Odyssey of the Blind God

Nial was not too sure what the Combat Instructor was trying to do, but he presumed something in particular.

'Are you in cahoot with the Guard Captain in the Royal Palace?!'

It was a little frustrating but it looked like the Combat Instructor had heard about his achievement in combat training. Nial was currently still young, very young at that. However, he had already learned to wield a sword in the last four years, underwent hellish training and he advanced to the 1st Ancient Mirae rank by creating his first Unique Origin ring.

Even Goldy was at the Mirae rank with a Superior Origin Ring, further enhancing Nial's physical strength. Thus, even though he was not yet fully matured, lacking the physique and constitution of a fully matured Creatoran, he was able to display power comparable to a full-fledged adult at the 1st Mirae rank.

Adding his combat experience and the ability to manifest Goldy's golden scales account, Nial was certainly the strongest seven year old student in the class.

Of course, one had to take into account that there were also 12-year-old students in class. But that was not something the Combat Instructor took into account when he turned Nial into the representative of the practical lesson.

He had to fight every student, one after another.

"Crown Prince Nial Lacardia, are you ready for your first challenge? If not, I can change the rules a little," The burly combat instructor announced, giving Nial a final straw to escape the perilous situation.

Nial figured that the Combat Instructor wanted to try out two things when he heard what he said.

'He wants to test my confidence, and see if I am arrogant… This is not a challenge but a test of my strength, personality, and pride. What a sly fox!'

A bright smile appeared on Nial's face. He didn't really like to be played with, but it was a little different right now. Nial felt the desire to obliterate his opponents and stand on top of everyone, coldly staring down at the Combat Instructor for being daring enough to challenge him.

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It was a weird feeling, an addictive desire that began to overwhelm him.

The Combat Instructor saw his bright smile and was at a loss for a second.

"Give your best to throw me down, otherwise, you will end up embarrassing yourself," Nial said at this moment, his eyes ice-cold.

His movements were sharper than before as he strode calmly to the weapon stand. However, instead of picking the dulled training sword with which he had trained for the last few years, Nial's hand naturally reached out to the dull spear.

The Combat Instructor was a little stupefied to see that Nial picked up a pole weapon. Even though spears were pretty good for mid-range combat, they weren't usually used that often. Swords were more versatile, especially since there were countless different types of swords. In the Lacardia Empyrean Void, there was hardly anyone who would restrict their combat prowess by utilizing a spear.

For someone like Nial, with a defensive-type Familiar, and the ability to summon his familiar's golden scales to cover his body, it was not really necessary to keep his opponents far away from him. It may as well be better to force his opponents in close combat since he had an advantage there.

However, the short spear which Nial picked was not a weapon that allowed such a feat. It had a 1.2-meter-long wooden shaft with a pointed metal head. The metal head was pretty simple as well. It was iron that had been shaped like a triangle. It was dulled to make sure that nobody would sustain any serious injuries. Nonetheless, the weapon was pretty dangerous…and it looked like Nial wanted to use it to injure his opponents.

He slowly strode across the center of the arena, his presence eerily cold and his expression that of a veteran hunter, a monster that had already ended the lives of hundreds of people.

His body seemed to exude darkness and coldness that seemed to decrease the temperature in the surrounding. Nobody could tell for sure whether this was actually real, or just an illusion. After all, they felt shivers running down their spines.

Even the Combat Instructor felt goosebumps all over his body as he looked at the seven year old Crown Prince.

'I was told to provoke the Crown Prince to test him…but that is a little bit over the top, isn't it?'

Nial didn't really know what was happening to him, but he liked the feeling of power that spread through his entire body. It was almost as if the Ancient Origin ring and the runic constellations that had been carved on the Origin Ring unveiled something that had been sealed in the depths of his subconsciousness.

It was a unique feeling, but certainly not something he disliked.

He materialized the golden scales of the Goldscale Serpent, circulated Mana through them, and changed his stance slowly.

"All of you can come at me at once, if you want."

Nial's voice was silent but it traveled far. Nobody had been saying anything as they didn't even dare to open their mouth.

However, upon hearing Nial's words it was almost as if they had been pulled out of a trance. Their eyes widened for a second or two before the first students rushed over to the weapon stand.

"Even if you're the Crown Prince, shouldn't there be a limit to how cocky you can be?!" One of them shouted, visibly enraged.

It was one of the oldest students, who was also the young Summoner of the Heavy Armored Bull. The Familiars were not allowed to actively participate in this battle, but that was not necessary. After all, the Summoners were confident in defeating Nial.

After all, their ratio was one Nial against dozens of older students.

Nial's words even implied that he wanted to face his personal maid head-on. Celine was not to be taken lightly, not after the past events. However, she hesitated and didn't join the battle.

On the contrary, she observed the battle intently, ready to protect Nial the moment he ended up in danger.

But before something like that could happen, Nial burst forward, piercing the dull spear ahead. His silver eye clearly detected the circulation of mana inside and around the other students. He detected when they wanted to burst somewhere before they actually moved, and he went on ahead to strike them first.

He thrust the dull spear into the chest of the Heavy Armored Bull's Summoner. His thrust was simple but precise and issued with compact force, hurling the young Summoner to the ground after he was forcefully halted in his tracks.

The young Summoner felt incapable of breathing for several seconds. His mouth opened widely, tears welled in his eyes and he held his throat as if that would allow him to breathe once again.

The Combat Instructor rushed to the young Summoner and circulated mana through his body to ease the tension of the young student's body. Through the compact force that had impacted right in the center of the youth's chest, the student's entire body stiffened.

This type of attack was not something the Royal Palace's Captain Guard would have taught Nial.

It was something that only professionals with terrific experience of tens of years should be capable of turning into actual practice in a battle.

Yet, Nial was doing this while he was only seven years old.

But that was not even the worst.

Nial had never touched a spear in these seven years of his life.

How was he able to wield the dull spear in such a terrific way?

Who the hell was he?

What the hell was he?

Before the Combat Instructor knew it, he found himself faced with several students lying on the ground, crying bitterly. They were bruised black and blue, lying on the ground. Some could hardly move because they found themselves in similar situations as the young Summoner from earlier.

The Combat Instructor rushed over and helped everyone quickly. He spread his mana through the surroundings and aided everyone, while simultaneously retracting a communication device from his Soul Space.

"I need some back-up in the arena…I let loose a monster before realizing it…bring all medics over here!"

While the Combat Instructor cursed himself for accepting the favor of his master, Nial began to wreak havoc with a dulled spear. Even though he was not in possession of great physical strength, he had the technique.

After all, his experience was much grander than one may anticipate.