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"Slash!" "Slash!"

One by one, warriors fell, mostly with their heads severed or their chest caved in.

Their skin was tough; Tron wasn\'t confident in killing them with one strike anywhere but the throat, their most vulnerable spot.

At the beginning, Tron was actually weaker than some of the Stone Desert warriors.

But with his schemes he utterly overwhelmed most warriors. But now, he was rapidly adapting to their strength and more even surpassed most of them in actual combat.

"Die! Die!" Tron\'s eyes were cold, without a trace of mercy.

"Swish!" "Pfft!" Tron blade skills improved,as the warriors fell one after the other.

Previously, when facing magical creatures above Acolyte level the strength difference was too great, forcing Tron to rely on intelligence, often only managing to kill one after multiple attempts.

Now? With his body at the magus realm.

Coupled with his ability to tap into deeper body strength using Blood Rage, his explosive power now matched those Rank 1 Single magic line Stonemen.

He dared to confront them all head-on using Blood Rage of course!

"Woo!"

"ROAR!" "ROAR!"

As warriors fell, the remaining ones roared, communicating in their simple language, their steps faltering.

The Stone Desert tribe was indeed bloodthirsty and crazy, but they feared a hopeless battle.

Life fears death, and fear is contagious.

In the past two days, \'foreign\' invaders had attacked their tribe multiple times, causing nearly a hundred warrior casualties.

Now, a more terrifying \'foreigner\' had arrived.

At this moment.

"ROAR!" From the largest stone house in the tribe\'s center, three figures emerged, each more burly than the last.

The tallest, almost 3.5 meters tall, was truly a \'rock giant.\'

Clearly, these three were the tribe\'s leaders.

"Two Single Mark, and peak single mark Rank 1 magical creatures." Tron muttered as he saw the tint on their skins.

The strongest was a peak single mark Rank 1 and had intelligent eyes, making him a formidable opponent.

"[Singularity Magus (23.2%)]" Tron glanced at the panel: "Keep killing."

The continuous slaughter ignited Tron\'s bloodlust.

This dance on the edge of life and death, where one mistake meant severe injury or death, was irreplaceable by any virtual duel or practice.

"ROAR!"

The peak single mark Rank 1 tribe leader\'s furious roar tore through the battlefield, shaking the very ground beneath Tron\'s feet. Rage boiled in his blood as he watched his warriors fall, his voice booming like thunder. It wasn\'t just noise—it was a challenge, a promise of death.

"Die!!" The leader\'s guttural voice, rough but clear, carried an intent that needed no explanation. He knew human language—enough to make himself understood.

His roar rippled through the tribe, reigniting the dwindling spirits of the Stone Desert warriors. They rallied, their morale momentarily lifted by the sheer presence of their leader.

"ROAR!"

"

Boom!

The tribe leader moved like an avalanche, his massive body barreling toward Tron with incredible speed, each step a thunderous quake that sent gusts of wind rippling through the air. The warriors immediately fell back, clearing the path for their leader\'s charge.

Tron squinted, his eyes fixed on the leader, his blade moving swiftly, cutting down three more warriors.

Seeing this, the second and third tribe leaders, who intended to watch, couldn\'t hold back and charged.

...

In the dimly lit meeting room, the atmosphere was tense, the air thick with disbelief. Dozens of instructors sat around a massive conference table, their eyes glued to the enormous screen before them. On the screen was a live feed of Tron, mid-battle, deep in the heart of the Stone Desert tribe\'s encampment.

The sound of clashing weapons, roars, and bloodthirsty howls filled the room as the teachers watched in stunned silence.

Tron was cutting down wave after wave of Stone Desert warriors, his movements precise, his power undeniable.

"Tron?" one of the instructors finally broke the silence, his voice incredulous. "How the hell did he get this strong?"

Another, Alicia with her arms crossed, turned to glare at Daphne, the instructor responsible for overseeing Tron\'s progress. "Daphne," she began, her voice laced with suspicion, "you didn\'t secretly slip him any extra resources, did you? Because how else could he have already become a Singularity Magus?"

Although surprised, Daphne shook her softly and snorted. hook her head firmly. "No, I haven\'t given him anything. I wouldn\'t risk being punished by the Dean, would I?"

