Class One Ranged Assault Exam

Theron had used this week to get used to his new cultivation. He had leapt up two tiers, including crossing a major divide, in quick succession. Compared to others, he was still well in control of his Mana. But it wasn't to the point that he was satisfied with it.

Until now.

His eyes opened, a sharpness radiating from them that quickly dulled away.

"I'm ready," he said lightly.

The formation activators were already ready, getting quite impatient. There was nothing wrong with what Theron had done, and it was to be expected given he was challenging several Exams on the same day.

But Theron was a nobody in most of their eyes. If his last name was Thistle or Vermouth, maybe they wouldn't second guess any one of his actions.

But it wasn't.