Caelan moved like a gust of wind.
With a sharp whoosh, he vanished from sight, only to reappear at his original spot a few seconds later.
At the sa ti, the ranking device on the other side updated once again.
[Clear Ti Rankings:]
[1st Place: Caelan — 3.66 seconds]
[2nd Place: Caelan — 4.88 seconds]
[3rd Place: Iverson — 3 minutes 20 seconds]
[4th Place: Jerry — 3 minutes 21 seconds]
...
The mont they saw the result, every mber watching from the sidelines wore the sa expression of utter disbelief.
No, wait—how was Caelan clearing the [Agility Trial] as if he were just taking a casual stroll?
With such terrifying movent technique, could he really be just an ordinary awakener?
As for Iverson, this ti he was completely convinced.
Because by now, he fully understood the gap between them. To put it plainly, Iverson felt that even if he trained for his entire life, he still might not be able to break the two-and-a-half-minute mark.
So in his eyes, Caelan was a true genius.
"Caelan, can you tell ... how exactly did you do it?"
In Iverson’s eyes, Caelan’s movents had flowed as naturally as clouds drifting and water running. It did not even seem like he was deliberately doing anything special.
And yet, every obstacle in his path seed to move aside on its own.
"It’s actually very simple. Practice enough, and eventually it all starts to feel familiar."
Caelan waved his hand dismissively, looking as unconcerned as ever.
But Iverson was deeply shaken by those words.
Among the awakeners of the Grey family and the rlin family, he had always been recognized as the one who trained the hardest.
But now it seed that his own effort was nowhere near enough.
The Caelan standing before him had never even received any real support from the family, and yet he had refined his movent technique to such a godlike level.
Even thinking with his knees, one could imagine how much effort and practice his cousin must have put in behind the scenes!
At that thought, the way Iverson looked at Caelan changed completely, becoming filled with solemn admiration.
As for the rich second-generation brats around them who had been unwilling to accept him before, they were now thoroughly convinced as well.
After all, they had all imagined that if they could ever reach Caelan’s level—or even just half of it, or a third—they would probably already have earned the title of Honorary Vice Commander.
But the truth was that they could not even reach one-tenth of what Caelan had shown.
"Caelan... is he really just an ordinary [White Swordsman]? Why does that feel impossible?"
Soone else imdiately chid in.
"Exactly. I don’t think so either. That kind of movent was smooth as flowing water. No normal person could ever pull that off!"
At that mont, a corps mber from the intelligence departnt suddenly spoke up with a serious expression.
"No, you don’t understand Caelan. In fact, as early as ten years ago, he had already begun practicing swordsmanship every single day without fail. That’s precisely why his movent technique has reached such a miraculous level."
"My god, so that’s what it was! I used to think Caelan was nothing special. I even thought that all that daily sword training was pointless—that he was only doing it to avoid being bullied by the other students outside. I never imagined... that cousin had actually been quietly strengthening himself this whole ti!"
"So it was all a misunderstanding!"
At that mont, everyone watching could not help but sigh in realization.
Because of the deliberate publicity from the higher-ups, they had already learned about much of Caelan’s life growing up.
Caelan, however, paid no attention to the change in their attitudes. Instead, he turned to look at Iverson and asked in a calm voice, without the slightest trace of arrogance,
"Well? Convinced now?"
At this point, Iverson had long since lost every bit of his temper.
So he imdiately nodded and, for the first ti, lowered the proud head he had always held high.
"I’m convinced. I lost. Your strength is far beyond anything I can compare to."
At that very mont, similar thoughts began spreading through the hearts of the other corps mbers.
This boy who had only just returned to the Grey family had already displayed a level of power that far exceeded their imagination.
No wonder the elders of the family had repeatedly warned them not to offend Caelan. He was the greatest hope of the entire family. He possessed talent that was practically perfect.
And the movent technique he had just displayed was only the tip of the iceberg of his true strength.
At that mont, all those second-generation heirs who had still been sowhat unconvinced lowered their heads one after another and chose to submit to Caelan.
"Caelan, I’m completely convinced now. From this day on, we won’t question your strength again!"
"Yeah, Caelan, we all know we were wrong. We hope you can forgive us!"
"Caelan, you’re the strongest genius of our generation. From now on, I’m following you!"
"No wonder those old n value Caelan so much. So he really is a genuine genius!"
...
For a while, even Caelan himself had not expected this outco.
He had won over nearly everyone of his generation so easily, making them submit to his strength without resistance.
Honestly, he had thought this would be a troubleso matter.
Who would have guessed it would all end so effortlessly?
anwhile, Iverson took the initiative and walked up to Caelan.
"Caelan, I won’t waste ti with any more nonsense.
I lost the competition to you. In truth, from the very beginning, I never had any chance of winning at all. So I want to ask—how do you want to fulfill our bet?
No matter what it is, I’ll accept it wholeheartedly."
Hearing those words, Caelan could not help but glance at him a couple more tis.
This kid might be a little dense, but to be fair, he really was soone who could accept both victory and defeat.
And as it happened, Caelan did indeed have sothing he needed help with.
In that case...
Caelan rubbed his chin and said with a smiling expression,
"You know what, now that you ntion it, there actually is sothing I need your help with."
The mont he heard that he could actually be of use to Caelan, Iverson’s face instantly lit up with excitent.
Sotis people really were strange.
The Iverson from before had looked down on Caelan with complete disdain.
But now? Caelan had rely said that there was sothing he needed help with.
And Iverson imdiately began rolling up his sleeves, cracking his knuckles, and making full preparations as if he were about to head into battle.
"Caelan, just say the word. What is it that I can do for you? Tell what you need, and leave the rest to !"
Caelan froze for a mont. He felt that there was sothing oddly off about Iverson’s tone, but he could not quite put his finger on what it was.
"Alright, alright. What I need your help with is..."
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