Rise of Franz

Chapter 6: Magic and Power

The dragon’s breath exploded violently, sending the examiner crashing down from the platform. However, the examiner’s protective shield remained intact, and he was unharmed, demonstrating that a Grand Mage was not so easily defeated. The entire arena fell silent. Although the attack couldn’t harm the examiner, the magical display was incredibly impressive, especially the final explosion, which startled everyone.

The examiner, stunned, announced the result:

"Leona, 17 years old, Intermediate Senior Mage."

"Boom!"

This result caused a stir among the crowd. Being an Intermediate Senior Mage at 17 meant that in the future, Leona would at least achieve the rank of Mage Saint, with a chance to reach the level of Mage God. She was indeed a once-in-a-thousand-years talent for the family.

"Indeed, a magical genius. It seems that in just a few decades, our family will have another Mage Saint."

Elder patted his chest and said. Duss also looked proud. After all, she was his daughter. The Grand Elder snorted.

"Indeed, she is the daughter of the family head. But I heard that our second young master was so afraid of the family test that he ran away and went missing."

Hearing the Grand Elder’s sarcasm, Duss remained calm.

"He hasn’t had his test yet, Grand Elder. Who knows who will come out on top?"

The Grand Elder frowned slightly but said nothing more, as it was now Desmond’s turn to step onto the stage for the test. He still had that arrogant look, ignoring everyone. Desmond drew a large sword that emitted a brilliant red glow. The temperature around him became dry and uncomfortable.

"Oh, this is a magical weapon."

A knowledgeable young man exclaimed. Magical weapons are items with magical runes inscribed on them. They can enhance offensive or defensive capabilities and activate the magic engraved on them. Such items are extremely valuable. It was surprising that Desmond owned a magical sword, making everyone envious.

"Unexpectedly, the Grand Elder is so fond of his grandson that he even gave him a magical weapon."

Duss smirked slightly in mockery. The Grand Elder remained indifferent.

"Desmond is my grandson and a genius of the family. This is called rewarding a hero with a valuable sword. Unlike a waste of space, even with a magical enhancement, there would be nothing impressive."

The Grand Elder emphasized the term "waste of space" with sarcasm, but Duss remained calm, smiling as if he had not heard the Grand Elder's words.

Desmond enjoyed the admiration and envy from the crowd. He gripped the large sword tightly and swung it forcefully at the stone.

"Boom!"

The large sword drew a beautiful red arc and struck the stone, creating a deep cut. But unexpectedly, the stone quickly recovered to its original state. The magical world was indeed miraculous.

"17 years old, Peak Late Stage Fighter."

The entire arena buzzed. A Peak Late Stage Fighter was already close to the rank of Grand Fighter. The young people showed admiration, but the Second Elder frowned on the high platform.

"With a magical weapon, to only achieve a result equivalent to a Peak Late Stage Fighter, it seems Desmond's progress has not been impressive. Despite his high talent, he cannot be lazy in his training."

Other elders nodded in agreement. The Grand Elder turned a blind eye.

At this moment, a young man with blue hair, a resolute face, and an imposing demeanor, holding a spear, stepped onto the stage. This was Geoffrey, known as the number one talent in the family in terms of fighting spirit. Geoffrey’s calm demeanor gave the impression that he had the whole situation under control. The elders nodded in approval, as composure was essential for a talented commander.

Geoffrey held the spear horizontally in a respectful manner. Then, he exerted force with both hands and thrust the spear straight at the stone.

"Thud."

Without noise or extravagance, the spear penetrated about three-quarters of the way into the stone. The entire arena gasped. The stone had superhuman resilience, yet it was nearly pierced by Geoffrey. The onlookers felt that they could never achieve such a feat.

"Geoffrey, 18 years old, Late Stage Grand Fighter."

The crowd erupted in cheers. It was evident that Geoffrey was well-liked by the family’s disciples. After the cheering subsided, the examiner continued the test.

"Franz."

The arena suddenly became silent, followed by laughter. Everyone knew Franz was considered a waste.

"Forget it, why bother with a test for that waste?"

A young man shouted from below. The other young people also nodded in agreement.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a fireball flew and burned the hair of the shouting young man. Everyone shuddered and looked towards the back. Leona stood there with a dark expression, exuding murderous intent. None of the young men dared to move, let alone resist. The notorious reputation of Miss Leona was well-known.

"Franz."

The examiner continued to call out his name. The Grand Elder sneered contemptuously.

"A waste is just a waste."

After a pause, the examiner said,

"If Franz does not achieve anything, the result will be..."

"Wait a moment, sorry for being late, I was stuck in traffic."

A voice suddenly interrupted the examiner. Franz walked in leisurely from the entrance, showing no sign of embarrassment for being late.