Seeing that none of the teenagers were coming up, Damien frowned.

No one wanted to be the first to come up on stage.

After all, if they performed too badly, they would be laughed at and mocked by the others, and no one wanted that kind of embarrassment.

Just when he was about to select someone at random, someone stepped out.

It was the blind girl, Natasha.

An amused smile curled her lips as she walked toward the stage with light steps, almost as if she was floating.

Strangely, she was barefooted, as though wearing shoes was some kind of curse she refused to bear.

Amon watched her with intrigue.

He had a vague feeling that what she used during their battle wasn't her full strength at all.

And now he was about to find out the truth.

Damien raised his brows casually toward Natasha.

"Interesting," he grinned, "you're pretty confident."

As he finished speaking, Natasha was already on stage.

Her brown hair flowed gently, restricted in movement by the blindfold she had over her eyes.

Staring at Damien, she bowed slightly with a calm, practiced motion.

"Please block my attack."

She took a boxing stance, then tapped her right foot on the ground.

Her speed was so swift that Amon couldn't keep up with it at all.

It was more than three times the speed she had used during their fight.

Just as Amon had guessed, she had been holding back while fighting against him, and not by a small margin.

Just the thought of encountering a strong opponent was enough to make his heart race in excitement.

Meanwhile, back on stage…

Still with a hand in his pocket, Damien narrowed his eyes.

His expression was still relaxed as he brought his right hand to his face, almost lazily.

BOOM!

Like a terrifying bomb had exploded, the sound echoed in everyone's ears, shaking their hearts and minds.

Everyone was bewildered by how much force was behind the attack.

Despite that, after colliding with the instructor, Natasha was sent recoiling from the force of her own attack, sliding back with a sharp breath.

She took a moment to stabilize herself before looking at the instructor solemnly.

However, one could immediately sense a wave of fighting spirit stir within the young girl.

'Just how much does she love fighting?' Amon felt incredulous.

Damien casually shook his palm that had caught the blow before grinning with amusement.

"I'll give you 89. Your attack can be stronger, but you chose to fight without a weapon. Taking your own body as a weapon rather than relying on external forces is something worth praising," Damien commented.

"Thank you for the score." Natasha bowed calmly before retreating.

However, before she left the stage, she gave Damien a look filled with ambition and burning intent.

'The next time I face you, I'll definitely defeat you in one move!'

…

Seeing how easy the second entrance examination was compared to the first, the students were filled with surprise.

"That's it? It doesn't seem too difficult to score high," a fat youth with freckles on his face commented with a smirk.

He glanced at the others around him before continuing, "It seems only the first exam was the hardest. We just need to impress the instructor and we'll score high."

"True!" another youth agreed, his eyes filled with excitement.

A few more youths nodded, and before Natasha could even fully step down from the stage, one of them stepped forward.

It was a youth with dark brown hair with nothing else remarkable about him.

Although he was still worried, there was a look of confidence on his face, like he wanted to prove himself.

Finally, the youth stepped fully onto the stage, then bowed toward Damien.

"Please accept my move!"

With a loud yell he stretched his hand. "Fireball!"

As soon as he cast the attack his divine energy drained at an alarming rate, and a massive fireball condensed in midair.

The fireball was as large as ten balls stacked together, swirling with unstable heat.

Glowing with an intense fiery orange light, the fireball emitted a searing wave of heat.

SWOOSH!

The youth hurled it forward, sending the fireball toward Damien.

Damien's facial expression was still relaxed as he brought his right palm forward casually, almost bored.

The fireball left a trail of flames in its wake as it clashed onto his palm.

BOOM!

A terrifying explosion erupted as the flame detonated, engulfing the instructor in a burst of fire.The youth's face paled instantly.

"Is… he dead?" he muttered in fear, thinking he had killed the instructor by accident.

"You can't even harm a hair on my body after training for a hundred years, not to talk of killing me," Damien declared with an arrogant laugh.

The dust cleared to reveal the messily dressed man still looking the same, like nothing had happened to him at all.

Seeing this, ripples of astonishment spread through the youths.

Not even a single part of Damien's clothing had been burnt off in the attack, hence the reason for their shock and disbelief.

Damien seemed to ponder briefly, gauging how strong the attack was before commenting,

"33 points, next."

At his words the teenagers were once again startled.

"That massive fireball and he only got 33 points? Isn't that unfair?"

"The fireball even looked stronger than the attack of that blind girl," another boy quipped.

"Is the instructor purposefully being unfair because she comes from a better off family?" a lady muttered the thought in everyone's heart which they didn't dare say aloud.

A sharp voice cut through the murmurs of the crowd.

"You there. Come on stage."

Everyone turned and realized that Damien was talking to the girl who had just spoken.

The girl's face turned pale immediately.

"Instructor… I didn't mean—" Her voice was filled with nervousness as she pleaded.

Still, she didn't dare disobey the instructor's word and was already walking up to the stage with fast steps, her fear almost visible.

She arrived a moment later.

"Attack me," the instructor said with a smile.

No one could tell if he was angry at her previous careless remarks or not.

"Ah… okay." The girl nodded, then silently closed her eyes.

The whole place fell silent, and even Amon watched, curious at what the girl was trying to do.

A silent pulse rippled through the air, and after more than a minute passed, the girl opened her eyes.

"Mental attacks don't work on me. Three points, next."

"You!" The girl's face twisted into one of disbelief.

"You're purposefully bullying me because I insulted you previously!" She tried to garner the sympathy of the crowd.

But Damien just laughed.

"So what if I'm being unfair? I'm in charge of the examination, and I can give whatever score I want. What are you going to do about it?"

Hearing his shameless words, the students were speechless.

"DAMIEN!" A vein bulged on the head instructor who was in charge of the new students as he shouted Damien's name in anger.

"I know… I know…" Damien casually waved him off, "I was only joking. I'm being very honest in my scores!"

From the way he emphasized honest, many of the students understood that Damien wasn't being honest in the slightest.

Still, there was nothing they could do about it.

They could only try not to put him in a bad mood, after all, he was their instructor.

'What an interesting instructor.'

Amon chuckled internally, watching the whole scene play out like a movie.

The girl began sobbing quietly before leaving the stage as the next person stepped up.

Meanwhile, none of the students murmured any longer as the entrance examination went on.

No one wanted to be the next victim.

In this manner, time silently passed.

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