I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

At this momt, the outside world was utterly astonished.

Ev those who had acknowledged John's strgth were shocked beyond measure.

It's crucial to understand that these wer't just any ordinary awakers; they were giuses from across the Federation, all of whom had passed the preliminary test of the Star Cluster Academy.

Their abilities were beyond doubt.

However, in the hands of John, these thirty-plus individuals found themselves without the slightest ability to resist, all being annihilated by a single wide-range skill.

This horrifying sce left countless onlookers in awe.

"Good heavs, is he farming mobs?" one might exclaim.

In the Enchanted Forest, Bedict was equally stunned by this spectacle.

He murmured, "To annihilate thirty exam participants with a single strike, what kind of monster has Victor brought upon himself?"

Although Bedict had recognized that John's talt was certainly not ordinary, he had merely considered him a gius with some pottial, without giving it much further thought.

It was only at this momt that he truly comprehded the extt of John's talt, which was far beyond any ordinary measure.

After slaughtering those who had ambushed him, John had amassed about 5,000 points.

His score had now reached 5000 points, while the highly regarded Isabella and Amelia had yet to surpass 6000 points.

John's score was more than four times theirs!

Looking at the points on his assessmt card, John expressed his disappointmt, "Is that all? Such meager points, truly a bunch of pushovers."

Although John hadn't held much expectation for these individuals, their weakness had still surpassed his imagination.

He hadn't ev had the chance to test his Hallucination Eye before the thirty-plus were completely wiped out.

With a click of his tongue, John sneered towards the sky, "You dare attempt to rob me with such meager strgth? To say you are courting death is to put it mildly; you're nothing but a bunch of trash."

John was known for his biting words.

His statemt wasn't particularly harmful, but it was immsely insulting.

In the ara, the thirty-plus resurrected examinees had just regained their bearings wh they heard John's verbal onslaught.

It felt as if a knife had twisted in their hearts.

They were so infuriated that their faces turned beet red, yet they found themselves utterly incapable of uttering a single word in retaliation.

After all, not having inflicted ev a minor wound on their oppont, any attempt at a comeback would have lacked force and only served to make them the butt of the joke.

Having vted his displeasure, John couldn't be bothered to waste any more time there.

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He lightly stepped on the g, his figure nimbly landing on a tree trunk, intding to take a rest before seeking out a few bosses.

He planned to make the most of the ongoing assessmt to level up a few times.

This brought a sigh of relief to the suring examinees who were guinely concerned John might go on a rampage and randomly hurl a skill their way.

It was at this momt, while mid-air, that John suddly ssed something amiss.

His brows furrowed as he stopped on a towering tree crown.

Turning his head, his gaze shifted towards a direction on his right.

Unbeknownst to him, two figures, one tall and one short, had appeared on a tree crown not far from him.

They stood quietly, as if they had be waiting for him for quite some time.

John's brow furrowed deeper.

He hadn't expected that no sooner had he finished speaking than two tough nuts to crack would appear.

Despite their proximity, John had failed to detect their presce, which was astonishing giv his mtal perception.

This alone was a testamt to the extraordinariness of the duo.

John inquired calmly, "Is there something you need?"

As he spoke, his eyes swept over the duo before him.

Among the two, one was a petite girl clad in a magus robe, her hand clutching an oddly-shaped stone staff, her expression serious.

The other was a tall, burly man with his torso bare, his face adorned with a naive smile that seemed somewhat apologetic.

However, coupled with the dse and ferocious scars that marred his skin, John found the man's smile to bear an ominous undertone, no matter how one looked at it.

John's atttion was primarily focused on the burly man.

He could tell that many of the scars were inflicted by monsters, yet among them were also traces of gunshot wounds and ergy weapon burns.

John's eyes narrowed; while monster-inflicted injuries were understandable, the presce of gunshot and ergy weapon marks was intriguing.

Firearms, though not regulated by the Federation, were typically wielded by the weaker segmts of the population, including ordinary people and regular military personnel, due to the prevalce of awakers.

What could the idtity of this man be, for him to bear so many gunshot wounds?

Curiosity piqued, John refrained from probing further.

Everyone had their secrets, and knowing too much would seldom bring any befit.

Upon hearing John's question, Cecilia responded with gravity, "Hand over your points, and we'll let you go.

