Talent Test

The O'Brien Empire Warrior Academy recruited students once every half year, and there were still more than ten days until the next enrollment. As Bolan and the others walked through the magnificent Chiyan City, they gained some understanding of O'Brien's customs and culture.

Because the O'Brien Empire was a nation that revered martial prowess, high-level warriors could be seen coming and going every day. As the saying went, one took on the qualities of one's surroundings. Influenced by this environment, Wharton began training diligently without needing reminders from Bolan or Grandpa Hiri.

Bolan did the same. To ensure that he would not become an ordinary god who had refined a Godhead in the future, he trained even harder.

Anyone who had read the original story knew that the better one's magical talent, the greater one's advantage in comprehending the laws, and the higher one's chances of becoming a god. Thus, during breaks from practicing the Dragonblood Secret Manual, Bolan also tried using the meditation method he had learned from his younger brother Linley, testing whether he possessed any magical talent.

During his first meditation, Bolan sensed the magical elements between heaven and earth. Overwhelming waves of azure swept toward him. He only had wind-element affinity, but compared with the original story, its intensity clearly far surpassed the superior grade.

It seems I only have wind-element affinity, but it really does look quite good. I'll properly test my magical talent when I have time.

Time flowed like water, and before long, it was time for the academy's enrollment. Enrollment Plaza was packed with students and parents, nobles and commoners alike. Since the O'Brien Empire revered martial prowess, anyone with ability and talent could enroll for free, and upon graduation, receive the empire's recognition and be granted a noble title.

At that moment, the academy gates, more than ten meters tall, opened, and three figures emerged. All three wore tight-fitting warrior uniforms. Judging by the restrained auras around them, they were all Level 9 Warriors!

Bolan had not actually planned to enroll this time. He had only come to bring Wharton here to study. After all, Bolan was already a peak level 8 warrior, while warrior academies generally allowed students to apply for graduation once they reached level 7.

After sending Wharton off to school, Bolan planned to venture alone into the Magical Beast Mountain Range for training. His cultivation might be decent, but he had never experienced real combat. A trip to the Magical Beast Mountain Range had to be put on his schedule!

By then, Grandpa Hiri had already completed Wharton's registration for the entrance test. There were two officials at the testing grounds, one seemingly responsible for testing and the other for recording results. A complex magic array had been inscribed in the center of the grounds, along with stone weights for testing strength, ranging from 500 to 1,000 and 1,500 pounds.

"Number one," said the middle-aged man in charge of testing. "Do you see the huge stones ahead? Go lift one. Lift whichever one you can manage."

So this is all there is to the entrance test, Bolan thought with a smile.

Among the Four Ultimate Warriors, only Undying Warriors rivaled Dragonblood Warriors in strength. A Dragonblood Warrior could contend head-on with a peak Saint-level expert as soon as he entered the Saint-level, without falling behind in the slightest. Yet orthodox Dragonblood Warriors had almost no comprehension of the laws! That showed just how overbearing their bloodline was.

The first to be tested was an eight- or nine-year-old boy. "Walk into the magic array and lift the stone," the middle-aged man responsible for recording said coldly.

The test soon ended. The man in charge of recording announced, "Age: eight. Bones and muscles seven times stronger than an ordinary person's. Strength: 500 pounds. Level 1 Warrior. Upper-grade talent. Next."

Soon, it was Wharton's turn. Wharton slowly walked into the magic array, circulated his Dragonblood Battle Qi, and casually walked back out. The man responsible for recording looked astonished.

Wharton then walked over to the 1,000-pound stone. "Hah! Up!" He directly lifted the 1,000-pound stone before him, drawing an uproar from the crowd waiting nearby. The recorder then shouted, "Age: seven. Bones and muscles forty times stronger than an ordinary person's. Strength: 1,000 pounds. Upper-grade Level 2 Warrior. Exceptional warrior talent."

Wharton looked toward his elder brother Bolan among the family members, his face clearly filled with delight.

Although he knew that Dragonblood Warriors possessed incredibly formidable warrior talent, Bolan could not help saying, "Well done."

The middle-aged recorder hurriedly handed Wharton his test record. Wharton happily jogged over to Grandpa Hiri and his elder brother Bolan. "This is my test result." Bolan rubbed Wharton's little head and encouraged him, "Well done. Just as expected of a member of the Baruch Clan."

Grandpa Hiri was even more excited, tears streaming down his aged face as he choked out, "The Baruch Clan can finally rise for real! In the future, Dragonblood Warriors will surely shine across the entire Yulan Continent once more!"

Wasn't that so? The eldest, Bolan, was already a Level 6 Warrior before even reaching nine years old, and after transforming, he could reach level 8 warrior—something unprecedented. The second, Linley, possessed exceptional talent in two magical elements and had been directly admitted to the continent's finest Ernst Institute. Even the youngest, Wharton, had been admitted to the best academy in the martial nation of the O'Brien Empire through his extraordinary warrior talent.

The Baruch Clan will surely rise, Old Hiri murmured to himself.

Afterward, the two brothers tested their magical talents together. Bolan had exceptional wind-element affinity and spiritual force 110 times that of an ordinary person. His terrifying talent nearly caused the teachers from the academies competing to recruit him to start fighting in the street.

"Bolan, hello. I am an instructor from Landon Magic and Martial Academy, and I sincerely invite you to join our academy."

Unfortunately, Bolan had little interest in magic. His physical talent and battle qi talent were the foundation upon which he would roam the continent in the future. He could only brush aside the olive branches offered by those academies. The recruitment teachers nearby looked as though they hated to see good steel wasted on a dull blade, leaving Bolan both amused and helpless. Wharton, meanwhile, wore an adorable expression that seemed to say, This is my brother. Bolan could not resist reaching out to ruffle Wharton's hair again.

Wharton's magical talent was fairly ordinary, only at a middling level in the fire element. No wonder that, in the original story, he could only refine a Godhead to become a god.