Dual Blade Magician from Another World

Kyle stared blankly at the black-haired boy sitting with the goddess of his dreams.

This damn guy actually sat between him and the goddess, blocking the goddess completely.

What's the point of buying this seat? This is outrageous!

The other male classmates were also gnashing their teeth in hatred, wondering if the goddess wouldn't reject me even if I sat down over there.

What a pity that the black-haired guy got there first!

Asura didn't expect to offend everyone, so he quickly shrank his neck and lowered his head as if he was reading a note!

Clara beside him didn't seem to notice his embarrassment.

She was playing with a strand of silver hair in front of her with her fingers, and she seemed to be in a good mood!

Soon the teacher came in, and everyone except Kyle put aside their hostile gazes and started to listen to the class seriously!

But after two classes, Ashura's face turned ugly.

Because he could only understand some of the basic magic courses, he could not understand the more advanced courses at all.

Asura knew that continuing like this would be a complete waste of time, and he knew that he couldn't afford to waste time now.

He buried his head in his arms and thought.

Clara, who was standing next to him, didn't know what was wrong with him and wanted to poke him with her finger to get him to stand up and listen, but her hand retracted as soon as she stretched it out!

On the other side, the study committee member Kyle snorted in disdain.

I thought to myself, "It's only been two days and he's already sleeping in class? How could my goddess possibly be interested in such a poor student?"

"I guess you're annoyed with this guy now, right? How can I save my goddess from this poor student?"

Before Kyle could figure out what was going on, Ashura beside him suddenly stood up, and there seemed to be a gleam in his eyes.

He turned around and ran outside without saying a word, leaving the instructor and classmates stunned.

I wonder if there’s something wrong with Ashura’s brain or what?

But the college itself is free and open, and everyone soon continued their studies and forgot about this little episode.

It's just that the girl next to the empty seat seems a little unhappy...

Ashura ran out of the magic academy and headed towards the training ground outside.

He didn't go crazy suddenly, but he thought of a way to stay here, which was also a helpless solution.

Dean Saning said that as long as one reaches the level of a martial artist or a magician and causes effective damage to the test doll, he or she will pass!

Even though he was only a third-level magic apprentice in the magic academy, his warrior level was a third-level samurai!

If he practices hard in these three months, can he be promoted to a martial artist and pass the assessment in one go?

The more Ashura thought about it, the more he felt that it was feasible!

And the school rules don’t say that magicians can’t attend warrior classes!

The boy was proud of his own wit.

But when he arrived at the martial arts training ground, he attracted the attention of many students, who pointed at him and whispered to him.

Because a magician wearing a magic robe running to the martial arts training ground is a rare and bizarre thing that only happens once in a century!

Ashura ignored everyone's gaze. He tried to find the class of the second oldest child, Arthur, and attend the martial arts class of Arthur's class. If he didn't understand something, he could communicate with Arthur and ask for advice.

But the training ground was too big, and there were nearly two thousand new warriors, so he couldn't find Arthur for a while!

Just as Ashura was wandering around the martial arts training ground, looking left and right like a goose.

A voice called out to him, "Hey, boy in the magic robe, what are you doing in the training ground?"

Asura looked in the direction of the voice and saw a middle-aged mentor wearing silver light armor looking at him.

Ashura took a closer look and found that the instructor was the middle-aged male instructor he had taken the entrance examination for.

Ashura quickly replied, "I'm here to attend a class at the training ground. Instructor, you're busy, so don't worry about me!"

After saying that, I wanted to leave this place of trouble!

The middle-aged mentor also recognized him. After all, this black-haired boy left a deep impression on the mentor.

The middle-aged mentor guessed the purpose of Ashura's coming here after a little thought. After all, the middle-aged mentor knew Ashura's background.

He then shouted, "Since you want to attend the warrior class, then come over. I happen to be teaching a class right now!"

How could Asura dare to teach in his class? He had just set a trap for the middle-aged teacher two days ago. Going to his class would be like walking into a trap.

Then he quickly shouted, "Don't bother you, I can just take the class of another instructor!"

But the middle-aged instructor smiled meaningfully and said, "Since you want to find another instructor, I won't force you. As for the assessment..."

The middle-aged mentor hadn't finished speaking, but Ashura had already stopped.

He knew that the middle-aged mentor had guessed the purpose of his visit, after all, he knew his background!

The young man quickly turned around and ran to the middle-aged mentor, saying with a hint of flattery: "I'm afraid of wasting your time. It's my honor to listen to your teachings!"

The middle-aged mentor was very satisfied with the boy's attitude. He nodded with satisfaction and said, "Then go over there and gather back to the team!" After that, he turned and walked towards the team on one side!

Ashura followed behind him, and in his heart he had already greeted the female relatives of the middle-aged male mentor's family a hundred times.

But when he followed his tutor to his class, he was stunned. Why were there so many people?

There are about a hundred people in this queue, and I see there are only thirty or forty people in other classes.

Could it be that this middle-aged uncle taught well?

The warrior class queues also pointed at the boy in the magic robe, wondering what his purpose was.

Could it be that he has an idea to plot against some of them?

At this time, the middle-aged male instructor said: "Come in, kid, by the way, your name is Ashura, right?"

"I remember you. If you want to learn martial arts lessons in the future, remember to come to me. Otherwise..."

Ashura hung his head and replied, "Okay, uncle!"

The middle-aged male instructor was stunned. It was the first time in all these years that someone called him "uncle".

The vein on his forehead jumped as he said, "My name is Engel, you can call me Mentor Engel!"

Ashura pretended to be serious and said, "Okay, Uncle Eng!"

Eng was silent for a long time, then smiled instead of getting angry, and waved his hand to let Asura join the queue.

He glanced at all the martial arts students and said, "This black-haired boy is called Ashura. He will be assigned to our Class 8 in the future."

"Now let's continue our combat training. Everyone, come in groups of ten and attack me with all your might. Start now!"

Asura was stunned when he heard this. Is the warrior class so simple and rough?

I saw the ten freshmen warriors from Class 8 rushing towards Instructor Eng!

But soon each student flew out of the encirclement in different postures and fell to the ground, screaming!

Ashura watched as teams of classmates attacked one after another, and were knocked down one by one.

Asura swallowed and thought to himself, if I go up, will I be the one flying the farthest?

Thinking of the two times he called me "uncle" just now, I wanted to slap myself twice!

But then it was the turn of his row of ten people to attack. Asura rolled his eyes and followed everyone else to rush towards Master Engel.

With the sound of a few punches hitting the head, this row of soldiers flew backwards without any suspense, lying on the ground wailing.

But Instructor Enge frowned, as if something was wrong. He seemed to have only thrown nine punches.

He glanced at the students lying on the ground, and a student wearing a magician's robe and rolling around in pain easily caught his attention!

Enge sneered and thought to himself, this kid dares to play tricks on me, then I will teach him a lesson!

Asura lay on the ground, shouting "Ouch" and twisting his body like the other students.

He just played a trick and rushed forward with everyone. Before he met Teacher Eng, he took the initiative to jump back and fly back.

He came here to learn martial arts, not to get beaten!

He didn't feel any guilt at all!

At this time, the last team attacking Master Eng also rushed up, and Asura was still pretending to be injured.

Suddenly, he was hit hard on the back and Asura gasped in pain.

A mass of fiery red hair covered his face.

Asura gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to push away the body that was pressing on him, but the right hand underneath felt so elastic.

I pinched it subconsciously, but before he could react, I realized what was happening.

The red-haired owner slowly turned his head and looked at him.

A face with picturesque features, heroic spirit, and perfect like a sculpture asked coldly, "Do you want to touch it?"