Amon came out of the testing hall when he was sure that all Prana was settled down in his body. The tree helped him to absorb all of it.
His body had become a lot stronger and purer. However, he was feeling a bit itchy all over his body. He went straight to the bathroom and cleaned himself before returning wearing the second uniform.
Tests were not over; now there was a Physical test of all the students. Amon performed very well in this exam also and came second, there was only one homo-Goblin that was stronger than him.
After this all students were asked to divide themselves into separate groups; this time it was based on the weapon of choice.
Amon was surprised not many were in his group, very few students used Sword as their primary weapon.
Most used Spears, Axe, or Mace. They were led to separate places according to their weapon of choice.
The moment Amon and the group appeared in this particular training field, near the entrance on the right side, countless different types of swords were placed.
A man approached them, wearing noble attire. He had big black horns folding backward and long grey hairs.
He looked at the group of twenty and said in a severe tone, "Students, you all will face against seniors by only using Sword. You must give your best and try to survive for as long as possible."
He brought them to the battle Ring, which was just a circular area fenced using wooden planks.
Five senior students were present, each with a different type of Sword. Each of their Swords was wooden.
Students had to enter the battle ring and challenge one of them; the first student picked a long sword and challenged the senior using two short swords.
He charged at him to gain an advantage but the opponent easily parried his attacks. Senior's Sword slid through the student's Sword, and he could feel something touching his neck before he could move.
Time passed, and the senior students kept thrashing the juniors; only some survived for long.
Amon noticed that all five of them had different fighting styles; when it was his turn, he chose the senior with the similar black horns to the teacher.
The senior student's eyebrows raised, and he looked at Amon—a glint of red appeared in his white eyes with black pupils.
Amon ignored it and chose a similar sword, a longsword but slightly smaller.
They both stood before each other, standing in their stance. The senior student stood in traditional sword stance his Sword pointing at his opponent and one leg before another.
Facing him was Amon, standing in a weird stance. His right hand was holding the Sword facing the ground while his left hand was behind his back.
The teacher looked at both of them and said start, Amon rushed at his opponent and swung his Sword.
His Sword moved, creating a small gust, and streaked toward the shoulder of the opponent; the senior student brought his Sword toward the place Amon was about to attack.
Amons's sword changed direction in the middle of his attack; his body bent forward as he lunged.
His Sword stabbed through air, approaching opponentt's abdomen, forcing the opponent to retreat.
"Woah," one of the students was surprised. Others also clapped; this was the first time some students could force back a senior.
The senior eyes were flared; he could not believe he would lose in the first face-off. His fingers cleaved as he tightened the grip on his Sword.
He charged at the opponent this time; his Sword danced in the air and attacked the opponent from different directions. He was also using faints to confuse Amona and land a precise strike.
However, what surprised him and others was Amon kept moving back while swinging his Sword and parring all the attacks.
Even the quiet teacher was impressed this time; he also got interested in the duel.
They exchanged multiple moves, their swords clashing with each other non-stop. The senior tried his best to pressure his opponent to admit defeat.
But it was as if Amon had different plans; he kept parrying the attacks while also launching his own attacks.
As time passed, the senior student was getting more frustrated; he could see the mocking expressions on the faces of his friends.
This time, he used all his strength; his Sword tore through the air and struck at the opponent's chest.
Amon saw this attack and approached the opponent, which caused a confusion in his opponent's eyes.
Then Amon used all his body weight on his right leg and bent his body a little. The opponent's attack landed on his shoulder, at the same time, his Sword approached the head of the opponent.
The senior opponent was surprised; he had never thought Amon would allow himself to be attacked in order to land his lethal attack.
His attack, even with a wooden Sword, was strong enough to injure Amon, As he saw the Sword approaching his head. He bent his body backward and dodged it.
However, it came as his biggest mistake. At that position, a kick approached his right leg, it carried all force on Amon's body.
His hips twisted as he kicked; his leg moved toward the opponent's legs with an intent to chop it off like a tree.
Senior legs kicked the ground; he did a back flip to dodge Amon's attack. Again, it was as if Amon had already predicted his at this moment, his kick changed its target in between.
It struck the back of the opponent in the middle of the back flip. This attack sent his body back.
His feet landed on the ground, he used his hand to balance himself. He looked at Amon.
This surprised him, his eyes shone crimson as he clenched his hands in anger. He jumped at Amon, A black Aura surrounding his Sword.
He was just about to attack when the teacher appeared between them and asked them to stop.
He looked at Amon, he was impressed by the battle instrincts of this kid. He checked the information about him and was forced to raise an brow.