The Chronicle the Fenix Clan

Artyom the Proud

The golden-haired child, Quentin dragged Zhonglei along with a small run through the hallways of the academy. Seemed behind following them Hani Wang and Saosheng. That hasty movement did not allow Zhonglei to enjoy the beauty of pottery like last night when he walked with Lanhua.

"The structure of the battle technique was extremely ruthless. No one is allowed to arrive late in his class" Qenting sighed in his hunting breath.

Zhong Lei finally understood as well, after he glanced at the collars of Hani Wang and Saosheng. The two children looked so scared to be late to come to the fighting class.

"Well.. It seemed like this battle instructor could not be invited to compromise. I will be more careful with him" Inner Zhonglei.

When they entered that Battle Technique class, it was seen that some other children from the higher classes had been standing waiting inside that training room.

"They didn't pass the first Stage Battle Technique exam. Do not let you be like them.

In reality despite coming from a higher class, they were secretly the subject of the mockery of the Aragorothic structure.

Just look at it later" Quentin whispered. He carefully spoke up, avoiding conflicts with children from the higher classes.

Meanwhile Zhonglei noticed some children had started self-training, before the instructor entered the classroom. The group of children came from the fire control group toying with the fire in hand. With great admiration Zhong lei saw Artyom Bobrov the golden hair making a small circle of fire.

As soon as the circle of fire was formed, Artyom threw the circle of fire at a girl he knew named Ziranmei. This Ziranmei is a waterbender who cultivates as a defense or defense fighter.

Ziranmei glanced indifferently as a ring of fire shot rapidly towards him. He raised his hand and said inaudible words. Waves of water were seen rising from the pond inside the classroom and forming a kind of crystal mirror.

"Bom !" the fire circle disappeared when it hit the crystal mirror.

Ziranmei threw a smile at Artyom who also replied with such a loud laugh.

"It's so weak the tongue of fire you're flying. Have you been eating less lately Artyom Bobrov?" ziranmei's voice sounded mocking.

"Haha... I didn't think at all. The power of controlling your water has advanced to a higher level.

You are even able to form crystals from the soft liquid" Artyom then clapped loudly, followed by praise from their friends from the group Nomrogh red and Yellow Nomrog.

Artyom then turned his face away, he stared intently at Zhonglei and his three comrades who were blue Nomrogs. Quentin and two of his friends threw their faces away. Zhonglei was astonished, why were his three friends such reluctant to serve Artyom?

The question in Zhong lei's heart was answered, as Artyom let out a loud voice, saying,

"That's how Shulams should act. Fight ! Instead of sitting and staying in the room, process things and memorize common spells.

Artyom then glanced also at the spellcaster girl from their class. Quentin and his friends turned red instantly. That spellcaster girl, doesn't seem to care. He simply gave a bored look to Artyom. Maybe the girl was too often underestimated, so she acted ungiddly.

Artyom's shout was then greeted with boisterous laughter from five of their classmates, who were wearing red Nomrogh robes. The disciples, robed in yellow, green and other colors, tried hard to be provoked, and laughed at Zhonglei's group.

Seeing the support obtained was only from the red Nomrogh group, Artyom showed a dissatisfied face. Quentin, on the other hand, feels support from Nomrog users other than red.

Then Quentin's sharp mouth began to speak, saying,

"Hm... So big is your mouth Artyom Bobrov. You behave as if the shulams are only made up of groups of attackers.

If I happen to be on duty there, when you get hurt... I won't come even if you scream for Healer (Magic Healer) energy, to repair your stolen intestines, and sew your wounds with magic"

Sharp the words that came out of Quentin's mouth. Artyom Bobrov the golden hair fell silent. His face was red with anger. Meanwhile the other group's children did not dare to refute Quentin's words.

The fact is that a Healer is needed in war, when it will heal wounds and other accidents in the fighter realm. With a satisfied face, Quentin threw his face and invited Zhonglei and the others to move to watch the actions of children from higher classes.

Seen water control groups of higher class toying with the water in the pool. A waterbending boy who had mastered the power of water, easily formed a sword from the water, which he confidently shook off the water sword as if it were a mere plaything.

But not a few also the children of landlords and windbenders just watch the excitement of the event show off each other's skills. It seemed like they were not yet too proficient at controlling their strength

"No need to feel inferior. We will all be taught the technique of using the sword so that our abilities will not be less compared with those combat controllers"

Quentin tried to comfort Zhonglei as he looked at the child as if he was feeling inferior.

"Didn't they look amazing when controlling fire, water and earth?

But look... We can control what? Are we going to control the wood?" Hani Wang who was usually quiet, this time gave a mocking voice.

Indeed, the average Shulam from the supporting class is a witch with wood elements. But not a few also come from water controllers, because the technique of processing water power is quite difficult.

"Sstt, quiet! The combat instructor has come" Saosheng whispered.

A man with his hair in pigtails, dressed in sleeveless clothes, was carrying only his fiery Red Nomrog robe.

"He's a very famous firebender. He was among the top twenty Attackers who had the highest Attack power in the Central region of the continent.

Even he was a war veteran with a second grade Shulam magic level Soul Ripping" The four pairs of eyes of the Shulam Supporting children were staring full of adoration as an instructor named Aragoroth stood haunted in front of their class.

"Everything is calm ! Please get close to me. Listen to these instructions.

Today I want you to practice the consecration using your magic power, and squeeze the peas in this bottle"

The aragoroth then took out from its celestial ring, so many bottles contained one pea inside. And strangely enough, the number of bottles and peas was precisely the number of children who took the combat class.

Aragoroth put bottle after bottle for five meters, and each child was asked to concentrate on breaking the peas in the bottle.

"Prang - prang - prang" the sound of the bottle repeatedly breaking, but the nuts inside

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