Explanation

Colin's gaze swept over to the two classmates who were usually close to Brian. These sons of wealthy merchants were like rabbits spotted by a tiger, trembling all over. They quickly and obediently stepped forward, one lifting Brian's feet and the other his shoulders, carrying him away.

The wealthy and rich farmer's sons present were all embarrassed and turned their heads away.

"Clap, clap, clap." Ms. Anna clapped her hands at the opportune moment. After attracting the students' attention, Ms. Anna said sternly, "The academy allows you to spar, not to provoke trouble. Colin did not take the opportunity to kill Chal because this is the academy, and you are classmates. If you were adventuring outside, his death a hundred times over would not be enough to atone."

After a pause, Ms. Anna looked at Colin with admiration and smiled, "Forget these two matches and remember the pleasantness. Colin's Roer Military Swordsmanship was used exceptionally well. I hope you can all absorb its essence and improve yourselves."

"Alright, continue your training."

Colin bowed to Ms. Anna and obediently returned to practice his swordsmanship, though he couldn't help but feel distracted. His leveling up was entirely dependent on adding points.

As for the sons of the wealthy and rich farmers, they were somewhat bewildered. They had been too engrossed in the spectacle and only felt that Colin's swordsmanship was agile and powerful, without paying close attention. Thinking back now, they were filled with regret, having missed a great opportunity.

However, the noble disciples, whose physical fitness, intelligence, and swordsmanship all surpassed those of the wealthy and rich farmers' sons, showed expressions of deep thought. They had grasped something.

The leaders among the noble disciples, their Roer Military Swordsmanship even showed significant improvement, their every move agile and varied.

Ms. Anna's face showed a slight smile upon seeing this. Although the reasons for these two matches were somewhat unsavory, the results were gratifying.

"Colin." Bill was still practicing with his training greatsword near Colin, but he was also distracted. He glared at Colin and let out a cold snort, his face clearly showing anger.

As for the reason for his anger, Colin sighed heavily, "What's coming will come. Not only Bill, but I need to find a reason to fob off Smith and Linda as well."

"I'll explain after school," Colin said softly.

"This scoundrel, he made me worry for so many days for nothing." Bill's anger had not subsided. He glared fiercely at Colin and then angrily swung his training greatsword with great force.

However, he was also very confused. "I spend five days a week with this guy. This guy's strength was originally on par with Chal's, and they fought back and forth. At least, that was the case before he took the Bloodline Potion, and his attempt to take the Bloodline Potion seemed to have truly failed. But since returning from Kent City, his actions have become different. I'm quite happy about the improvement in his strength, but this guy actually hid it from me, the scoundrel!"

His inner confusion eventually turned into anger.

Nothing particularly noteworthy happened after that. By the time school ended, Colin had not seen Brian or Chal return from the infirmary. It was said their injuries were quite serious and would not heal anytime soon.

Upon hearing this, the sons of wealthy merchants and rich farmers frequently looked at Colin with fear. No one wanted to become the next Brian or Chal. In their hearts, Colin had become an existence that was completely unprovokable.

After school, Colin, carrying his schoolbag with his training greatsword at his waist, walked out of the academy gates shoulder-to-shoulder with Bill.

Turning right after leaving the school gate and walking for a while, the two arrived at Marquis Kent Street. Colin finally turned to look at Bill and apologized, "Don't be angry. I didn't intend to hide it, but I didn't know how to explain."

"We are good friends. Of course, I won't pry too much into your privacy. But I thought you failed to take the Bloodline Potion and were afraid you'd be bullied by Brian and Chal. And you clearly have such great strength, I feel like I was played for a fool," Bill said, still very angry and huffing. But he didn't turn and leave, clearly wanting to hear Colin's explanation.

Colin felt ashamed and sighed inwardly. "Although we are good friends, I absolutely cannot reveal the System. I can only lie."

Colin looked around and said softly, "After I returned from Kent City this time, I met a reclusive old Magician in a village outside Will City. He said I had the potential to become a Magician, so he took me on as an apprentice. He also gave me a Bloodline Potion, a Strength Potion, an Agility Potion, and some strange potions. After taking various potions, I gained my current strength."

Upon hearing this, Bill's face showed an expression of "as I expected." He said, "It's similar to my guess. Many legendary powerhouses have similar experiences to yours. They meet a wise Magician, or encounter a wondrous creature, and then embark on an adventure."

As he spoke, Bill pinched his chin and added, "Besides this explanation, there's no way to explain why your strength changed so drastically."

Colin immediately breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank this magical world, and thank those novels, biographies, and legends. Just as Bill automatically imagined. Almost all powerhouses from humble backgrounds have one thing in common: meeting a wise old Magician or a wondrous creature."

"Congratulations, Colin. You will definitely become a strong Transcendent and then revitalize the Russell family, allowing you, Linda, and Smith to live good lives," Bill said, no longer angry after hearing the explanation, and offered his sincere blessings. He knew Colin well and understood what Colin pursued.

"Thank you, Bill," Colin said warmly, smiling gratefully.

Since the explanation was complete, there was no need to linger. After bidding farewell to his friend, Colin headed towards Wright Street, parting ways at a certain intersection.

"Welcome back, Colin." When Colin arrived at his doorstep, Linda, as usual, greeted him wearing an apron, but this time she held a spatula. She hugged and kissed Colin.

Her ample bosom still made Colin uncomfortable, and he fled upstairs like he was escaping. Linda was left alone, smiling.

"The boy is growing up. But perhaps I should also be mindful?"

A short while later, Smith also returned. Linda, as usual, called Colin downstairs, and Colin responded and went down. Today's dinner returned to normal, with each person receiving a steak, a glass of water, and a large basket of bread that was enough to go around.

The large roasted chicken that welcomed Colin back from his grand adventure in Kent City that day was a luxury for the Russell family.

During dinner, Smith and Linda still exchanged their daily experiences, while Colin spoke very little. After dinner, Smith intended to pat his backside and leave, handing the mess over to Linda. Colin, however, wore a serious expression.