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It had just been an hour after the long written examination. The students had been given a short break so they could prepare themselves mentally for the combat trials. Team Crown was the code name given to this batch of students who were about to have their merits in magic combat evaluated. By none other than Gregory Matthew Hawk, a 2nd-year Disciplinary Committee Lieutenant.
As the students of Team Crown exited the portal that took them down to the next stage, they were met by a sight of a world that could not exist in reality. It was like taken out of a fantasy book. They saw large statues of ancient mages carved out of two mountains, serving an archway over this mighty mountain ridge.
The battlefield was a straightforward one, a field of green stretched far and wide, and they were closed off by two tall mountain ridges. In short, they were fighting right between a glorified mountain pass. The only path ahead was forward.
In the far distant, the students of Team Crown could see a silhouette of a man in the far distant, it was without a doubt their examiner. As they saw but a lone man against their high numbers, a single student stepped forward.
Reviliere Beaumont: "Listen to me, all of you! You have all been graced by the great presence of the 3rd heir of Beaumont! My bloodline stood against the Confederacy during the Great War! If not for my ancestors, the world would have all been part of the Feds! Now, rally around me, and let us all pass this together!"
The majority of the students started to shout a cry of battle as each summoned fourth magic, creating a wide spectacle of light as their magic activated. Reviliere proceeded to take 40 out of 50 first-years with him, as they charged with vigor towards Greg, who was awaiting them between the statues.
The time started, they had 22.5 minutes to complete this stage.
About 7 minutes passed after Reviliere's group attacked Greg. And it was a slaughter. All of the First-Years under Reviliere suffered a humbling defeat. Their bodies scattered all over the field Greg as advanced towards the remaining group in a slow manner. In his imposing physique, Greg's left hand had completely grasped around Reviliere's face and skull. He held him like a ragdoll as he dragged the unconscious body of the French noble with him as a warning to people who foolishly commanded an army and sacrificed all of his pawns for nothing.
But how did it end like this?
Flashback to their zealous assault, they showered him with ranged abilities, using everything in their arsenal. The ground around Greg was nothing but a searing gorge of smoke and molten rock. As the smoke cleared, they could see a mighty shield formed of mana protecting him from all frontal attacks. It was a high-level defensive spell, Aegis.
And as they charged up to continue their attack, the examiner exploded out with intense speed, using Mana Bursts to increase his velocity over and over. He performed sharp turns with the bursts, dodging their ranged abilities until he ended up close and personal with the group.
Team Crown was composed of First-Years who specialized in ranged magic, their melee compatibility was almost null. Against Greg's Durendal and his high magic tolerance and defenses, they were but pigs for the slaughter once he got up close. He moved like a wild tempest, his blade cutting down students to near mortal injuries, causing them to be instantly teleported out of the battlefield once the injury was done.
For those First-Years under Reviliere who were fighting Greg, they were overcome by terror, as it felt like life and death. Greg's sword slashed across their comrade's chests and shoulders, causing blood to spray into the air. In their eyes, Greg was killing them one by one. While in reality, their injuries were going to give them a scar at worst. The students cut down by Greg were teleported out of the Arena.
"I-I am going to die!" Someone shouted, and soon, the large attack group was on a full retreat, wanting to stop this madness.
The real edge that Greg possessed was the North American Flight spell, with his aerial mobility and assault, the First-years could barely hit their moving target.
Present
It was a brutal sight, even if the French student was a spoiled noble brat, he did not deserve to be displayed like this to the world. Greg's fist digging into his skull. His mouth agape, his body dragging across the grass, while leaving a soft trail of blood. Because Greg was holding him, they couldn't teleport Reviliere out.
He came to a stop, as he would be within sight of Kei and Jayden. As he saw Jayden, Greg gave the boy a crooked grin before releasing Reviliere. The French boy's body was instantly teleported afterward.
"Yo Jay! Are you the only one left?-... Oh, wait. Who is that lady next to you? My apologies, I could not introduce myself after being rudely assaulted by all these little shits! Gregory Matthews Hawk..."
A soft diabolic grin formed on his face.
"Welcome to Arcadia Academy's Combat Aptitude Exam."
Greg was a tall imposing man. Standing nearly two meters tall with a muscular physique. His bloody sword resting on his shoulder. He wore black leather pants with combat boots and an open short-sleeved shirt. It seems like he hasn't shaved in quite a bit, giving more of a rugged appearance.
It had just been an hour after the long written examination. The students had been given a short break so they could prepare themselves mentally for the combat trials. Team Crown was the code name given to this batch of students who were about to have their merits in magic combat evaluated. By none other than Gregory Matthew Hawk, a 2nd-year Disciplinary Committee Lieutenant.
Team Crown Battle Stage

