CHAPTER 1003: CHAPTER 807: THE HEAVENLY PRIDES OF THE NEW GENERATION (EXTENDED CHAPTER)

Within World Tree Academy, there are ordinary tutors, advanced tutors, and special level tutors.

Among them,

those responsible for teaching the Genius Class students are the special level tutors.

Every tutor is battle-hardened, with extensive theoretical knowledge and superior teaching experience.

This refers to the permanent tutors.

At this moment,

in the office area of the Genius Class tutors, a meeting of the tutor group is taking place.

Several special level tutors responsible for different fields are seated around the round table, occasionally glancing at the empty main seat.

"The group leader is late again."

"Get used to it."

"I heard today’s meeting is related to the graduation assessment? Haven’t we prepared for graduation a long time ago?"

"Old Wang, I heard your Blade Series genius plans to graduate early, congratulations, you can get a bonus again this year."

Tutor Wang’s expression is complex:

"Sigh, you may not believe it, but that girl barely needs my guidance. If I were not at the Second Tier, I would doubt I am her match."

"Get used to it."

A man with a stern face hurriedly walked in from the door, sat in the main seat, and casually placed a bag of fritters nearby.

"Sorry, I got delayed lining up for... cough cough, I mean I just returned from a meeting at the Lord’s castle, so I was a bit late."

The fragrance of fritters permeated the meeting room, but the tutors didn’t mind.

Eyeing Group Leader Yang Hai intently, "Yang Group, did you really attend a meeting at the castle?"

"My goodness, quick, tell us what the castle looks like?!"

"Is that the critical point? Those attending castle meetings are all big figures, the group leader just ranks at the bottom."

"Cough, quiet!"

Yang Hai had no choice but to distribute the fritters.

For a while, the entire meeting room was filled with the aroma of food.

"I indeed just returned from the castle meeting and brought important instructions from the City Lord."

He spoke for a few minutes, "...This graduation assessment will invite guests from various forces. No mistakes can be made, got it."

"Understood!"

"The elderly City Lord will be attending, how can we not take it seriously... cough, I mean doing our part is expected."

...

The news of inviting foreign guests for this year’s graduation assessment gradually spread among the students.

At this moment,

with more than a week left until the assessment day, every student is making a final sprint.

In one year, Vito’s rank has risen significantly.

"But it’s still not enough."

He wasn’t dueling in the Spirit Space but practicing in reality, in a training field, thrusting his spear, the spear light turning into multiple illusions.

The World Tree Academy’s graduation assessment is divided into ordinary class, elite class, and Genius Class.

The assessment requirements vary for different classes.

Ordinary and elite class students face the risk of failing the assessment, while Genius Class students often pass entirely, yet their passing grades vary.

Top performers can join the main combat army, serve as team leaders, or company commanders.

Poor performers can only go to second-tier armies, with vastly different treatment.

Vito is just an exchange student, ultimately destined to return to the Hero Club, the World Tree Academy’s certificate rating isn’t so crucial for him.

However,

above the Genius Class, there’s the Transcendent Class, only the top graduates qualify to enter the Transcendent Class for further studies.

At World Tree Academy, above six-year classes, there are only the Transcendent Class, Rune Class, Array Class, Potion Class, and a few others.

Talents are even rarer in Rune and Array related classes.

Vito knows he’s not the material for studying runes or arrays.

The Transcendent Class is his only goal.

"The Genius Class is already filled with freaks, who knows what the Transcendent Class is like..."

Even with rapid progress, Vito barely reaches the top ten of his level, he lacks confidence.

He is also unaware of the Transcendent Class’s admission criteria.

It’s rumored to be based on strength, not numbers.

It’s possible to admit over ten one year, but just two or three another.

Vito opened his watch, looked at his few remaining credits, gritted his teeth, and spent them all to hire a top-level tutor for guidance.

...

The next day,

Vito arrived at the seventh training ground, waiting for the tutor.

He wasn’t idle either, holding the spear in both hands, starting to train. Without using Source Power, each thrust was pure physical explosion, still piercing the air, with sonic boom sounds echoing within the training ground.

It was unclear how long had passed,

"Your perseverance is commendable, but... you’re overly pursuing speed."

Vito suddenly awoke, body tense.

He slowly turned his head to see a cold-faced young man standing a dozen meters away.

"Tutor."

Vito slightly bowed.

Long Tao, the strongest gun series tutor in the academy.

Vito never missed one of his public classes, every time proved immensely beneficial.

"Spearmanship emphasizes sharpness, momentum, advancing unstoppably, with one strike to kill."

"Your spearmanship focuses too much on speed, neglecting momentum, watch closely..."

Long Tao extended a hand to grasp the air, Source Qi in the surroundings surged, gathering in his palm.

Gradually stretching, condensing into a 2.8-meter-long spear.

He held the spear, his aura changed drastically.

Like dark clouds pressing down on the city, making people involuntarily retreat.

Of course, Vito didn’t flee, he tightened his grip on his spear, concentrated and ready.

Long Tao moved.

The speed wasn’t fast, it could even be described as slow.

He slowly raised the energy spear, stirring the surrounding Source Qi, thrusting out a simple, unadorned strike.

No sonic boom from tearing air.

Vito’s eyes fully kept up with it, the spear tip’s trajectory was clearly visible.

But his mind was completely blank.

In his pupils, there was only the spear tip coming closer and closer.

He wanted to block, wanted to retreat, but his body couldn’t move an inch.