When the Berserker instructor called Mike's name, he stepped forward from the back of the line, cooperating with the gear check and making final preparations for the combat.
In the surveillance room on the second floor, the Dean, along with several other instructors, stood beside Blaze, observing the afternoon's combat tests.
"Blaze, my student James has long admired you..."
"Quiet!" Blaze Morrow interrupted impatiently. He hadn't even heard of James. Even if he had, an A-level talent was nothing extraordinary. Over the years, Blaze had encountered at least 10,000 A-level talents.
A-level talent, so what?
Blaze Morrow had set aside other important matters and taken time out of his busy schedule to come here primarily for Jessica, and partly for this young man—Mike.
Pointing at Mike on the screen, Blaze commented, "That kid looks as handsome as I did when I was young. I find him quite appealing."