Although they had anticipated it, when their eyes fell on the top of the list, they couldn't help but catch their breath!

First Place: Nolun Academy No.13 — Jeming

Undoubtedly, Jeming, by annihilating a Third Level Blood Angel and effortlessly killing numerous Second Level Creatures during the battle, rose to the top with an absolutely domineering stance!

After the surprise, Amy and the others instinctively glanced down and immediately saw another unexpected name.

Third Place: Nolun Academy No.13 — Bert Villa Augusta

Augusta, also from Nolun No.13 Academy, surprisingly ranked in the top three in this examination!

The performance of Nolun No.13 Academy made all the wizards who saw this list exclaim in awe!

This originally inconspicuous academy actually produced two such dazzling monsters in this dimension war exam!

The names of Jeming and Augusta instantly became the focus of attention for all apprentices and even High Tier Wizards!

Nolun Workshop Headquarters, inside the monitoring hall.

On the huge main screen, all the information brought back by the High Tier Wizard who had just escaped death was clearly displayed.

Jeming's proud ranking stood out strikingly in the eyes of all the wizards.

Jeming performed so exceptionally that the High Tier Wizard even brought back footage of his battle with the Blood Angel during the invasion of the Elorcia Plane.

All those High Tier Wizards were shocked as they stared at the list and the scene of Jeming's final slaying of the Blood Angel, erupting into an unprecedented buzz in the hall.

"My God! This Jeming from No.13 Academy... he's a monster!" an elemental mage dressed in luxurious robes exclaimed, slamming the table in disbelief, "A First Level Wizard obliterating a Third Level Creature? Genius! A true genius!"

"And a Blood Angel, no less! It's a direct subordinate of the Blood War God!" another elderly wizard quivered with excitement, "That's a Third Level Creature, and this kid is just a First Level Wizard!"

To the wizards present, Third Level Creatures were nothing to speak of, as a simple glance could wipe out a group of them.

Moreover, angelic beings were notoriously weaker compared to creatures of the same level, making such a battle usually unworthy of their attention.

But if the Blood Angel's opponent was a First Level Wizard like Jeming, the significance of this battle was completely different.

Although Jeming used high-level weapons to kill the Blood Angel in the end, it was clear to the sharp-eyed that the real major factor was the strange attack array researched by this lad himself.

"And then there's Augusta! Also in the top three!" a wizard responsible for practical evaluations waved his fists in excitement, "No.13 Academy has truly exploded this time, producing two such exceptional apprentices!"

Everyone's gaze spontaneously turned toward Professor Clark, who sat to the side with an indiscernible smile on his face.

"Clark, you lucky devil!" a mentor familiar with Clark patted him on the shoulder, his tone filled with envy and admiration, "You've truly struck gold this time! Jeming and Augusta... if these two can grow up smoothly, they're sure to be pivotal for the workshop's future!"

Professor Clark merely smiled gently, not saying much.

However, the light in his eyes revealed the excitement deep within his heart.

He was more aware than anyone of Jeming's potential, but even so, the power Jeming had demonstrated far exceeded his expectations.

Over the giant canyon flattened on the Elorcia Plane.

As he watched the rift in the sky gradually close, Jeming floated mid-air, his gaze coldly sweeping towards those Indigenous People warriors hidden behind distant mountains.

At that moment, the bodies of those Elorcia warriors far away trembled, an overwhelming fear pulsing from the depths of their souls engulfed them like a tide.

Jeming's gaze wasn't particularly powerful, and given their position behind the mountains, he couldn't even see them directly.

But having witnessed Jeming's imposing slaughter of the Blood Angel with their own eyes, in theirs, the wizard's gaze was like Death's stare, seeming to pierce through the void and directly reach into their souls as observers.

They didn't dare make any noise, only fleeing in a panic without regard for reconnaissance or their mission.

Jeming didn't bother with those fleeing figures.

After releasing "Acceleration," a wave of irresistible fatigue surged within him.

Even though his Spiritual Power was extraordinarily full due to the potion, the psychological fatigue after such a fierce battle was unavoidable.

Shaking his head to regain his senses, he quickly descended to the ground, striding swiftly towards Victor.

Victor, supported by Amy, sat on the ground, his face shockingly pale, blood still seeping from his severed arm.

