Ascension of the Nephilim - Chapter 652: Class of Trash

652 Class of Trash

The four days passed quickly.

The events around the entire world were affected due to the Crow’s families revealing connections and illegal activities.

And aside from that, those who knew of the Star Unsealing Path grew wary. Alistair’s bold actions had drawn the kingdoms and families to get to the bottom of things.

Those who were against the Star Unsealing Path began to move out on many Floating Continents, and some were even called to investigate the mystery of the mortal worlds.

The Mines of Dunchar and Zarefard kingdom were on the checklist that many of the families in the Continents Above the Sky had to check to see the connection of the mysterious family that saved the life of Emeros.

Perment received instructions through Alistair that they had to do everything within their capacity to impress someone so that they would be brought to the worlds above.

But as for Emeros, his concerns and challenges had to be in the Floating Continent, and despite all the chaos, all that mattered now was the test.

Emeros had emerged from the Valley Below the Lake with his class.

Today was when most activities could resume as the investigation of the many Stars of Combat had ended.

School had continued, and so, the day of Examinations had arrived.

Emeros led the way. He was now garbed with a dark purple cloak, revealing purple armor underneath. He didn’t even have the appearance of a Mage but looked like a Battlemage.

Among them, Serena had a beautifully adorned, dark armor like Emeros.

Behind him were his students. But unlike before, when his students did not adhere to any code of uniform, Emeros took advantage of the rules. They decided that since his class was official, he could assign a color of his own for his class.

The colors that the entire school had varied in shade and brightness. And Emeros decided on a color that drew the shock and hatred of many.

Of the colors present, the fewest was the purple shade. For this was the colors that only the elites wore. The shades of purple grew brighter and were adorned with many other colors.

But now, the Vashura class, considered a class of trash people, wore dark purple shades as they marched in the school.

The most prominent one belonged to Mackerel, who had a strange orb on his neck and wore a unique mask covering his entire face and gems covering the eyes.

All the students scowled as they saw the very arrogant march of this class

The entire school had thousands and thousands of students who dreamed of wearing a shade of purple, but now, this student dared to wear it.

“How dare you disrupt the sanctity of that color?!” An enraged student shouted, and many in his class followed.

“Remove those cloaks!”

“You trash students!”

Cries of anger resounded as many had just finished their exams.

However, the Vashura class ignored the angry students. They kept on their path towards the classroom where their exam was designated to take place.

As the class walked, a group of students stood at the pathway headed to the large building where the exams would be held.

Several second-year students blocked the path, and all had their weapons drawn.

“Is it not illegal to carry arms in such… threatening manner here on the school grounds? There are neither causes, challenges, or any circumstances that would grant you the opportunity to do this.” Emeros answered back.

“Silence, you uncultured student! You are just a mere stupid youth who has found some backing, and you think of yourself as some big shot! You remain as weeds meant to be thrown to fire in this school!” The student shouted at Emeros.

The student then turned to Mackerel, who had the most different outfit.

“Teacher Emeros! You are a teacher here, so in due respect of this, I will not say any more than necessary or insult you. But I will say this! It is very offensive to us, those that have passed the tests, to see people like this babbling idiot wearing cloaks and armor that only the worthy can wear!” The student shouted.

“…Erm. I’m not Teacher Emeros. I’m Mackerel, a student of Vashura. That is Teacher Emeros.” Mackerel pointed at Emeros.

“Calling a teacher names and disrespecting him in public. What was it now? I was a weed that found support? You even dare to mock the Prince, I see…” Emeros smiled.

The student was surprised, but before he could say anything, Emeros stabbed a green staff on the ground, and suddenly, the team shot numerous vines on the floor and quickly strangled the youth.

CRACK! CRACK!

The sounds of bones breaking could be heard as vines that were as thick and tall as trees had constricted themselves like a python.

“AHHHH!”

The shrill cry of the student echoed out, and many of those standing were scared.

Emeros glanced at the other students.

“TEACHER EMEROS!” A loud cry was heard as a middle-aged man arrived at the scene. She was flying using a strange device and had numerous energy conversion circles written over her weapons.

She had a Champion’s cultivation and could even do flight.

“You dare attack my student?!”

“You dare sully my reputation by having this boy badmouth me by accident? Is it that, or have you not informed your students what I look like? I bested a Senior Teacher, and you don’t even give that due respect? I gave him punishment due to his limits. His bones can heal. They were only crushed. As for you, if this was out of carelessness and you had not told your students about it, then you must do better. But if this student was intentionally set to insult me, then let’s settle this now! Challenge me in any field, Senior Teacher Crea. I will defeat you.” Emeros answered boldly as the vines continued to grow, and the cries of the student kept ringing.

Crea was suddenly trembling as she felt a thick killing intent on her.

She hesitated. The truth was that she was not not in any of Emeros’s statements. It wasn’t a trap, and it wasn’t totally because she failed to tell the students. The reason was she was unaware of who Emeros looked like! She heard about him but never really bothered to talk about it.

Emeros only became the topic because of the assassination. But since then, Emeros has not made public appearances!

As for Emeros, he had grown profoundly in the last week since the incident with the Crow family.

His cultivation was the same, but the knowledge of Valler, the skills and talents of a Star Assassin, and the amplifying factor of his experiences and expertise allowed him to finally glimpse at the thoughts and style of Kyros and Noxus.

Emeros watched the teacher and constantly planned and plotted what to do according to her actions.

The Senior Teacher continued to glare at Emeros.

“You will fail this exam.” The teacher declared.

“Is that a challenge?” Emeros smiled.

“I don’t need to. I’ll just wait and watch your fall.” Crea turned around, and with a wave of her palm, a concentrated spinning saw of fire shot out towards the vines.

But suddenly, the vines opened up and retreated back to Emeros, forming his staff.

Crea saw it and frowned as her attack didn’t even hit Emeros’s strange magic, condensed in a staff. She had heard of reports that Emeros was a master in energy conversion circles. They should not challenge him in combat unless this skill is not to be used!

“Hmp. Unethical paths such as that plant pet you have will not reach the summit. Now give me back, my student!” Crea called out.

THUD!

The vine was undone and returned to Emeros as a staff.

The student fell, and it was clear that his bones had been crushed.

Crea took him and flew off to the medical bay. But as Crea left, the remaining students did not yet move. They were not ordinary and would-be heroes in the mortal world. Despite seeing the ill fate of their classmate, they remained and turned to their targets.

“Oh? Even after seeing your classmate curled, you still block our path. Do you want to learn about respect?!” Emeros’s voice caused the students to tremble, and they bowed respectfully.

“Teacher is strong. As a teacher, the shades of purple are for you to wear. But the Vashura Class they insult our dignity. You know that we view them as the rejects of our school! They may be dragons soon, but now, they are mere hatchlings in your care. I hope the teacher will allow these humble students to expand the horizon of your class.” One of the students asked.

Many eyes watched from afar and observed the mysterious class of Emeros.

Emeros smiled.

“Go crazy. Class, you heard them. They are challenging all of you! Attack them!”

BLAST! BLAST! BLAST!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Without warning, all of Emeros’s class attacked the bowing second-year students.