A Barbarian Was Admitted To The Academy Novel Novels & Stories

The soldier escorting me growled, "Who the hell are you? Stop pointing your gun at the civilians—" "Civilians? More like crazy thugs!" Caleb let out a sneer, "Since you patrol units won’t stop these crazy people, Emerald Howl Pack won’t mind stepping in." "Emerald Howl Pack!" someone in the crowd cried, "They're the barbarians from the north! Same as Evelyn—" BANG! Caleb fired another shot into the sky. "Yes! Compared to you spineless puss, we are indeed barbarians!" he shouted. "So if anyone has a problem, come at me now! A barbarian like me can crash ten sculps barehanded!"

Compared to the days of Ding Hao as a nominal disciple, this place had become more magnificent. In the past, among the five major academies of nominal disciples, the Central Academy of white shirts was the first, and the disciplines assigned were also the best, but now the number one was the Eastern Academy of green shirts. Every nominal disciple was proud to be admitted to the Eastern Academy of green shirts. There was a different kind of pride in wearing that green swordsman gown and walking in Swordsmanship-seeking Sect because Saber and Sword Addict Ding Hao had risen from in Eastern Academy of green shirts.

The Barbarian mage lay unconscious at the edge of the arena. His clothes were charred black. His staff had shattered into pieces. Complete silence followed. Bright stretched lazily. "Can I go now?" "I haven't finished today's novel." Without waiting for an answer, he calmly walked back toward Kiara and sat down. The referee stared blankly. "...Winner..." "Archmage Bright Winchester." Only then did the crowd erupt. "One attack..." "He won with ONE attack!" "The Barbarian Kingdom's greatest mage didn't even touch him!" Even the Emperor was speechless.

Flabbergasted, the Shady Merchant could not believe the story Zen told him. It was the first time in his career that he met an adventurer who refused to engage in battles if there was another route. The system administrators made exceptions for this lad, and he could finally understand why. Zen was an utter nutcase but a brilliant one! “I guess this completes Baron Leron’s museum collection.”

He stared at me for a few seconds before finally opening his mouth. “G-Grover…” I furrowed my brow. “What is it now?” Usually, he’d immediately taunt me or push me for no reason. But tonight he just stood there silently. He even seemed to be struggling to speak. His friend, standing behind him, kept looking towards the forest, pale-faced. As if afraid something would come out of there. Then footsteps sounded behind me. Uncle Sargon appeared in the kitchen doorway. And the atmosphere changed instantly. Simon looked downcast when he saw him. I’d only just realized something tonight.

Ada swallowed as the realization struck her. She walked silently towards them, keeping her body glued to the wall and hoping to get to the other side where her friends waited patiently. It took all the discipline in her not to look at the big head or lips of the barbarians, which looked twice the size of the petals of a banana leaf. The feeling made her remember that joke in the village, which said that the lips of the barbarians were so thick that it could be used for armor and that their heads could be used as an object for weight lifting. A small smile parted Ada's lips despite her uneasiness. The heads of these people were not as big as the king's jesters had made them imagine it. If for