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Amon exhaled deeply, sweat pouring out from his forehead.
He was currently hanging with the support of a blood spear that was engraved on the roof.
Taking a deep breath, he propelled himself to a nearby platform, right under the roof.
His spear disintegrated and he fell down on the floor, his back to the ball.
His face scrunched up in pain as his burnt back touched the wall.
If not for the [Void Training], which also trained him to fight multiple groups of opponents stronger than him at the same time, he would have been dead right now.
It was that experience that made him able to take decisions in short periods and how to act on them.
Taking out two mana potions, he quickly gulped them, recovering his mana back to full.
He was finally here, under the roof of the institute.
It was impossible to go outside from the first floor after he saw the class so this was his only choice.
