Chapter 68 Recommended You to the Royal Knight School

The dean, who was standing in the crowd, saw Marcus apprentice to his eldest daughter. In the beginning, he smiled as a joke.

But he felt a little sad as Marcus had asked to be his daughter's apprenticed several times.

He had announced to everyone that he would accept Marcus as his student.

Marcus should have known the news.

He had already been his disciple. Why did he still want to find a teacher here?

Didn't he deserve to be his teacher?

Thinking of this, Clear couldn't help but become angry.

Now he was looking at Marcus as if he was his apprentice.

On the one hand, he felt a little uncomfortable; on the other hand, he thought Marcus was a good student in every aspect, so he liked him very much.

Thinking of this, Dean Clear snorted and walked out of the crowd.

There were so many people here to witness it.

"Dean!"

"Dean!"

When they saw Clear, they greeted him respectfully.

The two vice presidents also stood up and looked at him with respect

It was undoubted that Clear, the dean of the school, had the strength and prestige to be the dean.

Moreover, he had always been mysterious. In the hearts of everyone, the dean was naturally covered with a layer of gauze.

"Did even the dean attend today's party?"

"Yes, I haven't seen the dean before. Has he been there all the time?"

"I didn't expect to see the dean here. It's so lucky."

Whispers and admiring eyes followed Clear to the battle ring.

Clear looked at Marcus with satisfaction. Today's victory had proven Marcus's strength.

Although he wanted to frustrate him, Clear couldn't help but say in front of everyone, "You'd better take me as your teacher rather than take her as your teacher."

The crowd burst into an uproar.

The news that Dean Clear was going to take Marcus as his student had already been announced.

But it was just news before. No one had seen such a shocking scene with their own eyes.

Dean Clear would say this to Marcus in front of so many people.

"Oh my God! It seems that Dean Clear is really satisfied with Marcus."

"Marcus is really a winner in his life. He can become Dean Clear's apprentice."

"The dean hasn't accepted any disciple for a long time."

"I'm so jealous that Marcus can be the apprentice of the dean."

In a voice of surprise, Marcus looked at the dean in surprise.

He had indeed heard the news before.

But in his eyes, the dean was a strange old man.

Although he used to pretend to be a disciple of his, Marcus was still hesitant to become his real disciple.

"Dean, it's not good for me to be your disciple at my level."

Marcus refused modestly.

"I said you can do it." Clear frowned.

'It's okay that he doesn't thank me, but he still wants to refuse.'

The dean was also very dignified, so he had to accept this disciple in front of so many people today.

Most importantly, there were not many people like Marcus who could make him want to take in a disciple.

For so many years, he was the only talented person.

If he didn't hold him in his hand, the dean couldn't even sleep well.

"I really need to think it over. I'm just afraid of losing the face of the dean."

Marcus replied modestly.

Dean Clear didn't talk to him anymore. Instead, he used magic.

Five times of gravity was instantly exerted on Marcus.

Marcus's face changed dramatically under the pressure of five times gravity.

He was still standing on the battle ring, but his legs were trembling.

Marcus tried to calm himself down.

Although the five times gravity was a little stronger, when Marcus entered the strength training room, he also used gravity to make himself more difficult.

Although it was painful now, the muscles and strength in his body reacted subconsciously to help Marcus adapt to the pressure.

The air around him became unbearable pressure and fell on Marcus.

He was under the pressure of gravity all the time.

Clear observed Marcus.

The people below didn't dare to speak now.

Marcus was in such pain now. If they caught Clear's attention, he might not even be able to stand.

His bones and internal organs would be squeezed into a ball.

Marcus opened his eyes wide to resist the power in his body, so he had no time to pay attention to the surrounding situation.

The five times gravity was not like the gravity in the gravity training room.

This was Clear's magic, which was stronger than the top gravity of the gravity training room.

Marcus's muscles were under great pressure, and his bones were even cracking.

He was about to lose his balance.

Marcus's waist bent slightly and his whole body became a curve. Although it was not obvious, it was a sign of collapse.

He gritted his teeth and roared.

"Ah..."

Marcus tried to change his place, but he couldn't.

His legs were shaking violently.

Clear kept observing him.

Marcus couldn't hold on any longer.

His face had turned red. He used to be a gentleman, but now he looked particularly painful.

It was time.

Clear waved his hand and the magic power was removed.

Marcus seemed to come back to life in an instant. The gravity around him disappeared and he straightened up again, but the pain in his body reminded him. How painful it was just now.

Marcus still couldn't move. He had just returned to normal and needed some time to adapt.

Dean Clear came to him.

The gravity just now not only tested him but also gave Clear time to know Marcus.

"Your talent is not bad, but your bloodline, muscles, and bones are mediocre. It's so strange..."

Clear looked at Marcus curiously.

He had never seen such a person before.

A person with mediocre bloodline, muscles, and bones, with the help of talent, had come to this point.

Marcus was indeed not suitable to learn from him.

Clear felt heartbroken. It was rare for him to meet such a talented young man, but now he had to give up on him.

"I really can't teach you, and I don't want you to be buried in my hands."

Marcus was able to raise his head. He looked at Clear in confusion, wondering what the dean was going to do.

"If you want me to teach you, I can't guarantee that I will give full play to your strength, which is too unfair to you. I will do my best to recommend you to cultivate in Royal Knight School."

Clear sighed, bearing the pain in his heart.

It felt like he had got the treasure in his hand, but now he had to give it out as it was before.

A genius like Marcus was destined to go further.

His path was destined to be full of thorns and was not flat. He needed to be injured all the way. Clear believed in Marcus.

Hearing the Royal Knight School.

Marcus's eyes lit up. Mr. Tristan once said that.

When Marcus heard this, he knew that it was a very suitable school for him.

Now with the guarantee of Clear, he was more likely to go in.

Not only Marcus but also others were surprised.

The Royal Knight School was the dream of all the knights. They all hoped to enter it.

They studied hard to improve their strength, hoping to be selected to the Royal Knight School.

Now that Marcus had received the personal promise from Dean Clear, there was basically no problem for him to enter the school.

The students of the knight school were more jealous of Marcus.

They should have been just jealous, but they really couldn't control themselves.

It was the Royal Knight School.

The dream of all the knights.

"Really? Thank you, Dean." Marcus asked subconsciously and thanked the dean immediately.

"Of course, and didn't you get the gold medal of the knight tower before? Since I can't accept you as my disciple, I'll fulfill it for you as well."

The reward of the gold medal.

Marcus thought of what Tristan had said and his eyes lit up.