plate, took a deep breath, and said, “I’m ready.”
“Start the timer.”
Ziyu extended his arms, and the Battle Armor appeared instantly. The arm part of the Battle Armor detached from Ziyu and floated in the air, having its own independent propulsion.
Under Ziyu's command, the arm part began to charge a Laser for three seconds, while Ziyu himself held a sword...
“Sword Qi…” A white light flashed on the blade of Ziyu's sword, detaching and flying out. As the sword Qi was released from the blade, more sword Qi appeared on Ziyu's sword. He swung it backhandedly and sent it out again.
“Bang bang… bang.” Three sounds echoed, but just as Ziyu was about to release another sword Qi, that voice interrupted him. The Black Iron Plate had been blasted with a large dent.
“Time’s up. Qualified. You have passed and can enter this year’s freshman class Class Twenty.”
Ziyu was directly assigned to a class.
Ziyu looked at Ye Ling and suddenly thought of something.
Since the class was randomly assigned, even if Ye Ling entered the Mystic Practitioner Academy, it didn't necessarily mean they would be in the same class.
"The classes are randomly assigned, but aside from attending classes together, the members of the class have the freedom to act as they wish," the person seemed to have seen through Ziyu's thoughts and explained.
"Oh, I see," Ziyu said, realizing it and chuckling as he walked back.
"Ye Ling, you go ahead, don't hold back," Ziyu said.
However, Ye Ling's attacks definitely couldn't compare to Ziyu's. It was unclear what the baseline for entering the Mystic Practitioner Academy was.
Ye Ling walked up to the Black Iron Plate with a Kallok Metal spear in hand.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes."
The hardness of Kallok Metal against Xuan Iron was almost like child's play... Without the sword energy Laser, Ye Ling performed surprisingly well, not much worse than Ziyu.
"Good, passed," entering the Forty-Fifth Class.
In fact, this class ranking was based on potential, and Ziyu's class was regarded with more importance than Ye Ling's.
In fact, if Ziyu did not release the sword energy and instead wrapped it around the sword, combined with the hardness of Kallok Metal, the effect might be even better. However, this would not necessarily guarantee entry into a good class at Mystic Practitioner Academy.
This is because Mystic Practitioner Academy teaches Mystical Arts, not brute force. In comparison, the potential of Ziyu, who excels in non-physical attacks, is higher than that of Ye Ling, who uses physical attacks, despite having similar grades.
Mystic Practitioner Academy places greater emphasis on the ability to learn Mystical Arts.
"Not bad," Ziyu said with a smile as he approached Ye Ling, who was still unaware of these matters.
"Please take care of me, Ziyu," Ye Ling replied playfully.
"Wait at the door for a moment; someone will come to pick you up soon," a voice echoed again.
"Thank you, senior." Both Ziyu and Ye Ling bowed and called out to Zero-Sum Emperor as they walked outside.
Even if they did not know who the other person was, basic courtesy was still necessary.
"This place is so big..." As Ziyu reached the exit and entered the official area of Mystic Practitioner Academy, he was surprised by how spacious it felt.
"There’s something off about the space here," said the Emperor. "It seems to have been modified and folded, which is why it appears several times larger than it does from the outside."
"Yes, I feel it too," Zero added.
Zero-Sum Emperor is a Mechanical Life, with many sensors inside its body, making it particularly sensitive to such changes.
"Modified space?" Ziyu felt intrigued; previous wormholes and spatial folds were temporary, but this was a stable space that existed long-term.
"How amazing is this technology that occupies less external space to gain more internal space," Ziyu exclaimed.
But there was no technology here; everything abnormal in this world was created by the Transcendent and Refiner mages.
Every Mystic Practitioner Academy has a powerful Expansion Formation beneath it.
"Are you two the new students?" Two people approached, a man and a woman. The woman spoke.
Ziyu turned to look; the woman was dressed in blue, giving off an ethereal vibe, with a beautiful face adorned by a gentle smile. The man appeared elegant, a handsome figure.
"I am Lan Bing'er from Class Twenty," the woman said. "Ziyu, I'm here to pick you up."
"Thank you, senior," Ziyu replied politely, then noticed Ye Ling beside her.
Ye Ling, dressed in pink, looked very cute, not at all inferior to Lan Bing'er.
"Ye Ling, I... I am Kewenshi from Class Forty-Five," the man introduced himself, clearly indicating that both of them had been instructed.
In front of Ye Ling, the man lost his previous elegance and seemed somewhat shy; it appeared he was also nervous in front of unfamiliar beautiful women.
"We will each take you to our respective areas to settle down... As for when you can meet again, let's wait until everything is taken care of," Lan Bing'er said playfully, completely at ease. "I'm not a senior; I'm only nineteen, so I should be younger than you."
"Uh... isn't the senior-junior distinction based on enrollment time?" Ziyu responded speechlessly.
