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"What?! Lord Hel actually took him as a disciple?!" A wave of gasps erupted from the crowd, the murmurs rising and falling like ocean waves.
The chubby boy felt countless gazes upon him—some curious, some doubtful, some disdainful, and even a few envious. He took a deep breath, striving to remain calm, his gaze steady and focused ahead.
Hel surveyed the surroundings, an invisible pressure emanating from him, gradually silencing the crowd.
"I know many of you are puzzled by my decision, even dissatisfied," Hel said in a deep and powerful voice. "But I must tell you, this chubby boy possesses extraordinary potential beyond what you can imagine; he will become a formidable warrior!"
As Hel spoke, he patted the chubby boy's shoulder, his tone filled with affirmation.
"Lord Hel, I will do my best!" the chubby boy declared, puffing out his chest and responding loudly.
"Hmph, just a waste of space relying on bloodline power. What qualifications do you have to represent the academy in the competition?" A cold laugh rang out from the crowd as a tall young man with blonde hair and blue eyes stepped forward. Dressed in an extravagant robe of magic and wielding an exquisite longsword at his waist, he was none other than Pifu, the tenth prince of the Holy Roman Empire.
Pifu approached the chubby boy, looking down at him with disdain in his eyes. "You? You think you can represent the academy in the competition? That's simply delusional!"
The chubby boy clenched his fists, suppressing his anger; he knew Pifu was deliberately trying to provoke him.
"Prince Pifu, please show some respect in your words!" A clear voice chimed in beside the chubby boy. A girl in a white dress stepped forward; she had long, shiny black hair and big watery eyes, her features delicate and her skin fair as snow, resembling a beautiful lotus flower emerging from water.
"Aelia, what are you doing here?" Pifu asked with surprise flashing in his eyes, his tone softening slightly.
"Why can't I be here?" Aelia retorted, a hint of dissatisfaction in her voice.
"I..." Pifu was momentarily at a loss for words.
"Pifu, watch your language," Hel said coldly. "This chubby boy is my disciple; his strength is not for you to judge."
"Hmph, strength?" Pifu sneered. "Then let me experience his skills firsthand!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Pifu drew his longsword from his waist, pointing its blade directly at the chubby boy as a powerful magical aura radiated from him.
Feeling the powerful aura emanating from Pifu, the Fat Man's expression became serious.
"Come on!" The Fat Man took a deep breath and assumed a fighting stance.
Seeing this, Hel frowned slightly, wanting to intervene, but was stopped by Joker Elder beside him.
"Let them fight. It's normal for young people to have a bit of fire," Joker Elder said with a smile. "Besides, this is a good opportunity to test the Fat Man's strength."
Hel hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded in agreement with Joker Elder's suggestion.
"Fat Man, don't let me down," Hel silently thought to himself.
"I'll prove it to you!" A determined look flashed in the Fat Man's eyes as he initiated the attack.
With a roar, the Fat Man swung the wooden sword in his hand and charged at Hel. Each step he took caused the ground to tremble slightly, showcasing his immense strength. However, Hel simply dodged to the side with ease, avoiding the Fat Man's attack.
"Too slow!" Hel said in a deep voice as he kicked the Fat Man in the stomach.
The Fat Man let out a muffled groan and was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground. He struggled to get up but felt sore all over and couldn't muster any strength.
"You have power, but your speed is too slow and your reactions are too dull," Hel said sternly, looking down at the Fat Man. "At this rate, you'll never grasp the essence of Military Killing Path."
Gritting his teeth, the Fat Man got back up. He knew Hel was right; his current strength was far from enough.
"Lord Hel, please continue to guide me!" The Fat Man took a deep breath and said with determination in his eyes.
Hel nodded slightly and said, "Follow me."
Hel turned and walked toward the training grounds, with the Fat Man quickly following behind.
They arrived at a secluded valley filled with an ancient and mysterious aura.
"This is..." The chubby man looked around, feeling a sense of unease in his heart.
"This is one of the forbidden areas of the academy, known as the Trial Ground," Hel explained. "It is filled with various challenges, and only those who pass these trials can truly comprehend the essence of the Military Killing Path."
Hearing this, the chubby man felt both nervous and excited. He had always longed to become stronger, and now, the opportunity lay right before him.
"Are you ready?" Hel asked.
"I'm ready!" The chubby man took a deep breath and nodded firmly.
"Good! Then follow me."
With that, Hel stepped into the valley first. The chubby man followed closely behind, and the two of them disappeared into the mist.
Joker Elder and Pisman stood outside the valley, watching their figures fade away, both displaying worried expressions.
"I hope this kid can make it through," Joker Elder murmured.
"He has great potential, but whether he can break through himself depends on his own fortune," Pisman said solemnly.
As they spoke, a series of deafening roars suddenly echoed from within the valley, as if some terrifying monster was about to break free from the ground. Joker Elder and Pisman exchanged glances, each seeing a hint of seriousness in the other's eyes.
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