What's wrong with a lord daddy who just wants to draw cards?

As long as they are not demons, no matter what race they are, any academy with some talent will accept them!

And to take the entrance exam, the minimum age is 12 years old and the maximum age cannot be older than that.

Therefore, you can still see many young students of other races at the door, just like visiting a racial expo.

Amidst the noise of people, Nancy moved closer to Natz so that her voice could reach the other person's ears:

"Natsu, which exam room are you going to?"

"In the knight examination room, I am stronger and more resistant to beatings...what about you?"

"Magic, don't look at me like this. I am very talented in the field of summoning magic!"

"Come on then! See you after we enroll!"

Has he always been so passionate?

Unknowingly, Nancy's emotions were infected by him, and she felt inexplicably aroused. She had the urge to enter the academy with him.

"Ok!"

After entering the college, the two walked through the east dormitory area. After arriving at the core area, they parted ways according to the examination room guidelines.

The Magician Examination Center is set up in the Magician Arena, while Natsu's destination is in the General Arena on the other side.

Both arenas are like a different-world version of the Roman Arena. They are circular, open-air, surrounded by spectator seats, and the large sandy area in the middle is where the two sides fight.

In addition to these two arenas, there is actually an even larger arena called the Qualifying Arena. Its area is almost larger than these two combined, and it occupies an absolute space in the entire academy. Big head.

As for its function, we will leave it to later.

Natz sometimes didn't know the way even after looking at the street signs. This time, he simply followed the other candidates to their destination.

At this time, the scene outside the knight examination room was comparable to that of Shura.

He saw several muscular men flexing their muscles, and they didn't look much older than him; some of them exuded an aura that was more powerful than the large beasts in the woods back home, and some were inconspicuous. Yes, but Natz felt at a glance that these people might be more terrifying.

Big cities are really crouching tigers, hidden dragons.

"My mother said that when you come to a strange place, it's best to find someone to get close to to understand some basic conditions..."

Having lost his father since he was a child, Naz trusted his mother unconditionally. With what she said, he felt that her mother could not be wrong.

So he walked forward bravely but fearfully, and randomly talked to a person who seemed to be of a lower level.

The social phobia here is not social phobia in the traditional sense, but the meaning of social terrorist. Shyness or something like that does not exist in Naz’s dictionary at all.

"Yo!"

"..."

"Classmate, are you also coming to the knight examination room?"

Duomi is a little confused. Is this how you strike up a conversation?Out of politeness, I answered:

"If this is the knight examination room, then I should be in the right place..."

"Aren't you nervous?"

"What are you nervous about?"

"Look at the figures of those people, how powerful they are~ We don't know how young and thin people like us can defeat them..."

There is some basis for Natz to dare to say this.

As he told Nancy before, he was strong and could withstand beatings. There were blocks of strong muscles under his clothes, but they were not obvious from the outside, and he was even a little thin.

Meow is 12 years old, who can have such an awesome figure like him! ?

The referee will also give him extra points because of the age difference.

Domi and Natsu looked almost at eye level, looking at his figure and then at his own.

figure?

Does this have anything to do with whether he can beat others up?

Does this stupid boy know how many digits of damage he can do with one punch?

wait no!

The outside world is filled with crouching tigers, hidden dragons, just like a top student will say that he failed the test after taking an exam, and he will laugh at himself, maybe he really has something.

Just in case, Domit sensed it, and the analysis panel scanned him up and down.

The analysis panel only gave him a moderate rating of being able to withstand beatings, but his perception told Domi that the guy in front of him contained a terrifying power that he had never seen before.

Currently, he is still in the dormant state of Gujing Mubo, but once he wakes up, Duomi is not sure whether he can beat him.

After all, the unknown is the scariest thing.

Duomi thought for a while and replied humbly: "I only know a little bit of magic, but I'm still better at close combat. If you want to go to school here, you have to rely on your own advantages to fight, right?"

Natz's eyes lit up. It seemed that he had seen the right person. This classmate's level was probably about the same as his own. He could sense it from his breath, so he continued:

"Then classmate, are you sure you can defeat them?"

Duomi didn't know why he asked if he could defeat those weaklings, but he decided to be honest:

"Yes, it's not that difficult."

In this way, Natz got the 'basic information' he wanted - muscular men who looked very powerful were actually embroidered pillows and not worth mentioning at all!

Soon, their group of students will enter the arena for the entrance examination.

