Chapter 298: One Man Against All (1/2)

”Y-Yes! To become a Fourth-Year, you must predict what level of magic I'm gonna use,” Galak responded.

”Huh?” Lawrend blinked his eyes at him in confusion.

”I won't cast my spell but predict what level it is from the flow of mana you can observe on my body,” Galak further explained.

”I got it,” Lawrend replied with a nod of his head.

”Let's go outside. I might accidentally destroy this room,” Galak said.

And so, everyone in the room walked outside. They stood around in a circle on the grassy open area beside the building of the Lightning Department.

Lawrend and Galak were standing in the center as they faced each other.

”Ready?” Galak asked.

”I am,” Lawrend replied.

Galak straightened his body and closed his eyes. He then raised his hand into the air.

”O' Thunder of Heaven, hire me as your servant, use me as your lightning rod, cast destruction through my body, Lightning Sundering Net!” Galak chanted.

His body partially glowed purple but nothing happened as he stopped it from fully executing.

”Phew. What do you think? We can wait for as long as you want,” Galak asked with a smile on his face.

”High Mage,” Lawrend replied calmly and confidently.

”What? You aren't gonna think about it seriously?” Galak asked in confusion.

”I'm confident in my answer,” Lawrend replied.

”...Correct,” Galak replied in a daze.

”Have you perhaps heard about this spell before?” an instructor on the side asked.

”No,” Lawrend curtly replied.

”Very well. Let me test you too then,” the instructor replied.

”Sure,” Lawrend replied with a calm shrug of his shoulders.

In his mind, there wasn't any difference between whoever tested him. After all, he already knew the technique to determine the strength and level of a spell.

Galak and the instructor nodded at each other before they exchanged places.

The instructor closed his eyes and firmly planted the soles of his shoes on the ground.

”O' Zeus, herald my call, blast the ground into pieces, Lightning Smite!” the instructor chanted.

”True Mage,” Lawrend said with the same calmness as earlier.

”Wha—!”

The instructor widened his eyes and stared at him in incredulity.

”Anyone else wanna try?” Lawrend asked as he eyed the crowd in a relaxed manner.

Seeing his carefree appearance, some of the instructors felt humiliated. One by one, they tested him without any rest.

As for Verkoli, he was simply watching the proceedings calmly. He already knew how Lawrend was figuring it out.

It was because of the length of the chants. The more lines there are in a spell, the stronger it was.

”The next ones, stop chanting your spells,” Verkoli said.

Immediately, the instructors that were about to go next furrowed their eyebrows in confusion. They hadn't had any idea that Lawrend could tell because of the length of the chants.

”Yes, sir,” the instructors replied.

Lawrend furrowed his eyebrows after hearing Verkoli's words. He knew that Verkoli found out about his trick. Nevertheless, that didn't faze him.