"Then how did he train?" another teacher murmured. "One person dared to attack the entire Stone Desert tribe? Seraph tried this before and barely escaped with her life after killing a few of them. But Tron\'s… handling it."

"Did he hide his strength before?" one asked, but nobody had an answer.

The room buzzed with disbelief. Tron had always shown promise, but this? This was beyond their expectations.

"His score," a voice chimed in, pulling up another data screen, "it\'s over 500 now. He\'s already ranked 16th." The announcement only deepened the shock in the room.

Alice\'s face was dark and her mane floated as she angrily glared as Daphne.

The other teachers hadn\'t paid constant attention to Tron, but she had been watching from the start do the bet.

Earlier, Tron\'s was only a peak level Acolyte.

After a few minutes, he was already a Magus. Just what sorcery was that?

"Hehe, Alice. Hope you are not planing on regressing your bet?" Daphne chuckled.

Magus Alice snorted and downed another bottle of alcohol without answering.

The master of Herb, Magus Gerald glanced at Tron with cold eyes. Tron\'s strength was already reaching the Magus realm. It might be difficult for Valtor to take care of him if Tron was allowed to grow even stronger.

"It\'s starting."

"The three tribe leaders are attacking simultaneously." Daphne watched the enlarged screen.

All the teachers watched.

This battle was the pinnacle of the combat assessments.

...

"Die!"

The roar echoed from the rock giant leader, his massive metal blade gleaming under the pale moonlight.

His tattered armor, though tattered, augmenting his already formidable strength.

Unlike the other Stone Desert warriors, this leader had a sharp intelligence behind his brutal strength, making him far more dangerous.

His eyes gleamed with the calculation of a seasoned fighter.

"Swoosh!"

With a guttural roar, the leader lunged forward, his explosive speed causing the ground beneath him to crater.

"Whoosh!""Swish!"

A terrifying blade light flashed that suppressed the entire radius of a meter into a pressurized zone.

"Kill!"

Tron also burst forward, and slashed Megaton forward like a massive Hammer!

"BANG!"

A deafening shockwave blasted in all directions, dust and debris swirling violently in the air. Sparks flew, bright and fierce, as metal met Megaton\'s crushing blow. Tron\'s body jerked back from the impact, his feet digging into the ground as he skidded back eleven steps, the earth beneath his heels cracking with each forced step.

The ground trembled violently as if the entire jungle was reacting to their sheer power.

Meanwhile, the Stone Desert tribe leader only stumbled back five steps, his feet carving deep grooves into the ground.

His eyes burned with a feral rage as he snarled, muscles trembling with strength.

Just as Tron steadied himself, the second Stonemen leader flashed behind him with terrifying speed, almost like an apparition materializing from the shadows.

"BANG!"

Tron reacted instantly, his reflexes sharpened from countless battles. He slammed his right heel into the ground, twisting his body mid-motion to harness the kinetic energy from his previous attack. In one fluid motion, he swung Megaton forward, using the momentum to block the incoming blow.

"BANG!"

The impact was even more violent this time. Sparks exploded in mid-air like fiery embers, casting a golden-orange glow over the battlefield. The clash of their weapons illuminated the surrounding forest in a brief, blinding flash.

This time though, Tron\'s body was actually sent flying into the air. But it wasn\'t as unceremonious as what one might think.

He seemed to float in mid-air as he landed softly on the ground.

The third Stonemen leader didn\'t give Tron the chance to gain his bearing and smashed a sudden metal cudgel at Tron like a massive hammer. If such a strike could hit Tron\'s head, then he would undoubtedly have his head smashed to mush.

Tron simply glanced at the Rank 1 single line Magical Creature and placed the top of his blade on the ground and suddenly leapt in the air, standing on the handle of the two meters large blade, he suddenly leaned forwards, twisting his body in midair with his hands still on the blade handle.

An astonishing force suddenly generated from the circular momentum as Tron\'s body twisted three times horizontally in mid-air like a cyclone.

The wind howled around him as the rotation grew faster and more powerful, creating a swirling vortex in the air. It was as if a cyclone had formed in the blink of an eye, with Tron at its center. His blade, now a part of the storm, became a force of nature itself.

With one final, devastating twist, Tron brought the whirlwind-like blade crashing down on the cudgel.

"KA-BOOM!"