I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax - Chapter 151

Chapter 151: Chapter151-The Strange Siblings
At this moment, the outside world was utterly astonished.

Even those who had acknowledged John’s strength were shocked beyond measure.

It’s crucial to understand that these weren’t just any ordinary awakeners; they were geniuses from across the Federation, all of whom had passed the preliminary test of the Star Cluster Academy.

Their abilities were beyond doubt.

However, in the hands of John, these thirty-plus individuals found themselves without the slightest ability to resist, all being annihilated by a single wide-range skill.

This horrifying scene left countless onlookers in awe.

“Good heavens, is he farming mobs?” one might exclaim.

In the Enchanted Forest, Benedict was equally stunned by this spectacle.

He murmured, “To annihilate thirty exam participants with a single strike, what kind of monster has Victor brought upon himself?”

Although Benedict had recognized that John’s talent was certainly not ordinary, he had merely considered him a genius with some potential, without giving it much further thought.

It was only at this moment that he truly comprehended the extent of John’s talent, which was far beyond any ordinary measure.

After slaughtering those who had ambushed him, John had amassed about 5,000 points.

His score had now reached 25000 points, while the highly regarded Isabella and Amelia had yet to surpass 6000 points.

John’s score was more than four times theirs!

Looking at the points on his assessment card, John expressed his disappointment, “Is that all? Such meager points, truly a bunch of pushovers.”

Although John hadn’t held much expectation for these individuals, their weakness had still surpassed his imagination.

He hadn’t even had the chance to test his Hallucination Eye before the thirty-plus were completely wiped out.

With a click of his tongue, John sneered towards the sky, “You dare attempt to rob me with such meager strength? To say you are courting death is to put it mildly; you’re nothing but a bunch of trash.”

John was known for his biting words.

His statement wasn’t particularly harmful, but it was immensely insulting.

In the arena, the thirty-plus resurrected examinees had just regained their bearings when they heard John’s verbal onslaught.

It felt as if a knife had twisted in their hearts.

They were so infuriated that their faces turned beet red, yet they found themselves utterly incapable of uttering a single word in retaliation.

After all, not having inflicted even a minor wound on their opponent, any attempt at a comeback would have lacked force and only served to make them the butt of the joke.

Having vented his displeasure, John couldn’t be bothered to waste any more time there.

He lightly stepped on the ground, his figure nimbly landing on a tree trunk, intending to take a rest before seeking out a few bosses.

He planned to make the most of the ongoing assessment to level up a few times.

This brought a sigh of relief to the surrounding examinees who were genuinely concerned John might go on a rampage and randomly hurl a skill their way.

It was at this moment, while mid-air, that John suddenly sensed something amiss.

His brows furrowed as he stopped on a towering tree crown.

Turning his head, his gaze shifted towards a direction on his right.

Unbeknownst to him, two figures, one tall and one short, had appeared on a tree crown not far from him.

They stood quietly, as if they had been waiting for him for quite some time.

John’s brow furrowed deeper.

He hadn’t expected that no sooner had he finished speaking than two tough nuts to crack would appear.

Despite their proximity, John had failed to detect their presence, which was astonishing given his mental perception.

This alone was a testament to the extraordinariness of the duo.

John inquired calmly, “Is there something you need?”

As he spoke, his eyes swept over the duo before him.

Among the two, one was a petite girl clad in a white magus robe, her hand clutching an oddly-shaped stone staff, her expression serious.

The other was a tall, burly man with his torso bare, his face adorned with a naive smile that seemed somewhat apologetic.

However, coupled with the dense and ferocious scars that marred his skin, John found the man’s smile to bear an ominous undertone, no matter how one looked at it.

John’s attention was primarily focused on the burly man.

He could tell that many of the scars were inflicted by monsters, yet among them were also traces of gunshot wounds and energy weapon burns.

John’s eyes narrowed; while monster-inflicted injuries were understandable, the presence of gunshot and energy weapon marks was intriguing.

Firearms, though not regulated by the Federation, were typically wielded by the weaker segments of the population, including ordinary people and regular military personnel, due to the prevalence of awakeners.

What could the identity of this man be, for him to bear so many gunshot wounds?

Curiosity piqued, John refrained from probing further.

Everyone had their secrets, and knowing too much would seldom bring any benefit.

Upon hearing John’s question, Cecilia responded with gravity, “Hand over your points, and we’ll let you go.

