The gathering of such a magnitude of wizards, even if they were all wizard apprentices, caused the naturally diffused spiritual power to make the elemental energy in the surrounding environment extremely active.

The overly active elemental power also caused the various witchcraft artifacts carried by these people to become active.

A variety of wizard robes, from simple apprentice uniforms to luxurious academy-level leader robes, all blossomed into brilliant colors at once.

The magic items carried by the apprentices were even more peculiar, with some hanging magic staffs engraved with runes at their waists, others holding alchemical creations emitting a faint glow, and some carrying uniquely shaped witchcraft artifacts or energy backpacks on their backs.

After all, wizard apprentices are still young. Jeming noticed that in such an atmosphere, many people could hardly resist the urge to secretly compare themselves to others.

Many were half-revealing their "trump cards," glancing at each other, silently assessing their opponents' strength.

Jeming's gaze swept over the various faces on the square.

Some apprentices were so excited that their faces turned red, their eyes full of longing for future merit.

Others had serious expressions, lips tightly pressed, apparently feeling nervous about the upcoming test.

More apprentices had eyes as sharp as knives, filled with scrutiny and challenge toward the others around them.

They came from different academies, and their competition had already begun at this moment.

However, this wave of noise was suddenly suppressed by an invisible force, turning into a whispered tension.

The air seemed to solidify, and all eyes converged in the same direction.

The Nolun Workshop's comprehensive test gathered the most elite forces under its hundreds of Nolun Academies.

Among these hundreds of Nolun Academies, the ones truly seen as the future of wizard civilization were the thirteen prodigies with talent levels reaching the tenth level.

In normal circumstances, a person's talent strength depends on both genetics and luck.

Even Nolun Academy, with relatively lower serial numbers, can recruit one or two eighth or ninth-level talents each enrollment.

But true prodigies who reach the tenth-level talent have only appeared in academies ranked in the top ten serial numbers so far.

This is because the probability of a genius with a tenth-level talent emerging is extremely low!

Even though the planes of the top ten academies have been transformed over a long period to achieve the feat of everyone having meditation talent, it's not every enrollment that they can recruit a tenth-level talent genius.

Of course, unlike the other serial number academies, the top ten numbered academies recruit a new class of students every year.

But even so, these thirteen tenth-level prodigies represent all they have acquired in nearly ten years.

These students from the top ten Nolun Academies are darlings of the heavens, subjects of endless resource allocation from the workshop, and the true focus of this test.

At this moment, these dazzling existences began to appear under everyone's watchful eyes.

The first to enter the field was a figure as tall as a moving rock, his broad shoulders nearly blocking the pathway.

On his back was a giant axe carved with rugged runes, the thick blade as heavy as a door panel, exuding a heavy metallic atmosphere.

Rather than look like a wizard, his outward appearance was more akin to a barbarian emerging from some savage land.

His aura was like a mountain, stable and oppressive, with each step seeming to make the ground tremble.

His eyes carried absolute confidence in his strength and disdain for the weak.

Information about these people had long spread to the apprentices in various ways, allowing those present to easily identify the incoming person.

Jeming looked at him, and corresponding information flashed through his mind: "David Colmar from the First Nolun Academy."

"What extraordinary talent..." Jeming silently sighed, "David's physique rivals some high-tier earth-element magical beasts. Even though he's not a wizard of the transformation stream, he possesses such physical strength. I can't imagine what he'd be like using witchcraft."

As David scanned the surrounding apprentices, who were slightly inferior in strength, a barely noticeable scorn flickered in his eyes.

His lips moved slightly, emitting a low, muffled hum. Although he didn't speak, one could almost hear the disdain in his heart.

David made no effort to conceal his strength. In Jeming's perception, the abundance of his vital energy was like a giant furnace blazing fiercely right in front of him.

Even without relying on spiritual power, just using the active operation of his own will, he could manipulate earth elemental particles comparable to other third-level wizard apprentices.

In other words, if he were to deal with ordinary third-level wizard apprentices, he wouldn't even need witchcraft; sheer physical strength alone would suffice to take them down one by one.

Most importantly, despite his appearance like a brute, David was a bona fide wizard.

If someone mistook him for a savage in a fight, they would surely meet a tragic end.

Meanwhile, hidden behind David, another talent from the First Nolun Academy appeared silently among the crowd—Seraphina Night Shadow.

She was always shrouded in a deep purple hooded robe, her slender figure almost undetectable.

Her aura was faint and elusive, as if merging with the surrounding shadows. Every move she made was silent, ghostly, unpredictable.

It wasn't until she revealed herself that the surrounding apprentices were shocked to realize there was an extra person here.

Seraphina's leisurely steps paused slightly among the crowd, then she casually shifted in another direction.

Jeming couldn't help but frown as he watched the seemingly indifferent Seraphina. Just now, he felt her gaze rest on him for a moment.

"Seraphina, skilled in dark witchcraft, illusions, and stealth, excels in spiritual penetration and precise assassination."

"Her concealment and spiritual penetration are even more exaggerated than I initially thought. Ordinary first-level official wizards probably can't match her. Moreover, her power feels strange. Every trace of power fluctuation seems to meld into the void. It feels unlike the hints given by soul witchcraft; could it be some special talent? Truly intriguing..."

Jeming couldn't help but steal another glance at Seraphina.

From the way she had just looked at him, he knew that besides her ultimate hiding ability, she must have other ways to perceive danger.

Then, three rays of light descended from the teleportation array, drawing attention away from the two.

Leading the way was a person wearing gold-rimmed glasses and holding a thick, ancient tome. Beneath his scholarly and affable appearance lay a majestic sense of oppression.

Jeming lowered his head to think, similarly recalling the relevant information about this person.

The genius from the Second Nolun Academy—Kaelen Vania.

This guy's demeanor was completely different from the first two, probably the most wizard-like among them.

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