Doggone Academy

Chapter 53. Master Class (7)

Translator: Atlas     Editor: Ambrtrn

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A large explosion occurred. The explosion was so large that the evaluators’ clothes were shaking from the aftermath.

It was impossible to check what had happened.

The evaluators could not visualize the events inside, but they could perceive them.

A large mana was moving rampantly inside.

Everyone paid close attention.

Suddenly, a wave of light flew at a terrifying speed towards the position where the third line of planteras were.

Boom!

The explosion caused a huge dust cloud.

A wave of light shot out through the dust, toward the fifth line of planteras.

Boom!

The arena quickly turned into chaos. Dust covered everything from the first line to the fifth.

The dust looked like fog.

The evaluators did not look away even though their vision was blocked.

The sounds of weapons could be heard. The aggressiveness of the planteras was at its peak, and they were trying to kill Damien.

After several flashes of light, something flew toward the evaluators in a parabolic trajectory.

Gael moved her hand towards her sword.

But the round object landed on the ground and bounced a few times before finally rolling toward Elizabeth’s feet.

It was the head of a plantera.

The cut was as smooth as if he had sliced a boiled egg.

No one could imagine it was the power he suddenly unleashed.

Damien had a huge advantage in the battle within the dust cloud.

He seemed to have held back until now.

Gael muttered,

“Hmm, cutting off the head is not enough.”

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Even though the head seemed like a weakness, there was no point in cutting it off.

Then another explosion occurred.

Boom, Boom, Boom!

Soon the top half of the plantera’s body rolled out of the dust cloud.

“……”

Elizabeth smiled.

“It’s a great show.”

***

Flynn frowned when he saw Damien’s sword ability.

Even his sword wielding stances weren’t proper.

This was ridiculous.

He couldn’t understand how he was recommended to the master class.

As expected, he returned to the starting point after a plantera kicked him.

Flynn shook his head.

Damien tried again.

Unlike his expectation that nothing interesting would happen during the evaluation, the next attempt piqued Flynn’s interest because of his movements.

He jumped between the legs of the planteras to avoid the attacks.

But he soon returned to the starting point.

He stood up again.

Flynn, who watched the third attempt, was speechless.

His jerky movements were more precise. They looked like the movements of a demonic beast with extremely developed senses.

And he was bolder than before.

Does he have this level at 16 years old?

Flynn couldn’t move like that with his current abilities.

When he realized that it was impossible to cut the plantera normally, he tried his best to cut off the ankle of a plantera.

It was difficult for him to have enough time to complete the evaluation, but it looked like he could get to Flynn.

He was like a maddened hound going through a thorny path to catch it. Even though he was bloodied, he was desperate to bite his neck.

The hairs on his forearm stood on end.

And when Damien threw the sword, Flynn felt relieved. Although this hurt his pride because he worried for a moment.

He had to admit, that boy would find a way to cut the banner if he had more time.

Damien closed his eyes as if he had given up.

But when he realized he planned to try again even though he didn’t have the sword now, Flynn began to panic.

Huge explosions occurred within a dust cloud.

Occasionally, parts of the planteras came out.

What’s going on?

Although he couldn’t see it, he could feel it.

At first, the magical pressure numbed his limbs a little, then it became increasingly difficult to breathe, and finally felt as if something squeezed his chest.

He was coming closer.

It seemed like a demon had appeared in this place.

After the light flickered several times, there was silence within the dust cloud.

He sensed that there were no more planteras.

There was only a minute left.

A black figure approached.

A long sword of light and eyes that glowed like a beast.

Now it was his turn.