The injury from the severed arm was minor; although he was protected by a Fourth Level Shield, he suffered a severe shock under the Third Level Blood Angel's pressure, causing significant internal organ damage.

Furthermore, to avoid the aftermath of Jeming's battle with the Blood Angel, he and Amy, forced to extract their soul through Alchemy despite their already exhausted Spiritual Power, madly dug deep underground.

Under their combined influence, he became exceptionally weak, now unable even to control his body's bleeding.

Jeming checked Victor's injuries, his brow slightly furrowed.

If it were just a regular serious injury, the medical potion in his hand could completely heal it.

The troublesome part was the broken arm; using a healing potion now would instead heal the arm's wound, and later, to regenerate the arm, the wound would have to be reopened.

Jeming made a quick decision, using a vial of relatively low-tier potion to stabilize his condition, hoisted the severely injured Victor on his back, and said in a deep voice to Amy, "Let's go! Back to camp!"

Amy understood immediately, and the two of them flew towards the camp as fast as they could.

The medical array in the camp was indeed efficient.

Victor's arm, which had been blasted to ash in the earlier battle, under the effect of intricate medical sorcery and precious regeneration potion, started to have the flesh writhing and the bones growing rapidly.

In just a few minutes, a new arm grew out completely intact, though the skin appeared slightly tender.

After resting for another day, Victor was ready to set out to battle again.

However, when Jeming extended a new invitation to them, Victor and Amy fell into deep hesitation.

The three sat beside a training ground on the outskirts of the camp, sunlight filtering through sparse leaves, casting dappled shadows.

"Jeming," Victor began, his tone calm but unable to conceal the disappointment and bitterness in his heart, "This battle, we've seen it very clearly. Your strength… has far exceeded anything we could have imagined."

He glanced at his newly-grown arm, his eyes complex.

Amy also lowered her head, her usual lively smile diminished and somewhat forced: "Yes. With our current strength, we no longer have much use to you. We… we're falling behind."

Although she had long known that Jeming's future was extraordinary, even beyond what they could imagine, she hadn't expected that she would so quickly lose the qualification to walk alongside him.

The vast gap of being left behind by companions filled her heart with a sense of loss and helplessness.

"We understand." Victor continued, with a hint of self-mockery in his voice, "Given our relationship, if we shamelessly kept following you, you'd certainly be happy. But we also know that not only can we not help you, we'd become a burden instead. Jeming, with us, you're merely wasting time."

Jeming looked at the two, the light in his eyes dimmed slightly.

He knew they spoke the truth, and he understood their feelings at the moment.

However, they had been together at the academy for so many years.

Even including the time from Jeming's past life, there were few friends he had been with for such a long period.

"But…" Jeming was about to say something.

Suddenly, Amy lifted her head, forcing a slight smile on her face, although pale, it carried a trace of determination: "Jeming, you can leave without worry! Although we've fallen behind strength-wise, we're not without purpose!"

Her eyes sparkled with wisdom, pointing to the camp: "Only we can help you better manage and expand Viola's network of information. We can help you take care of the intelligence network in the camp, gather various information you might need, and provide the most timely support while you're away!"

Victor immediately understood Amy's point, a glimmer reignited in his eyes: "Exactly! Leave the rear intelligence support to us; go explore freely!"

Jeming looked at them, sighing slightly in his heart.

He knew this was the best way they could think of to maintain this friendship and continue to offer help under the circumstances of not being able to keep up strength-wise.

After some thought, he didn't refuse further.

"Alright." Jeming nodded, then took out several vials of radiant purple potion and handed them to the two.

"You guys know what these potions do, seize this opportunity to enhance yourselves once more."

"Thank you!"

"Hey! I've been wanting to get one of these for a long time."

Amy and Victor accepted the potions without much hesitation, eyes reflecting their gratitude.

Without many words of farewell, Jeming only gave one last look at these two friends he had spent so many years with, then turned around and left the camp without any reluctance.

Amy and Victor sat in place, watching Jeming's gradually distant figure until he vanished beyond the horizon.

Their expressions were complex, filled with reluctance and loss, but more so with anticipation for Jeming's immeasurable future.

They knew that a true monster had begun to stir winds and clouds in this plane.

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