Level ten warrior? Bull Brooks shook his head. Mr. Brooks is only a level five warrior, and Gavin Brooks has only been enrolled for less than a year. No matter how promising he is, it’s impossible for him to surpass the teacher.

“Let’s compete again. I don’t believe I’ll lose to you!” Bull Brooks took a deep breath, bloodshot veins appearing in his eyes. If he let Gavin Brooks leave like this today, his title as the third strongest brute in the grade would be completely lost.

Compete again? Gavin Brooks raised his hand and shook his wrist, showing no interest. This unexpected match had already given him the answer he wanted. He just wanted to buy his bedsheets and return to the dormitory early, put on that strange hat, and enter that so-called virtual game for training.

“Not competing?” Bull Brooks took three big steps to get ahead of Gavin Brooks, his burly body blocking the path to the exit, his face showing a hint of menace: “If you don’t compete today, don’t even think about leaving here.”

Several students from Class 2, Year 1 of the warrior department also jumped down from their beds and stood beside Bull Brooks. As a warrior, Rudy Brooks was also one of the prides of Class 2 thanks to his brute strength. If Gavin Brooks left today with the victor’s title, it would be a collective disgrace for Class 2.

Gavin Brooks looked at the group of warrior students blocking the door, his gaze finally settling on Bull Brooks as he sneered repeatedly. He had thought this rough-looking classmate was bold and forthright, but it turned out he couldn’t even accept defeat! As a warrior, born in this world, you must be able to accept defeat! Only by admitting it can you be considered a real man!

Logan Brooks, standing to the side, secretly watched Gavin Brooks’s expression and quietly pulled a few classmates from Class 1 behind him. Gavin Brooks was widely recognized as one of the top ten in actual combat in the grade. Although he hadn’t challenged others for a higher ranking like the other nine, no one believed that Gavin Brooks, currently ranked tenth in actual combat, was truly only the tenth strongest.

Compared to others, Logan Brooks understood Gavin Brooks’s strength even better. Don’t be fooled by Bull Brooks’s height and build, or the help from a few classmates—if Gavin Brooks was truly provoked, these people would probably end up in the hospital with him before he even hit the ground.

“You all want to be crippled?” Gavin Brooks’s expression darkened slightly. “Have you all forgotten about Cass Brooks?”

Cass Brooks—the name was like a sudden snowfall in summer. The scene of Gavin Brooks’s attack flashed through the minds of Rudy Brooks and the others, making them shiver involuntarily.

Rudy Brooks and his companions exchanged troubled glances. If they had stepped aside earlier, it would have been fine, but doing so now would clearly show they were intimidated by Gavin Brooks’s words. If word got out, how could they continue to stay at Auckland School?

They couldn’t let him go! Rudy Brooks’s eyes sharpened, his attention shifting entirely to the money pouch at Logan Brooks’s waist, which was full of copper coins. Letting Gavin Brooks take it away was simply unbearable.

“If you really don’t want to compete, fine. Just make him put down the money pouch, or else…”

Gavin Brooks raised his eyebrow high, rolled up both sleeves to reveal his strong arms, and slapped the wooden table beside him: “Or else? What? Are you trying to rob me?”

Bang! The old, worn-out wooden table took the full force of Gavin Brooks’s palm, shook violently a few times, and then, with a crash, collapsed into a pile of broken wood, the planks hitting the ground and kicking up a small cloud of dust.

In the now quiet room, a few scattered pieces of wood bounced lightly on the floor, making faint clattering sounds. To Rudy Brooks and the others, it was like the war drums of the arena, each collision deeply shaking their hearts.

He shattered the table with one palm! Even though it was an old table that creaked at the slightest touch, it wasn’t so weak that just anyone could smash it with a single slap.

Rudy Brooks knew very well that even with all his strength, he couldn’t break the table. If he had any doubts before, Gavin Brooks’s power now left no room for question.

Gavin Brooks glanced secretly at the broken table at his feet, secretly thinking: That virtual game training is way too effective, isn’t it? I smashed the table with just one palm?

“So?” Gavin Brooks kicked at the wood at his feet, his gaze sweeping over those blocking his way, his tone threatening: “Do you all want to end up like this table?”

The classmates who had just been standing beside Rudy Brooks instantly moved to either side of the exit, so quickly that Gavin Brooks wondered if he could have even hit them.

Standing in the middle of the only way out, Rudy Brooks, seeing his ‘comrades’ collectively defect, straightened his neck and was about to say something tough, but when he saw the flash of menace in Gavin Brooks’s eyes, he quickly stepped aside, clearing a bright path.

Who was Gavin Brooks? Rudy Brooks hadn’t forgotten: at Auckland Junior Academy of Magic and Warriors, the person ranked tenth among the top ten first-year warriors in actual combat, the one who had once easily put Cass Brooks in the hospital with serious injuries. He’d heard that just yesterday, Cass Brooks had finally recovered and returned to school.