Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 191: The End Of The Exam (Part 1)

Chapter 191: The End Of The Exam (Part 1)

As soon as the door closed, the black-clad opponent moved.

Amalia thought he was going to rush over toward her, and her nerves at their peak readiness.

However, the black-clad opponent instead increased the distance between them, causing her to show a faintly surprised expression.

Did this black-clad opponent know that she also possessed a formidable close combat skills?

She suddenly remember her two matches with students from the weaponry 8departement, where she exhibited her strong close combat skills.

If the opponent had heard about this, creating distance would indeed be the best approach.

This scene seemed abnormal to the onlookers because everyone knew that black-clad opponents typically preferred close combat battle.

The act of increasing distance was usually initiated by the students themselves.

"That’s unfair! Why did this black-clad opponent increasing his distance? Didn’t he see that Amalia has an artifact in her hand?"

"Yeah, most of artifacts have long-ranged attacks. He’s basically handing the advantage over to Amalia."

Some students expressed dissatisfaction.

"Quiet!" The middle-aged instructor’s stern voice suddenly echoed, his sharp gaze scanning the students who had spoken up just now.

"If you have the ability, then you can be like her, and make your opponent to take the initiative to create distance."

What ability did he have? Even if the black-clad opponent didn’t increase the distance, they wouldn’t be able to win.

The students went silent with pale faces.

After a brief moment of surprise, Amalia quickly adjusted.

Her opponent probably didn’t know that was she possessed a pseudo-spiritual artifact.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have chosen to increase the distance, but he would attack her directly.

However, it’s just in time for her to test the power of the pseudo-spiritual artifact.

...

A serpent-like flame with extremely hot temperature surged out of nowhere, and roaring towards the black-clad opponent.

Underneath the blazing flames, the corners of the black-clad opponent’s mouth twitched.

Who said this girl had exceptional close combat abilities? Her long-range attack was very impressive too.

The oppressive feeling brought by the serpent-shaped flames most likely is because she using a pseudo-spiritual artifact.

If there wasn’t even a scratch after this direct confrontation, that would be strange.

The black-clad opponent dared not confront her head-on.

However, due to the limited space, even after dodging, he still got caught by the flames.

The scorching heat caused a large blister to form on his exposed skin, despite being swiftly extinguished.

Seizing the advantage, Amalia relentlessly unleashed a barrage of spiritual arts—Flamming Dragon Breath, Heavenly Flame Stars, Frost Slash Cleave, and more—utilizing the pseudo-spiritual artifact without regard for her own safety.

The room turned into a mess, even worse than Rasler Yoder’s fight; it seemed this room would also be unusable after this battle.

Although the black-clad opponent fought back, each attack was blocked by a water shield.

By the time the attack pierced the barrier, Amalia had already moved away, so the attack naturally failed.

At this rate, before the pseudo-spiritual artifact’s spells expired, the opponent would have to concede defeat.

The black-clad opponent wasn’t willing to lose to a first-year student.

Since long-range attacks were ineffective, there was only one choice left—close combat!

A cold and fierce glint flashed in the black-clad opponent’s eyes as he suddenly changed direction, and launching a swift assault towards Amalia.

Amalia was waiting for this moment.

She knew the black-clad opponent wouldn’t just sit back and wait for defeat; so, he’d definetely switch to close combat.

She also curious about the strength of the world’s elites in close combat battle.

She promptly withdrew her pseudo-spiritual artifact.

The group of onlookers outside were stunned.

As an artificer that about to win, why did Amalia suddenly stow away her artifact?

Many student still didn’t know that Amalia had refined a pseudo-spiritual artifact.

They still thought it was just an advanced level artifact.

They were not the only ones who surprised by Amalia action, even the black-clad opponent was taken aback.

He though Amalia would prevent him from getting close to her, but this unexpected move made him laugh out loud, "Alright, let’s have a fight!"

With a loud bang, the forces of their hand-to-hand combat collided fiercely together.

The more intense their fight became, the more Rasler Yoder’s expression soured.

Even though the two of them had never fought head-on, he knew very well that he couldn’t match with Amalia’s prowess.

After exchanging a few moves with Amalia, the black-clad opponent was immediately noticed that this first-year student also have formidable close combat abilities.

She didn’t employ a smooth fighting style but rather delivered lethal moves, akin to a ruthless killer, where each strike was fatal move.

No wonder, despite being an artificer, she took a major in weaponry departement who is focusing on combat.

Defeating a class 1 geniuses while being labeled as a bottom-ranking student from class 9 was enough to recorded her actions into the annals of student history.

The black-clad opponent didn’t retreat; encountering a student and opponent who could engage in such an exhilarating fight was rare for him.

Both parties grew more and more resolute in their combat.

The collision of their punches and kicks made a muffled sound, although it was not loud, it had the force to shatter a wall.

Later, their confrontation transitioned to clashes with short-range weapons, and igniting sparks everywhere.

Both of them appeared slightly disheveled, but overall, they still have good condition.

In terms of close combat prowess, it look like neither of them had the upper hand.

But one must understand, the black-clad opponent was excelled in close combat; he wasn’t an artificer but a seasoned spiritual cultivator who had truly tasted the edge of the blade a lot.

How about Amalia? She’s an artificer.

She manage to hold her ground against the black-clad oppononet, which essentially meant she had already won.

The middle-aged instructor who observing their deadlock battle after thirty minutes, immediately called a halt.

Before Amalia could say anything, the black-clad opponent expressed his dissatisfaction.

"We haven’t finished yet."

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