The assessment adopts a round-match plus scoring system, and several games are started at the same time. Each game has two dedicated referees to calculate the scores for both sides, and they are conducted in a staggered manner to ensure that everyone has played five games and has a certain amount of time to prepare before playing.

There is no need to really defeat them completely. In the general arena, you can apply a layer of hit magic to the two people dueling, which can absorb a certain degree of attacks without actually causing damage to the opponent. When the absorption reaches the upper limit, it will Broken, viewed as a failure, so both parties can give it their all.

Scores range from one to ten. After five games, as long as the total score exceeds thirty, you can successfully enroll.

Domi finished his warm-up activities and walked onto one of the separate 'boxing rings' to look at his first opponent.

As luck would have it, this opponent was a muscular man who was labeled an embroidered pillow by Natz.

Natz, who hadn't even started yet in this round, acted as a spectator, staring intently at Domi's machine. Whether it was an embroidered pillow or not, you'd know after a dozen!

Chapter 168 167 Classmate?Neighbor?

The muscular man opposite Duomi was not a candidate of the same age as him. He looked about 16 years old.

As long as you have seen everyone in the world, you can easily distinguish this immature breath of life.

His father or master may have been a strong soldier, because his muscle lines can be seen from horizontal training. Only the military would use this kind of exercise method that is harmful to the body but has quick results. When a person reaches the advanced stage, various side effects will occur. It will appear slowly.

The opposite of horizontal training is like Duomi, who develops scientifically and slowly.

Without a system, the development speed would be far slower than this method. However, Duomi was tortured by Altaïr since he was a child, and his training volume and muscle quality were completely equal to his opponent.

This is still in its most primitive state, not even counting his terrifying 70.92 points of power.

Counting that, that’s exponential growth.

Duomi twisted his neck, his bones made a clear cracking sound, and he said in a relaxed tone:

"It looks like I can have a good time with my fists this time."

After saying that, he saw the heavy slime gel trench coat on his body slipping back into the amulet. Like his opponent, he was shirtless and lean, and shook his fists. He didn't even have the 'Slime Hand' Use it.

Slime Hands was the code name for Domi's state after covering his entire arms with gel. To deal with the little classmates, there was no need to go to such a level of extermination.

"Don't think that I will show mercy because you are the son of the Grand Duke."

"I don't want it, please let me come."

The other party's eyes gradually became dangerous. He knew that Duomi was by no means a kind person. He obviously didn't have as many muscles as him and was younger than him. He was definitely relying on someone to dare to choose a head-on confrontation, which should not be underestimated.

Duomi is like a cheetah full of explosive power. He just doesn't move and becomes a blockbuster!

He silently cheered up.

The two referees standing aside looked at each other. They both knew that Domi was the son of Archduke Carlos, and they couldn't let him get off the stage...

This 'can't get off the stage' refers to both the spiritual level and the physical level.

One of the judges who scored Domi was about to say something to his opponent, but was stopped by Domi's look.

The referee suddenly felt his anus tighten. Why would a young boy make himself feel so threatened? !

But now that the rightful owner has "expressed his position", they couldn't say anything more, and the start flag in their hands slowly raised...

"Get ready~~"

After a swaying chant, the flag suddenly waved down: "Start!"

At the same time, the colorless shield from the arena was placed on the two of them, covering all directions without blind spots. This was the hit magic mentioned before.

The moment it breaks it represents failure.

The macho man immediately took a defensive stance, holding his hands firmly in front of him, exposing a gap to observe Duomi's actions.

He had just finished this action, and his eyes suddenly widened, full of doubts and confusion.

The other person was standing there just now, why did he disappear all of a sudden? ?

In the next second, Domi suddenly appeared in front of him, carrying huge kinetic energy and even punching him in the abdomen with a sonic boom!

This guy... just bypassed his defense like this? !

So what was the tactic that I originally wanted to use up his energy? ?A joke?

If even the eyes can't keep up with the speed, how can the body keep up?

Under the shocked gazes of the two referees and Nats, Domi's earth-shattering punch hit him squarely in the abdomen!

Shock waves visible to the naked eye even rushed out on the other side of the body.

The macho man's eyes were bulged out from the beating, and the saliva in his mouth spurted out uncontrollably. He curled up into a shrimp in mid-air.

Click!

The crisp sound echoed throughout the scene.

That was the sound of magic breaking after being hit.