As the students of Team Crown exited the portal that took them down to the next stage, they were met by a sight of a world that could not exist in reality. It was like taken out of a fantasy book. They saw large statues of ancient mages carved out of two mountains, serving an archway over this mighty mountain ridge.
The battlefield was a straightforward one, a field of green stretched far and wide, and they were closed off by two tall mountain ridges. In short, they were fighting right between a glorified mountain pass. The only path ahead was forward.
In the far distant, the students of Team Crown could see a silhouette of a man in the far distant, it was without a doubt their examiner. As they saw but a lone man against their high numbers, a single student stepped forward.
Reviliere Beaumont: "Listen to me, all of you! You have all been graced by the great presence of the 3rd heir of Beaumont! My bloodline stood against the Confederacy during the Great War! If not for my ancestors, the world would have all been part of the Feds! Now, rally around me, and let us all pass this together!"

The time started, they had 22.5 minutes to complete this stage.
About 7 minutes passed after Reviliere's group attacked Greg. And it was a slaughter. All of the First-Years under Reviliere suffered a humbling defeat. Their bodies scattered all over the field Greg as advanced towards the remaining group in a slow manner. In his imposing physique, Greg's left hand had completely grasped around Reviliere's face and skull. He held him like a ragdoll as he dragged the unconscious body of the French noble with him as a warning to people who foolishly commanded an army and sacrificed all of his pawns for nothing.
But how did it end like this?
Flashback to their zealous assault, they showered him with ranged abilities, using everything in their arsenal. The ground around Greg was nothing but a searing gorge of smoke and molten rock. As the smoke cleared, they could see a mighty shield formed of mana protecting him from all frontal attacks. It was a high-level defensive spell, Aegis.
And as they charged up to continue their attack, the examiner exploded out with intense speed, using Mana Bursts to increase his velocity over and over. He performed sharp turns with the bursts, dodging their ranged abilities until he ended up close and personal with the group.
Team Crown was composed of First-Years who specialized in ranged magic, their melee compatibility was almost null. Against Greg's Durendal and his high magic tolerance and defenses, they were but pigs for the slaughter once he got up close. He moved like a wild tempest, his blade cutting down students to near mortal injuries, causing them to be instantly teleported out of the battlefield once the injury was done.
For those First-Years under Reviliere who were fighting Greg, they were overcome by terror, as it felt like life and death. Greg's sword slashed across their comrade's chests and shoulders, causing blood to spray into the air. In their eyes, Greg was killing them one by one. While in reality, their injuries were going to give them a scar at worst. The students cut down by Greg were teleported out of the Arena.
"I-I am going to die!" Someone shouted, and soon, the large attack group was on a full retreat, wanting to stop this madness.
The real edge that Greg possessed was the North American Flight spell, with his aerial mobility and assault, the First-years could barely hit their moving target.
Present
It was a brutal sight, even if the French student was a spoiled noble brat, he did not deserve to be displayed like this to the world. Greg's fist digging into his skull. His mouth agape, his body dragging across the grass, while leaving a soft trail of blood. Because Greg was holding him, they couldn't teleport Reviliere out.
He came to a stop, as he would be within sight of Kei and Jayden. As he saw Jayden, Greg gave the boy a crooked grin before releasing Reviliere. The French boy's body was instantly teleported afterward.
"Yo Jay! Are you the only one left?-... Oh, wait. Who is that lady next to you? My apologies, I could not introduce myself after being rudely assaulted by all these little shits! Gregory Matthews Hawk..."
A soft diabolic grin formed on his face.
"Welcome to Arcadia Academy's Combat Aptitude Exam."
Greg was a tall imposing man. Standing nearly two meters tall with a muscular physique. His bloody sword resting on his shoulder. He wore black leather pants with combat boots and an open short-sleeved shirt. It seems like he hasn't shaved in quite a bit, giving more of a rugged appearance.

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