In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 12 Lessons

There are no physical education classes in the traditional sense in the academic department.

In this paradise where "Demon Hunters" and "Alchemists" are cultivated, the so-called "sports" does not refer to ordinary sports such as basketball, football, sprinting, and long-distance running.

It's about cold weapon fighting, close combat, hot weapon use, and simulated hunting training and other activities that can make people's blood spurt.

But today, it's different.

Academic playground.

This batch of dozens of freshmen who passed the "apprentice assessment" gathered together. They were in groups of twos and threes, chatting freely in their own groups.

Ryan Winster has a withdrawn personality, and his bitter and vengeful past makes him often show people with a paralyzed face. Therefore, he is the only one who doesn't fit in among all the people.

The other calm face was Rebecca Brunhed. She accelerated at a run-up and threw her body towards the bunker.

"15.65 meters."

The substitute teacher was a retired soldier from the "Monster Hunting Agency". He stared at Rebecca shaking the sand on her legs, and walked out of the sandpit casually.

Accustomed to seeing big scenes, he looked calm when he saw the score sheet next to the bunker.

In his own words, that is: Even the "winged men" whose population is comparable to endangered species have fought side by side with him, [Abyss], it's not unusual.

"what--"

Even though there were whispers in his ears, Ryan still looked like he couldn't wake up.

Three days have passed since Earl Ramon's 'trial', and the blood test he prepared for Ryan had ended two days ago.

Lane still remembers the scene of that day.

In a huge armored vehicle fully armed, a group of guys in white coats and masks took away 300cc of his blood.

Afterwards, he was ruthlessly driven out of the vehicle, and could only watch the armored vehicle roll up dust and drive away.

"This time, our blood tests will be more detailed than ever before."

"It may take some time to wait for the blood analysis."

"During this time, rest well, child."

In the package sent by Earl Ramon, in addition to a large portion of freshly baked Maoxuewang, there is also a letter he left behind.

"ps: Hairy blood is rich in blood."

Ryan felt a chill at the blood count's bad taste.

Today is Ryan's first class in the Academic Department of the Alchemy Temple. He has read the class schedule. This big class that will take up the entire morning is called "Knowing Demons-"Theory of Necromancer Innate Talent".

However, due to some kind of force majeure, the professor who wrote this book, who is also a teacher in the academic department, suddenly went crazy a few days ago.

It is said that he cried so loudly, weeping ghosts and gods, that when others saw him, they felt sad and burst into tears. Finally, under the escort of the church ambulance, he was sent to the medical department.

Even after he was sedated, he kept repeating a certain name in his mouth.

Presumably, this must be the name that changed his life, right?
Keke, get back to business.

The professor went crazy, and the rest of the professors were more or less affected for some reason. In the rush, the church couldn't find any free professors to teach the students.

Ever since, the extremely magical and realistic "Physical Education Teacher Substitute" was performed on the playground of the academic department.

Raymond Houston, a veteran of the Witcher Agency and a physical education teacher, couldn't think of what to do in this first class for a while.

After thinking for a long time, he slapped his head.

"Let's take a physical test!"

Rebecca warms up at the starting line.

"Get ready, run!"

The girl's delicate thighs shone like pearls in the sun, and her exquisite little feet in the pocket sneakers galloped crazily across the track with a strength and frequency far beyond ordinary people.

"call out--"

The wind rolled up the fine dust.

Two small gray balls blurred into two jade belts.

"DiDi!!"

"Hundred meters, 5.32 seconds."

Raymond looked at Rebecca's petite back and nodded secretly.

This is the power of the "Abyss Race". They can slaughter some low-level evil spirits and demons by virtue of brute force without using any alchemy weapons.

Just like.
Those ancient families entrenched all over the world.

"The witcher family."

They once completed the harvest of glory by hunting demons, and their ancestors have been "monsters" for generations. The inheritance of blood has brought them unspeakable strength and violence.

And up to now, it has become a snake-like existence.

It was a powerful force that even the [Alchemy Temple] and the [Apocalypse Church] could not ignore.

"."

The academic department of the Alchemy Temple gathers geniuses.

Many of them have undergone rigorous training since the preparatory high school, in order to be able to join the [Alchemy Temple] and become a "demon hunter".

Just because they knew something about this world, the elites who gathered on the playground were not horrified by Rebecca's performance.

Most of them just showed admiration.

This is a different race, nothing to envy.

They are also outstanding among human beings. The pride of being pure-blooded humans makes them not feel that they must be inferior to the "abyss race".

only.
Some students are still not so friendly,

"monster"

"After all, it's the same thing as those damned families."

"."

Ryan yawned, listening to the noise around him.

Some students from the academic department are not very friendly to the Abyss family——

Right.

Among the abyss bloodline families, there are noble families whose creed is hunting evil spirits. The glory accumulated by their ancestors for generations is enough to fill the Louvre.

There are also entrepreneurs who turn witch hunting into a business.

Powerful, hedonistic, and extravagant, they poured grape juice on the trophies of their ancestors and then poured them on the strippers.

Bastards love to piss on skulls and make wannabe female stars drink it.

In a word, if one brick kills ten abyss races, seven of them deserve it.

The so-called non-my race must have a different heart, coupled with the extremely stinky notoriety of the abyssal race.Let them be the bottom of the reputation in a group of different races.

This is the ranking after counting the fallen vampires, one can imagine how unpopular they are.

Ryan read a lot of posts last night and learned some rumors about [Abyssal Blood].

"Rebecca, the test is complete."

Raymond Houston announced the results to the crowd.

In the eyes of all the students, Rebecca moved a pair of white, shiny, sensual short legs, and walked briskly towards the stands of the playground.

She huddled herself in her seat, her burgundy eyes passed through the crowd, and finally settled on Ryan.

Rebecca was expressionless, like a statue, and began to wait for the side of the next academy.

"Number 2, Ryan Winster."

Ryan narrowed his eyes, raised his hand, and walked out lazily.

The students all looked at him with strange eyes, presumably they finally found out that there is such a number one person beside them.

Is this guy with weak kidneys the one who killed the middle-level evil spirit and got an S-level evaluation?
Doubt and incomprehension filled the minds of the elites around them.

"Kakkaka!"

Ryan moved his body, and the bones suddenly crackled.

His indigo eyes flickered, and after the transformation of the injection, his physical fitness had already achieved a qualitative leap.

But what kind of situation has been reached, to be honest, he really wants to know.

"Are you ready?"

asked the physical education teacher.

"Ah."

Raymond pointed to the bunker at the end of the runway, and said indifferently: "You can run up and take off at any time."

"boom!"

This is the roar that Ryan made when he took the first step.

After a few blinks.

Ryan landed lightly on the ground. He bypassed the bunker he just leaped over, and looked at his long jump results under dozens of strange eyes.

"Another monster?"

"Impossible, before today, I only saw him on the report card!"

"Hey, why didn't any rumors about him come out before?"

"Lian Winster, you are so low-key—"

"."

Ryan didn't have a heart that wanted to hide his clumsiness.

Everything about him will soon be like the sun in Chicago late at night, making people feel fantastic and dazzling at the same time.

(End of this chapter)