"Then just call me Bing'er directly; work hard for me in the future," Lan Bing'er said with a grin.
"Can you wait a moment? I have someone with me outside, and I need to say goodbye." Ziyu pulled Ye Ling and was about to leave. Liao Village Chief was still waiting.
"Alright, many new students have this request. You two go ahead," Lan Bing'er waved her hand.
Watching Ziyu and Ye Ling walk away, Lan Bing'er looked at Kewenshi.
"Doesn't Senior Ke feel his heart racing when he looks at Junior Sister Ye Ling? But she's already with Ziyu."
"What are you talking about?" Kewenshi's face turned red.
"Haha..." Lan Bing'er immediately laughed.
"You know, when a guy picks up a girl and a girl picks up a guy, what does that mean..." Ziyu said helplessly on the way.
"Uh... just a coincidence," Ye Ling rolled her eyes at Ziyu.
"Hey... just make sure you don't get involved with anyone else," Ziyu rubbed his nose.
"The one who should be warned is you!" Ye Ling lightly punched Ziyu.
The two of them walked through a beautiful tree-lined path and arrived at the original spot.
"Liao Village Chief!" Ziyu greeted. A figure turned around not far away; it was indeed Liao Village Chief.
"Young brother Ziyu, how is it? Did you succeed?" Liao Village Chief asked.
"Of course we succeeded; we are about to check into the Mystic Practitioner Academy," Ziyu said with a smile. "What about those two kids?"
"The kids also succeeded. This old man has to go back by himself... Ziyu, little brother, if you have the chance, please take care of the kids. They don't understand much; don't let them get bullied, and don't let them bully others either," Liao Village Chief said. "I'm quite relieved about Xiaoxuan, but Xiaorong... sigh..."
"Don't worry, Liao Village Chief. If I can, I will definitely pay more attention to them," Ziyu replied.
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After some small talk and reminders, Ziyu and the others returned to the reception area.
"Not bad; you didn't keep us waiting for long," Lan Bing'er said when she saw Ziyu come back quickly, pouting slightly.
"Hehe... of course not," Ziyu said. "Let's get on with what we need to do."
"Zero, you accompany Ye Ling; Di, you follow me," Ziyu instructed the two Mechanical Life forms.
"Okay..." Di said, feeling somewhat speechless. Although he came here to survive, he had hoped to be independent, yet he ended up as Ziyu's follower...
The group split into two and headed in their respective directions.
"Bing'er, why were you the ones to come pick us up? Is there some kind of rule about this?" Ziyu asked.
"Are you saying you didn't want me to guide you?" Lan Bing'er tilted her head and looked at Ziyu sideways.
"Uh... that's not what I meant... I was just curious; it's not like anyone can just come pick someone up," Ziyu replied.
"It works like this: there is a Serial Number within the class. The first one to enter is number one, the second is number two... and so on. The first ten to enter are arranged by the instructor, and after that..."
"The eleventh is guided by number one, the twelfth by number two... the twenty-first by number eleven..."
In other words, it follows a pattern of ten numbers apart.
"What number are you?" Ziyu couldn't help but ask.
"Eight-three," Lan Bing'er replied. "Although the Serial Number is at the back, my grades are not lagging behind."
"That's a big number... so I must be ninety-three..." Ziyu said helplessly. "If your student number were reversed, mine would be smaller."
"You mean... my student number should be thirty-eight, right?" Lan Bing'er cast a devilish look at her angelic face.
Ziyu immediately looked ahead and stopped talking.
"Hehe... number thirty-eight is quite a strong man," Lan Bing'er laughed.
"A strong man..." Ziyu was speechless.
"Alright, this is the place." Lan Bing'er led Ziyu and Di to the Class Twenty area of the Registration Office.
"Fill this out... fill this out... and this one too." Lan Bing'er handed three forms to Ziyu.
The first two were the Identity Form and the Commitment Form, while the last form was the Puppet Registration Form.
This is not a purely Xuanhuan world; there are still traces of an Original Universe's processes.
"Advanced Puppet, independent thought, capable of combat." As Ziyu was struggling with what to select in the Puppet category, the Emperor spoke up.
"Your Puppet is quite special," Lan Bing'er said. "Other Puppets won't move without commands. Let alone give you hints."
"Exactly, hehe..."
In the Mystic Practitioner Academy, Puppets are not uncommon.
"Alright, it's done." Lan Bing'er let out a sigh of relief when she saw Ziyu submit the completed form. "The remaining choices of housing and location will be much easier. Follow me."
Lan Bing'er continued walking ahead while Ziyu followed.
"There are no commercial places within the Mystic Practitioner Academy, but general supplies for new students are available and free," Lan Bing'er explained.
"The First Strongest is truly a great person..." Ziyu thought. Everything is free for the first time... But then again, it makes sense; The First Strongest lacks nothing.
"You'll soon be an apprentice at the Mystic Practitioner Academy! Haha."
[End of Chapter]
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