Instant death left a heavy imprint on the mind of the younger generation. No one expected that in just a couple of words, one of the participants would die just like that.

Everyone left quickly and quietly, not wanting to provoke the examiner.

While Mark was watching, Seno and Reina, out of boredom, began to bet on who would pass. This made others watch, but no one dared to join.

Time passed and most of them had already performed. The wealthy generation was able to pass the first round with difficulty, the generation of average wealth with difficulty but mastered it. But the poor began to crumble. There was nothing special about them that caused them to simply fall under the fists of the golems, time after time.

There was nothing special until Mark saw the young man. He seemed familiar to him for a moment, but Mark put him out of his head as he had never seen him in his life.

Another massacre began in the opinion of the majority.

This time it was also the boys and girls fell whining in pain. Until one guy is left. He had previously caught Mark's eye intuitively, which the latter ignored. But now everything was different. The guy was surrounded by twenty golems.

And each of them tried to strike at the young man, which he easily parried with his rusty sword.

For about ten minutes now he was just standing counterattacking the enemies. At some point, he made a heavy exhalation - well, the warm-up is over. And the clear sound of the sword sounded as all the dolls fell at once. Looking closely, one could see a clean cut on all of them.

From such a crowd rustled their lips, sharing their opinions with their neighbors.

Leaning lazily, he took out the core and quietly stood behind the examiner that he did not say a word. Going to everyone, a wind flew at him that threw off his hood that covered the guy's face.

You could see a young guy in his youth. He appeared to be no more than 14 years old. On his face was still visible baby fat, it was clear that his face was still being formed. But the most prominent feature was his resemblance to a girl. If no one heard his voice, one would think that he was her.

"Oops, looks like my face is lit up. Trouble is trouble. He said putting his hood back on.

At that moment, Mark felt his eyes on him, for a moment their gaze converged and Mark saw the ocean color of the guy's eyes.

Those thoughts just flew by as he refocused as he watched the next group.

Time passed slowly. And only ten people remained. It is not clear how, but they waited until the last. Having entered the field of ten, it turned out to be ... people? Although their clothes were dirty, torn and they had claw marks and blood. It was undeniable that the quality was at a high level.

As if on cue, everyone began to attack the hands that had just crawled out of the ground preventing them from getting through, for a moment Mark had the feeling that the people in front of him were playing catch the mole. Which fully reflects the current picture of what is happening.

And their tactic worked, previously suppression made it possible to inflict a lot of damage even before the golem crawled out of the ground. This tactic prompted a series of grumblings from those who passed. Looking at them, Mark could see that the ones who cursed in whispers the most got the most damage, especially their faces. What looked like a pig's snout on everyone, which couldn't help but make Mark laugh.

After a couple of minutes, these ten people passed, successfully finishing. To which the examiner nodded to everyone.

Clap clap. Turning around, he attracted the attention of all those who passed the first stage.

- And so, you are the ones who were able to pass the first stage. This is the bottom bar for admission to the academy. You can assume that you have already passed. Now I ask everyone who wants to finish this to raise their hands. After all, the following tests will be personal, to learn about your special qualities. Depending on them, you may be assigned different levels of support. But there are, of course, risks. If you receive any damage, we will provide, but no one will return the time spent in the hospital to you. So decide.

Slowly, hands began to rise, one hand provoked the raising of two more, and so about 80 people surrendered. There are only 32 people left. Each of them showed more or less respectful results. That could not but cause envy among outsiders that they passed the first stage.

- Well, I ask the examiner to see our youths off, and under the feet of everyone who surrendered, a circle caught fire that carried them away.

Looking back, Mark could see those who remained, everyone here could already confidently stand on their way to strength, which was read by the determination reflected in the eyes of everyone.

We've dealt with the rubbish very well. Saying the examiner taking off his hood.

Everyone could see the young man in his early twenties. His blond hair began to develop immediately after the hood stopped protecting it from the wind, starting to spread the floral scent across the field.

His green eyes were almost on fire, which could not help but draw everyone to them. Mark himself could understand from this that this man successfully awakened his eyes, and the way they burned could only say that he was already an official magician. The difference between 4th and 5th rank is very large, compared to this one, how to take a top athlete and a person who has overcome the limit of his mortality, having set foot on the path of real strength. In addition, in place of the ears, he had fox ears, making it clear that he has a partial or complete belonging to the fox race.

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- I apologize for the theatricality, my name is Omar Miltozar, I was assigned to take a class and today those who passed my test of courage by staying here fell into it. He smiled warmly at everyone. Questions before we start.

Reina raised her hand up, - teacher Omar are you from the clan of mystical foxes.

"That's right, Miss Tsuchikado, I commend you for being observant.

"Hehe, I began to guess how I saw you use the flames to turn them into birds, I have never seen such a thing. But showing my fox ears, I finally made sure.

- Ugh, more questions.

- The guy who was in the hood all the time raised his hand, - what can we expect at the second stage?

"Umm… everyone will fight the doll. It was created by me personally, unlike the rubbish that you have seen before. She works on a promotion system. Every minute she increases her rank. My advice, don't try to take the opportunity, you can't break them, just hang on for as long as you can.

- If you want to surrender, shout loudly and clearly - I surrender! But if anything, I can stop her instead of you if you don't have time. In that moment, everything will be over. Oh, I don't advise showing off, this doll has a self-learning function. And the longer the fight the more it will adjust to you.

