I Can Summon All the Gods

After only eight laps, the students began to pant and sweat profusely.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

At this time, Bryce was already at the back of the line.

"No... I really can't!"

Bryce said breathlessly, bending over and putting his hands on his knees. At the same time, he only heard a whoosh, as if something was flying over.

Bang!

A big hole appeared on the ground beside Bryce.

He turned his head stiffly and looked at the big pit near him, which was still smoking. He swallowed subconsciously. If the fireball was closer to ten centimeters, he might have been burned to ashes!

"I can assure you that if you continue to park here, the fireball will hit you precisely next time." Locke's voice reached Bryce's ears when he still was fearful.

The others were also attracted by the loud noise and stopped. When they saw the broken earth beside Bryce, they immediately felt a little scared.

They didn't expect Locke to be so cruel!

"You win!"

Cursing in his heart, Bryce held his breath and continued to run. Seeing this, the others also moved quickly and were afraid of being favored by Locke's fireball.

Under the threat of Locke, Bryce soon caught up with the team.

An hour later.

Puff!

Bryce, who staggered behind the team, collapsed to the ground. "This time... I really can't..."

This time, Locke didn't urge him anymore. He could tell that Bryce had reached his limit. Another ten minutes passed, and there were fewer and fewer people in the team. At last, only Marcia was left. However, Marcia only held on for one more lap than the others, and finally, she couldn't hold on any longer.

Locke gave them ten minutes to rest.

"Although no one has successfully completed the training today, it's still a perfect beginning."

"From today on, I will give you physical training. When your physical fitness reaches a certain level, I will teach you the corresponding magic skills. So, today is just a beginning."

Locke said loudly, looking at Bryce and others who were sweating.

As soon as he finished his words, the crowd burst into an uproar.

"Do you mean that we will have such kind of training in the future?" Looking at Locke, Bryce asked with difficulty.

Only one morning was enough to torture him. If this would happen as usual, he would rather die!

"Congratulations. You're right." Locke nodded with a smile.

"Mr. Capet, we are mages. Why do we have to receive the training of warriors and swordsmen?" Marcia, who was at the front of the line, asked in confusion. Because of the sweat, a few strands of golden hair stuck to her forehead, and her pale face was also a little red, looking pitiful.

Locke had already guessed that the students would ask this question, so he patiently explained.

"Whether it is a mage, swordsman, warrior, or knight, they gather the energy scattered in the air into their bodies through the spirit power. In the battle, we will use this power to defeat the enemy."

"According to the usual system of practice, mages didn't need to refine body through physical training, because the magic element in our body will transform our body. With the improvement of the level of mages, our body will naturally become stronger."

"But I have to tell you that the body is the source of strength. Only when our body becomes stronger can we store more magic elements!"

However, many people sniffed at Locke's explanation. It was known that the magic practice system of Icacia Continent was verified by countless powerful grand mages. The most important thing was magic. First practicing magic, and then refining body through the magic element. Did Locke think he was stronger than those powerful mages?

Seeing the expressions on the students' faces, Locke just smiled faintly in his mind. He had explained everything that should be explained. Next, he only needed to attend five classes. He didn't forget that he came to the mage academy mainly to study magic books.

"Well, the morning training is over."

Locke didn't explain too much. He waved his hand, indicating that everyone could leave. "We'll still gather at the training ground this afternoon."

Hearing Locke's order to dismiss, Bryce gave Locke a ferocious look and then walked towards the training ground with Cindy supporting each other.

When he was more than ten meters away from Locke, he said indignantly, "Let's go to the Office of Academic Affairs to complain about him at noon!"

"Let's go together!"

"Yes, complain him!"

Others echoed as they rubbed their aching arms.

Locke couldn't help laughing when he heard the whispers of the crowd. Complaining about me? Whatever. Anyway, I had been a tutor as agreed. If the Office of Academic Affairs didn't allow him to teach, he would be more comfortable and had more time to read the magic books.

Supporting each other, Bryce and others had arrived outside the training ground.

"Isn't this our Master Hyman?"

A burst of laughter came.

Several boys in uniforms of mage academy came over. From the badges in front of them, it could be seen that they were also fire mages.

The young man in the lead was very fat, like a big wax gourd with feet. He looked at Bryce and others who were in a mess. "I didn't expect that the class of losers would also come to the training ground."

"It seems that you don't think you are qualified to work for mages, so you are going to work for warriors."

When they heard the words "class of losers ", the faces of people in Class 4, grade 1 suddenly darkened, and they all glared at the fatty.

There were four fire classes of grade 1 in total. Class 1 gathered all the talents. Class 2 and Class 3 were a little weaker and Class 4 was the weakest. Not to mention compared with the genius of Class 1, Class 4 had a huge gap between Class 2 and Class 3. Therefore, Class 4 was jokingly referred to as the "class of losers".

The fat man's name was Flinn Basel. He was the youngest son of Count Basel, a student in the fire magic class, class 2, grade 1. The Basel family was a force comparable to the Grace family in the business.

"Flinn, are you looking for a beating?"

Hearing Flinn's mockery, Bryce clenched his fists. If Cindy hadn't pulled him, he would have rushed up.

"Ha-ha, everyone, look, our respected Master Hyman is angry." Seeing the anger on Bryce's face, Flinn was not afraid at all.

"I heard that the tutor of your class is the loser named Locke Capet, right? Tut, tut, the whole losers of Naton County seem to be gathered in your class."

Flinn laughed at him without hesitation.

The onlookers were used to this scene. The Basel family and the Brandon family, which was flourishing now, were almost incompatible with the Hyman family. Because in the academy, the descendants of two opposing forces would also suppress each other.

The laughter gradually stopped. Flinn's face darkened slightly. He looked at Bryce with a mocking smile on his face. "Well, I'll give you a chance to challenge me. A month and a half later, on August 1st, we'll fight on the battle ring."