Chapter 2 Medium Stage Knight Talent. A Provocation from Jett

There were five classes in the first grade of the Irises Knight Preliminary School.

Genius Burger was in the best class, Class One, while Marcus was in the worst class, Class Five.

Each class had its training ground.

At this time, Marcus came to the training ground of the first class.

The atmosphere of the training in Class One was not as relaxed as that in Class Five. Every student here looked energetic. They didn't talk gossip, but dedicated themselves to practicing swordsmanship every minute and second!

This was an excellent class!

However, Burger was still very eye-catching among these excellent students.

He was tall and straight, and has good features, and had long golden hair. As he waved the wooden sword in his hand, his long hair floated in the wind, looking handsome, which was completely in line with the era of this era, and all the people's illusions about the knight of the idol!

Moreover, the training project was only a set of the simplest basic swordsmanship, but he was good at it. He acted like a master!

It was just like everyone was doing radio calisthenics, while he was dancing cool street dance!

Was this a genius?!

Marcus thought of the awkward situation when he couldn't even hold the sword before. The gap was too big!

This guy should be the transmigrator, right?

What if his parents died?

"System has started talent scanning for the host. The time limit is one hour. Please choose a target as soon as possible..."

As the electronic female voice sounded in his mind, Marcus's vision suddenly changed.

He could see that everyone's cultivation talent was only at the preliminary level, while Burger's was at the medium level.

"Isn't Burger a genius? Is he only at the medium stage of knight talent? It doesn't seem to be very high."

"Oh, my knight talent is the lowest of the preliminary stage. That's all right..."

Indeed, even if Burger was not compared with him, compared with the other outstanding students, Burger was almost twice as talented as them. With twice the result with half the effort, they would surely become the top students in the grade.

However, this talent was accepted by Marcus!

"System, copy Burger's talent!" He thought to himself.

"Ding, the target 'Burger' has been targeted. Copy the talent points for a host immediately."

"Ding, copy completed!"

With the completion of the operation of the system, the information section of Marcus also changed.

"Host: Marcus."

"Host talent: medium stage of knight talent, no talent for the mage."

"OK! Done!" Marcus was pleased that he was no longer the worst one!

However, before Marcus could expand for a long time, the system poured a basin of cold water on him. "Ding, the system says that the duplicate talent function will enter the cool-down period, and the time limit is eight hours."

"What are the restrictions?"

Of course, Marcus soon figured it out.

Unlimited replication. Although the upper limit was unlimited, the host was not allowed to randomly choose a target to fill in. A time limit of eight hours was set, which meant that the host had to carefully choose. Within a day, he could only choose three people at most.

If there was no limit to the number of disciples, he could copy all the talents of the first class to himself.

Even if everyone's talent was very poor, with the number, they could still make a peerless genius?

All right, all of you, get down on your knees!

That was too abnormal. Even Marcus himself couldn't accept it!

Of course, as time went by, Marcus also understood that his talent would only grow higher and higher

Sooner or later, he would become the focus of everyone's attention!

As for today, he was already satisfied.

With a smile on his face, Marcus left silently.

On the Class One's training ground.

Burger looked at the back of the man who left silently. Burger had already found Marcus, but he didn't understand why that man had been standing by the side of the field and staring at him with a silly smile just now?

So she asked coldly, "who is he?"

A student replied, "It's just the worst one of Class Five. You don't have to worry about such a small role."

"By the way, the mid-term sword examination of our school will be held in two days. At that time, count in our town will bring Princess Julie to the scene to watch."

"It is said that the mysterious headmaster will also show up. Burger, do you have the confidence to win the championship?"

"You must win the championship on behalf of our class. I have a gossip that apart from the 100 gold coins scholarship, the headmaster will also give you an extra storage ring!"

"Except for the crazy dog Kerr from class two, no one else in grade one should be a threat to you, right?"

Whoever won the championship was related to the honor of his class.

"Mad dog Kerr? Humph! He is just a piece of trash!"

Burger said.

"I'm not targeting anyone. Everyone in the first grade is rubbish!"

He had no match in the first grade!

He was so confident and proud!

On the other side, Marcus returned to the training ground of his class.

Tristan, the school teacher in charge of their class, had arrived at the scene.

The other students of class five were carefully trained under the supervision of their teachers. On the contrary, Marcus, who was usually the most diligent one, became the one who was late.

"What's wrong with you?"

"If you don't have talent, you should work harder. You are always punctual and diligent in training. Why are you late for class today?"

Before Marcus could answer, Jett, the head of the class, immediately stood out and said with a snicker

"Teacher, he pretends to be hardworking. He even threw his sword on the ground when you were away!"

It was an insult to the spirit of a knight to throw a sword!

Jett continued to add insult to injury, "Just now, he went out to have a rest!"

This boy was so depressed that he couldn't bear to see Marcus working hard. He hoped that all the classmates in class five could be good for nothing so that he could be the leader of class five forever.

Besides, Marcus was handsome.

He had no choice. A handsome man was easy to be envied by villains!

Marcus said, "Miss, I dropped my sword by accident just now because I've trained to the extreme. My hands are numb. As for I sneaked out, I didn't slack off, but went to other classes to observe and study!"

Tristan squinted at the student who was not very talented but had been working hard all the time. He asked with a straight face, "I'm not at the scene, but you've trained to numb your hands. This is a good job, but you went to other classes to observe and learn. What have you learned?"

Marcus said, "At least the basic swordsmanship is grasped by me!"

"Keep blowing! You are just a loser. Who believes that you can comprehend the essence?"

Jett mocked.

"Don't forget that you are the worst one in our class!"