The Arcane God

"Oh, about that..." Oberon had been thinking, and pretending as if he had thought of something, he said to Sharon, "I have to say that the level of teaching here has declined a lot in recent years."

"Oh..." Sharon smiled slightly and said. "Why do you say that?"

Oberon put down the tableware in his hand and said, "Initially, I wanted these kids to participate in the college competition to make a name for themselves. The aim was for them to have a medium grade or high grade at most in the competition. That would have been okay for them. But I didn't expect..."

Sharon said, "You didn't expect them to make it to the top four!"

Oberon smiled, picked up the hazelnut container, and started eating again.

Sharon said, "Oberon, I know you still have something to hide from me, don't you?"

Oberon raised his head and glanced at Sharon, but did not speak. It was just that the speed of him eating the hazelnuts had slowed down significantly.

Just listening to Sharon continued: "Actually, it's not that the quality of teaching in the college has declined, but that your students are too strong. There is one thing that I am very curious about, and that's about their powerbases. What can you say about their powerbases jumping from the copper levels to the bronze levels in less than a year?"

Oberon smiled and dropped more hazelnuts into his mouth.

"What? Even a school master like me has no right to know?" Sharon performed all-over seductive tricks, chasing Oberon's gaze with a pair of beautiful big eyes.

Even though Sharon was already in her forties, as an electrum mage, she still maintained her appearance of a girl in her twenties. She was still shining brighter and moving in a more charming way.

Oberon's heart beat faster when he saw it. He quickly turned his eyes sideways, and stared at the food in front of him. After pondering for a moment, he sighed and said, "Okay! I can only tell you about the general situation because this secret belongs to the Birch clan where Oscar came from, it is inconvenient for me to tell others the details."

"Okay."

Oberon turned his eyes back to Sharon and said, "In the Birch village, there's a mysterious cave. The sheer power of ether there is stronger than the one in our Mystic Keep. Many times stronger, probably hundreds of times."

Oberon didn't want to say more. In fact, the ether in the Immortal Cave was not hundreds of times stronger than in the Mystic Keep, but thousands of times more stronger. However, in order to keep this secret, Oberon did not dare to reveal it in depth, for fear that Sharon would find the answer hard to believe.

Oberon continued: "For around a year, we have been harnessing and refining ether in this cave after obtaining permission from Oscar, so the powerbases of these children has improved so much faster than expected. And my injuries have also recovered a bit. My essence value has moved from seven to eighty-eight in the past year."

"I see..." Sharon nodded slowly, secretly thinking in her heart: This was really incredible. How could such a strange place exist in this world without the academy knowing. However, since it was the secret of Oscar's clan, it was inconvenient for her to ask in depth.

After the light fruity meal, although Oberon eats quickly, but while the two were eating and talking, more than an hour had passed.

When Oberon came out of the school master's office, it was already afternoon. Although the contests were still going on in the arena at this time, Oberon didn't go to watch it and went back to his residence.

After two days of observation, Oberon was not too worried about whether Lester could enter the semi-finals.

Certainly so, it didn't take long, Oscar and Lester returned to their residence happily, looking at how happy they were, they knew that Lester had already made it to the quarterfinals, and he was only waiting for tomorrow's contest for the top four.

Fast forward to the fourth day.

Only the quarterfinals were left in the contest. Because fourteen students competed yesterday afternoon, only seven qualified. In this case, one student would be saying goodbye in today's contest.

So the academy drew lots among the seven students who lost yesterday afternoon, and selected a lucky student as a supplement to the top eight. After all, luck was also a part of student's attributes, it depended on whether the student could be lucky to the end to win.

It was a pity that Oscar collided with Lester in the morning. If they met in the afternoon, there would still be a chance to be selected by random selections.

Therefore, among the eight students in today's contest, one student lost once yesterday.

Today's stands were still crowded with people. Although there were fewer relatives and friends of the contestants, there were many people who come to watch the contest. There were three or four thousand people crowded in the stands.

There was still only one square arena with a side length of forty meters.

After the examiner finished dividing the groups, Lester was assigned to the second group to battle. A little girl was assigned to a group with Lester to compete.

Said to be a little girl, because this girl really grew up too small. She was even more than half a head shorter than Lester, about one meter or two. She was thin and slender, and looked like she was seven or eight years old.

Lester just glanced at her suspiciously. Lester knew that people couldn't be judged by their appearances at all, and none of the contestants who could make it to the top eight were weak in any form.

The battle for the top four in the transformation department was really exciting, and it was a fun fight! The blade and real crossbow were much more enjoyable than the magical one.

The first group of contests came to a conclusion quickly. After the examiner announced that the second group would be on the court, Lester and the little girl walked into the ring together.

After the two sides stood still, Lester lowered his head and said to the little girl, "Hello, my name is Lester Ragewinds, I am 10 years old, and I am an early stage bronze swordsman."

The little girl saw Lester's charming smile, also bowed, and said in a clear voice: "Hello, my name is Miara Longhorns, 14 years old, early bronze."

Although Lester had a calm temperament, he still frowned. He thought to h8mself: How did you grow up like this at the age of 14? I have seen a lot of anxious students, but this is the first time I have seen such a calm student.

After the first and last names were announced, both parties took their places. The examiner waved his hand and shouted, "The contest starts!"