There’s still time.

With your abilities, regaining a spot in the assessment shouldn’t be difficult.”

She glanced at Jonathan beside her and added, “Don’t force us to take action. Otherwise, my brother might end up killing you. He’s very strong, and you could get eliminated directly.”

Jonathan scratched his head, offering an embarrassed smile.

Though his expression was ostensibly ordinary, it somehow conveyed an aura of fierce menace.

Cecilia’s statement drew looks of disbelief from many.

The terrifying extent of John’s power had just been demonstrated to everyone.

And now, there was someone daring to challenge him, even claiming her brother was strong.

If this wasn’t madness, what was?

John’s eyebrows rose at Cecilia’s words.

However, he didn’t dismiss her claim as mere bravado; instead, his gaze shifted to Jonathan.

To challenge him, knowing full well of his strength, one had to be either supremely confident in their own abilities or a complete fool.

John surmised it was the former in this case.

Noticing John’s look, Jonathan offered a friendly smile, saying, “You seem like a worthy opponent. I can tell you’re strong. I can wait for you to recover before we fight.”

This statement stunned everyone.

Was this man out of his mind?

Since when did robbers wait for their victims to be ready?

John’s expression turned quizzical, finding the siblings quite the oddity.

Cecilia glared at Jonathan, visibly upset.

The mere thought of John’s capabilities filled her with dread, yet Jonathan was suggesting they let John recover before fighting.

Shrinking slightly under Cecilia’s glare, Jonathan nonetheless persisted, “I think… I really want to have a good fight with him.”

Cecilia paused, seeing an uncommon resolve on her brother’s face.

She pressed her lips together, choosing to say nothing more.

Jonathan’s face broke into a pleased grin, turning to John, “You can rest for now. We’ll fight later.”

John could tell that this guy was not joking around.

The dismissive look vanished from his face, replaced by a touch of seriousness.

For someone with such a straightforward mindset, John found it hard not to take him seriously.

He drew his Bloodthirsty Blade and Eclipse Staff, shaking his head, “No need to rest, let’s go right now.”

Jonathan paused, about to say something, but then his eyes met John’s.

Those eyes held no emotion, as placid as the surface of a lake, undisturbed.

John stated calmly, “Give it your all, don’t hold back. Otherwise, you might be the next one to be eliminated.”

No sooner had his words fallen than a massive serpent burst forth from the earth without any prior indication from John.

The serpent, several meters in thickness, was adorned with green scales and covered in thorns, its yellowish eyes as large as lanterns, and its body stretched a hundred meters long.

Just the sight of it exerted an overwhelming sense of pressure.

“Thorned Rock Serpent!”

The monstrous serpent’s maw snapped ferociously towards Jonathan and Cecilia.

The battle unfolded in the blink of an eye, and it seemed they had no time to react before being engulfed by the Thorned Rock Serpent.

A profound sense of danger descended from above, prompting John to lift his gaze to the sky.

Astonishingly, Jonathan had somehow managed to ascend to mid-air, his skin etched with dark patterns, exuding the fierce and wild aura of a beast.

Standing atop the serpent’s head, John’s figure remained upright.

He looked up at his opponent, his eyes narrowing, muttering to himself, “Interesting.”

…

At the very top of the gymnasium, the vice principal and several senior officials furrowed their brows in concern.

They sensed a familiar aura emanating from Jonathan.

The vice principal muttered, “Is this… a God’s Chosen?”

The identity of a God’s Chosen was no secret.

These individuals, blessed by deities, often possessed talents and combat abilities far surpassing those of ordinary geniuses, bordering on the monstrous.

However, they also represented elements of instability.

It was uncertain whether the deities backing them were benevolent or malevolent.

Most of the time, the deities behind the God’s Chosen were not of the benevolent kind.

The dean of students, frowning, asked, “Who was in charge of the preliminary tests? An unknown God’s Chosen is extremely dangerous. Doesn’t he understand that?”

This was the Star Cluster Academy, not only home to tens of thousands of spectators and awakeners but also a face of the Federation.

The emergence of an unidentified God’s Chosen during the assessments was a matter of grave concern.

Should this God’s Chosen lose control and employ any means to communicate with their deity, not even Principal Sophia, present here, could guarantee the safety of everyone involved.

Everyone present realized the severity of the situation, understanding the potential risks that came with an unknown God’s Chosen in their midst.