192 Chapter 192: Potential (1/2)

Before the fox-kin and knights' could even react, Caesar snapped his elegant fingers. Afterword, a few carts were brought into the training grounds by very muscular men. Their bodies were full of sweat and their muscles taut.

The wheels on the carts dug an inch or so deep into the ground as they were pulled, displaying its heavy weight. The knights and fox-kin alike could only gulp down a mouthful of saliva as they fearfully glanced at the carts.

Weapons, armor, tools, and even weights were present. Naturally, there were some peculiar objects as well, such as a strange blue ball, a few pieces of cloth, and a huge bundle of bandages.

Caesar knew that all humans possessed a limit when it came to their physical body, however, their magical talent was an entirely different story. He had fought powerful humans from the church first hand, and he knew how strong humans were capable of becoming.

Thus, he asked himself, why not his knights? Was it because their talent was non-existent, no, it was because they never tried to. Magic was something that only nobles and the church were knowledgable about, leaving commoners behind.

Thinking to here, he opened his thin lips, ”Clan heads, lead your small groups to pick up a set of armor and take a wooden weapon as well,” he said, ”as foryou, knights, I want you to group up and sit down on the ground.”

As his words were carried by the wind, the many knights and fox-kin did as he ordered. The fox-kin soon equipped his excessively heavy armor and the knights sat down in a group, curious as to what they were going to do next.

Caesar watched all of this with a subtle grin and soon ordered the fox-kin to run a few dozen laps with their current armor on. They needed to complete the knight registration test, so he would start them off on some simple physical training. As for the knights, Caesar approached them and extended his arms to the side.

An almost ethereal, light-blue energy escaped from his hands and entered into the large group of knights, including Tod and Sylvian. It penetrated their abdomen and seeped into their very being, shocking them.

The unknown force caused a few of the knight to grind their teeth painfully, while the others merely shivered and started to sweat. The energy coiled around their vital organs; their body slowly but surely getting used to the foreign feeling.

It was cold and unnatural, but the many knights ground their teeth and powered through, as it was something that Caesar had ordered them to do. They were no strangers to pain, and even when blood fell from their mouths, none of them screamed out in agony.

A few droplets of sweat dripped from Caesar's long, silver hair as he manipulating the large amount of mana. He felt as though the human bodies were adaptable, as such, once they got used to mana, they could potentially wield it themselves.

Naturally, the elves were much better off than the humans, but nonetheless, the male elves' magical capabilities left much to be desired. Caesar didn't expect the humans, nor elves, to become masters at wielding magic, or some sort of mana. In fact, Caesar merely wanted to test his hypothesis, and hopefully, awaken some of his soldiers.