Ironclad Legion – Trial Grounds
As the trial grounds of Ironclad Legion headquarters, this place possessed one of the finest training facilities not only among humans, but arguably among all races.
In addition to the necessary protective asures, it also had a combination of skill-suppression arrays.
Under the effects of these arrays, the damage of any skill would be reduced to just 1% of its original value.
Because of that, whenever conflicts broke out among Ironclad Legion mbers, many of them would choose to co here and settle things with a proper duel between n.
But at this mont, nearly all the awakeners in the trial grounds chose to temporarily put aside their disputes.
Because all of their attention had fallen on Caelan and Iverson.
There was no need to say much about Iverson’s reputation.
As the most hardworking mber of the Grey family, although his strength was not the very strongest among the younger generation, he had forcibly pushed himself into the top three purely through diligence and effort.
So in truth, most mbers of the legion held Iverson in very high regard.
By contrast, Caelan’s sudden appearance felt completely unfamiliar to them.
"Look, Young Master Iverson is dueling another mber again. Do you think he’ll win this ti?"
"He probably will. After all, Young Master Iverson’s strength is right there for everyone to see. Besides, that kid facing him looks unfamiliar to . He’s probably so newcor who just joined the legion, right?"
"Tsk tsk, this newbie is really pitiful. He’s only just arrived at Ironclad Legion and he’s already offended Iverson. Looks like he’s going to have a rough ti from here on out."
"Wait, why does that guy look kind of familiar to ? No, hold on! He’s not a newcor—he’s Caelan, the one who just returned to the Grey family today!"
The mont they heard the na Caelan, the legion mbers present instantly erupted into an uproar.
They might not have seen Caelan in person, but they had definitely heard the na!
Because just twenty minutes earlier, Ironclad Legion had suddenly released an internal announcent.
The content of the announcent was that the Ironclad Legion would be adding a new Honorary Vice Commander, and that person’s na was Caelan.
"Damn, could that really be Young Master Caelan? If it’s Caelan against Iverson, then things are about to get interesting!"
"Brothers, if you’ve got grudges or scores to settle, put them aside for now. If you miss out on a show this juicy, you’ll regret it for the rest of your lives!"
At that mont, the legion mbers who had still been in conflict—or even in the middle of fierce fights—chose to stop one after another, then all turned their attention toward Caelan.
In this world, what could possibly be more entertaining than watching a one-on-one showdown like this?
However, just as Caelan drew his longsword and prepared to make his move, Iverson suddenly started feeling uneasy for no apparent reason.
He did not know why, but the mont he saw Caelan grasp that sword, every hair on his body seed to stand on end.
Could Caelan’s strength really be that terrifying?
Such a thought suddenly surfaced in Iverson’s mind.
And once it appeared, it began rapidly expanding out of control.
No, I need to play this safe!
As a young master who was usually arrogant and overbearing, at this mont he was calm as a scholar.
"Well... actually, I think there’s no real need for the two of us to actually fight. We’re both our own people, after all. If one of us gets hurt, that would be awkward to explain."
"How about we compete in movent technique instead?"
As he said this, a crafty glint flashed through Iverson’s eyes.
Compared to Caelan, who had only just arrived, Iverson was obviously far more familiar with the trial grounds.
And as a side note, he also happened to be the current record holder of the Agility Trial!
Iverson had cleared the trial ground in only 3 minutes and 20 seconds, earning the respect of many legion mbers because of it.
On the other side, after hearing Iverson’s proposal, Caelan was slightly taken aback.
He had already been prepared to properly teach the guy a lesson.
Who would have thought that at the very last mont, Iverson would suddenly change his mind?
It seed that if he wanted to teach him a lesson, he would have to wait for another opportunity.
After all, Grandfather Caesar had just given him so many benefits. Smashing up his place right after that would really be a bit too much.
Thinking that, Caelan nodded.
"All right then. A speed-clear competition, right?"
The mont Iverson heard Caelan agree, he instantly felt the enormous stone in his heart fall to the ground.
So he imdiately nodded and said,
"That’s right, we’ll compare clear tis. The exact rules are that without touching—uh!?"
Iverson had not even finished explaining the rules
when he saw Caelan’s figure vanish with a whoosh, like a gust of wind.
Wait—why is his movent speed this insane too??
In truth,
Caelan’s sword practice, repeated day after day for years, had itself been a form of tempering his movent technique.
And let’s not forget—his current attribute points had already reached an utterly absurd level.
So for his speed to be this outrageous was actually perfectly reasonable.
Wait, Cousin, at least let finish talking!!
Iverson was completely numb. He had never in his life seen soone this impatient!
But then he thought again—
if Caelan failed because he did not understand the rules, wouldn’t that an...
Just as Iverson was about to indulge in a beautiful fantasy of the future,
a large hand suddenly pressed down on his shoulder.
Iverson frowned and abruptly turned around, only to see the handso face of a bright, sunny young man.
"All right, I’ve cleared the Agility Trial. Now it’s your turn."
The mont Iverson heard those words, he completely froze.
Wait, you’re joking, right??
How long has it even been—was it ten seconds yet??
Iverson stiffly turned back around, just about to ask Caelan whether he had gone to the wrong place and entered the beginner testing grounds instead.
But in the next mont, when he saw that the clearance record for the Agility Trial had been refreshed, he went completely blank!
[Agility Trial (Highest Difficulty)]
[Clear Ranking:]
[1st Place: Caelan — Clear Ti: 4.88 seconds]
[2nd Place: Iverson — Clear Ti: 3 minutes 20 seconds]
[3rd Place: Jerry — Clear Ti: 3 minutes 21 seconds]
[4th Place: ...]
At the sa ti, the Ironclad Legion mbers watching from outside the arena all showed expressions of utter disbelief!
Was this for real?
This guy nad Caelan had cleared the Agility Trial (Highest Difficulty) in under five seconds??
He had beaten second place by 3 minutes and 15 seconds in a single jump—is that even sothing a human can do??
"Do you think... there’s a chance the recorder is broken?"
But at that mont, Caelan suddenly spoke.
"I don’t like the number 4.88. I’m going to change it."
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