Vlad laid amidst the rubble while the sound of metal clashing resounded around him.
His nostrills were filled with the smell of dust as he tried to take in a breath of air as painfull coughs escaped his mouth.
'Fucking hell.'
He couldn't even see him move as his body crashed into the wall.
It was scary to imagine how much stronger the people of this world were if Elizabeth was just holding back.
"Ugh."
A groan escaped his lips as he tried to move his battered body.
It felt as if he got hit by a speeding truck.
Yet he still somehow managed to squeeze out a dry, hollow laugh.
'My bones didn't break again.'
He couldn't help but regret aswell as be gratefull for this.
It was most likely another feature of this body, the durability of it was just something else.
The pain wasn't gone though.
Every single movement felt like moving through a patch of thorny vines, the limbs were screaming at him like asking for it to stop already but Vlad still stood up.
Although not for long.
*Thud*
Falling face flat on the floor his body twitched a few times before moving his arms forward and dragging himself towards the white light of the door.
'God, why.'
.
"Hup!"
Jumping from one foot to another, Marco dodged the incoming punch which turned into a slash as a blade sprouted from brutes fist.
Instead of retreating the fist back, Francine crashed it into the floor breaking it's surface and making Marco lose his balance.
'Show me more!'
As he lost his footing, he made an uppercut as a dozen of spikes appeared on his knuckles followed by the sound of clashing steel.
Parrying the attack, Marco gripped his sword and made a vertical slash across Francines face leaving a small cut beetween his eyes.
"Not bad."
Smirking, Francine feinted a jab before kicking him in the gut landing a devastating hit.
His face crumbled under the pain.
Francine kept on attacking him as the hits he landed started to double and triple in number.
Yet though he was completely overwhelming his opponent, an uneasy feeling crept up his mind.
'Is he hiding something?'
The illusion that he created earlier was definetly above the level he currently showed so what could possibly be the meaning of this?
It was as if he was being toyed with.
'Dammit!'
That made him step back and watch his opponents movements.
He didn't even notice that his breath has gotten rougher.
The exshaustion started to kick in.
Who could have expected that fighting nineteen different people that werent that far off from his abilities was an exshausting task.
Marco's face got calmer the longer they fought which made one thing clear.
'hes trying to stall me.'
But why?
If others came and and started going for the door then the chances of passing would be even lower, they could even sabotage him and make him their enemy.
'so why?'
As he was trying to figure out his thoughts, Marco spoke to him in an eerie calm tone.
"Are you done?"
It seemed to have struck a nerve as Francine gritted his teeth and knelt down on the ground.
'If he doesn't want it, then il just eliminate him.'
The only reason he had to hold back from killing students were the side effects, even if it was a simulation, it was quite bad for their mental state.
Yet in this situation he couldn't really injure him enough for the safety mechanism to trigger.
He didn't seem to want to stop either.
"Il give you one last chance."
Standing aside and opening up a way for him to go inside the door, he continued.
"You have proved to me that you deserve a position in the prestige class, so either leave now when im being nice or-"
*Click*
Marco sheathed his sword without any hesitation and let out a sigh of exshaustion.
He walked right past the frozen Francine who couldn't believe his attitude.
"I already got what i wanted."
Were the last words as he entered the door dissapearing into nothingness.
It was now time to wait for one last person that joins the prestige class.
"ugh."
'Huh?'
He heard someone's groaning, yet there was no one around, it seemed that echoes of others started to reach this place.
"oughh."
It sounded a little familiar but he couldn't really remember what it reminded him of.
"shit."
Even a little more vulgar than he liked.
"Who's there."
He asked but no answer came except from the scraping sound coming from the side.
Looking down he saw a boy dragging himself towards the exit.
'Isnt it..'
It was the exact one he got rid of a few minutes ago.
He though it was an illusion that the blue haired boy made but was he wrong?
He walked up and flipper him over with a foot showing his pale face.
'!'
It was indeed the same boy he sent flying into the wall.
His eyes were unfocused as he took in slow rugged breaths.
His chest trembled after seeing Francine and a grimace spread across his face.
"You're real."
He managed to squeeze out after seeing the boys condition.
A small chuckle escaped the boys lips.
"No shit, Sherlock."
Seeing the boy talking to him like that he wanted to give him a beating but stopped himself after remembering what he'd done before.
His face paled.
'what have i done.'
Although he couldn't sense his mana at first, after focusing so much he managed to notice a small clump of mana deep inside his heart.
It was just so small that no one would notice it at first.
Now that he knew it was an applicant, he could lose merit points or even undergo a punishment.
And he could not afford something like that.
Yet one thought had yet to cross his mind.
'But how did he manage to survive it?'
If one had recieved a critical injury then they would be transported back to the real world to recover and explore the academy.
Yet this child not only managed to survive it, he also had the guts to go for the exit in this state.
'.'
Looking at him from above, he thought for a few moments before grabbing his collar and throwing his body right at the door.
With a short yelp, he dissapeared into the light leaving Francine alone in there.
'if he can take a punch then he might aswell go in.'
He though as he feared what the headmaster would do to him.
.
"The test is over."
Headmasters voice echoed through the tunnel as all the beasts started to dissapear leaving the tired students by themselfes.
"Everyone will be now transported back for identification. For now you can get to know the academies grounds as tomorrow will be held an entrance ceremony."
Relief washed over the students as it seemed no one had failed the exam.
"And congratulations on joining the United Order's Academy."