So, who's first?

Mark raised his hand. By what he heard, he could understand that no matter how much you look, it will be difficult to understand something here. Only personal strength and skills will be important.

- Please, on the field, the rest move a distance of at least 20 steps.

Having done as the teacher Omar said, everyone strictly followed the instructions.

The teacher himself remained standing. He took out another grain, throwing it on the ground. That instantly disappeared from under the ground.

For a while, nothing happened, until a spike flew out under Mark's feet. At the moment when he is ready to pierce Mark's thigh, he was able to twist his body so that the spike passed a centimeter from the guy's temple.

The next moment, a golem jumped out of the ground. Unlike the others, he has four arms and has a more human-shaped body, having curves in all the right places. Which gave him much more flexibility of the body.

Without waiting, the golem attacked Mark. At first, everything was simple, Mark parried blows with his sword, which he got from a trip. Previously, he grabbed a couple more of them. Since the metal was not bad, and slowly wore out.

Sparks flew in all directions and Mark could be seen slowly pushing back the golem, simply parrying the attacks. Suppressing that with brute force.

At the moment when the first minute passed, the golem's head turned red, starting to create spikes all over the body. After the changes went through, the red color left the golem's body.

At this point, the real battle began. The golem began to attack faster and faster, at times manifesting strange blows that tried to shift the balance of Mark's body. And that over time began to happen more and more often.

At the moment when Mark almost fell, he jumped up, spinning his whole body with difficulty dodging the spikes that were aimed at his shoulders and feet.

Having landed, Mark did not even have time to catch his breath as he began to beat off the spikes that flew at him from many tricky angles.

Slowly wounds began to accumulate on his body. And it let know when Mark began to slow down.

For everyone, the second minute passed quickly, but Mark himself felt that he had been fighting all day. Each hit of the golem was more and more precise, indicating that its dynamic vision was lagging behind the opponent. And the speed was slowly leveled compared to the accuracy of the blows, which were beaten more and more often every minute.

Finally, the golem's head lit up again. The doll began to change again, her whole body began to inflate. Previously, the doll was no more than two meters, but now it has become three meters tall. Her whole body became more like a sumo wrestler.

– Hou, so he was able to live up to the third rank, being only the second rank. Getting interesting, the teacher said with a gleam in his eye as he watched Mark fight.

The first impact after the golem's head went out felt like it had been hit by a truck. His entire body trembled and his bones made a heartbreaking crack.

Mark looked at his right hand and noticed that it was broken. He couldn't even lift her.

"Damn you," Mark growled. He would never have been so thoroughly beaten up, which his ego let know.

"Bloody forge, eyes of a higher man, Tagiya, your hour has come, come out," Mark whispered. At that moment, a bloody aura appeared around Mark, and a red haze began to rise over the entire field. And from the pool of blood that flowed down Mark's hand, a sword flew out.

In an instant, everyone who looked tense, from intuitive danger. Even Master Omar clenched his fist for a moment, but it didn't take a second for him to relax again.

The golem that stood there moved as soon as it issued a strange bird chirp, from which Omar's teacher's eyebrows raised to the sky. The bird chirping system was introduced to notify that there is not enough information to read the enemy.

At the moment when both collided again, Mark was not pushed back, on the contrary, the golem jumped back to the position that he had previously stood. Having tweeted again, the golem rushed to Mark, the moment when he was about to attack again, he was hit by such a fast blow that no one except Omar's teacher noticed it.

When Mark struck, a white snake appeared around him, it emitted a soundless hiss, and the next moment it attacked with the tail that occupied Mark's sword. The attack was so fast that for a second Master Omar thought it was a rank four. Her speed was no lower than the average Thursday trading apprentice magician.

When the golem returned to its place, it extended its arm like Mark and turned part of its arm into a sword like Mark. Grabbing the hilt, he pulled it out, leaving only half of the left hand that was previously intact.

In a second, the hand became as good as new and the golem began to attack in a completely new way. Each attack began to resemble Mark's attack style, they were terribly fast, leaving an afterimage behind. Mark himself was in a strange state, his eyes took on a cubic shape, spinning rapidly. And slowly a serpentine slit began to emerge in Mark's eyes.

Mark felt very strange, his body is very light and every time he struck he felt as if someone was directing his hand. This did not last long, at some point the golem knocked the sword out of Mark's hands, skillfully crossed the blades at that moment and then quickly unscrewed the sword making three circular movements, ending everything with a roundhouse kick that threw Mark three meters away.

He gasped and stood up with difficulty. Due to the fact that the sword was too far away, Mark was able to create a knife in his hand in an instant, in the short time that the golem gave it after he flew back.

Crack, bam.

Just one hit and the blades shattered into many fragments. Starting to create more and more blades, the fight began to lean towards the punches and explosions of Mark's blades.

- I give up ... only half said Mark. When he passed out from the fact that all the blades that he had previously created took some of his blood. At that moment, the golem was about to stab Mark in the chest. When he froze, Master Omar stood by, holding the golem's hand.

- Cancel battle, reset. He said following Mark. The guy just surprised him. If it was a simple third rank opponent, he would have lost to him anyway. Only the strength of a body that rivals the sixth rank made it possible to fight this monster.

Well, kids these days.

Touching Mark's shoulder, - to the infirmary. Group 1-S. Evaluation completed. At that moment, when he said this, Mark's body disappeared from the field.