There's still time.

With your abilities, regaining a spot in the assessmt shouldn't be difficult."

She glanced at Jonathan beside her and added, "Don't force us to take action. Otherwise, my brother might d up killing you. He's very strong, and you could get eliminated directly."

Jonathan scratched his head, offering an embarrassed smile.

Though his expression was ostsibly ordinary, it somehow conveyed an aura of fierce mace.

Cecilia's statemt drew looks of disbelief from many.

The terrifying extt of John's power had just be demonstrated to everyone.

And now, there was someone daring to challge him, ev claiming her brother was strong.

If this wasn't madness, what was?

John's eyebrows rose at Cecilia's words.

However, he didn't dismiss her claim as mere bravado; instead, his gaze shifted to Jonathan.

To challge him, knowing full well of his strgth, one had to be either supremely confidt in their own abilities or a complete fool.

John surmised it was the former in this case.

Noticing John's look, Jonathan offered a fridly smile, saying, "You seem like a worthy oppont. I can tell you're strong. I can wait for you to recover before we fight."

This statemt stunned everyone.

Was this man out of his mind?

Since wh did robbers wait for their victims to be ready?

John's expression turned quizzical, finding the siblings quite the oddity.

Cecilia glared at Jonathan, visibly upset.

The mere thought of John's capabilities filled her with dread, yet Jonathan was suggesting they let John recover before fighting.

Shrinking slightly under Cecilia's glare, Jonathan theless persisted, "I think... I really want to have a good fight with him."

Cecilia paused, seeing an uncommon resolve on her brother's face.

She pressed her lips together, choosing to say nothing more.

Jonathan's face broke into a pleased grin, turning to John, "You can rest for now. We'll fight later."

John could tell that this guy was not joking a.

The dismissive look vanished from his face, replaced by a touch of seriousness.

For someone with such a straightforward mindset, John found it hard not to take him seriously.

He drew his Bloodthirsty Blade and Eclipse Staff, shaking his head, "No need to rest, let's go right now."

Jonathan paused, about to say something, but th his eyes met John's.

Those eyes held no emotion, as placid as the surface of a lake, undisturbed.

John stated calmly, "Give it your all, don't hold back. Otherwise, you might be the next one to be eliminated."

No sooner had his words fall than a massive serpt burst forth from the earth without any prior indication from John.

The serpt, several meters in thickness, was adorned with gre scales and covered in thorns, its yellowish eyes as large as lanterns, and its body stretched a hundred meters long.

Just the sight of it exerted an overwhelming sse of pressure.

"Thorned Rock Serpt!"

The monstrous serpt's maw snapped ferociously towards Jonathan and Cecilia.

The battle unfolded in the blink of an eye, and it seemed they had no time to react before being gulfed by the Thorned Rock Serpt.

A profound sse of danger descded from above, prompting John to lift his gaze to the sky.

Astonishingly, Jonathan had somehow managed to ascd to mid-air, his skin etched with dark patterns, exuding the fierce and wild aura of a beast.

Standing atop the serpt's head, John's figure remained upright.

He looked up at his oppont, his eyes narrowing, muttering to himself, "Interesting."

...

At the very top of the gymnasium, the vice principal and several sior officials furrowed their brows in concern.

They ssed a familiar aura emanating from Jonathan.

The vice principal muttered, "Is this... a God's Chos?"

The idtity of a God's Chos was no secret.

These individuals, blessed by deities, oft possessed talts and combat abilities far surpassing those of ordinary giuses, bordering on the monstrous.

However, they also represted elemts of instability.

It was uncertain whether the deities backing them were bevolt or malevolt.

Most of the time, the deities behind the God's Chos were not of the bevolt kind.

The dean of studts, frowning, asked, "Who was in charge of the preliminary tests? An unknown God's Chos is extremely dangerous. Doesn't he understand that?"

This was the Star Cluster Academy, not only home to ts of thousands of spectators and awakers but also a face of the Federation.

The emergce of an unidtified God's Chos during the assessmts was a matter of grave concern.

Should this God's Chos lose control and employ any means to communicate with their deity, not ev Principal Sophia, prest here, could guarantee the safety of everyone involved.

Everyone prest realized the severity of the situation, understanding the pottial risks that came with an unknown God's Chos in their midst.