The academy selection continued, and Aanya, out of curiosity, turned her head towards Bhavin Agnihotri, her voice crisp as she asked. "Bhavin Agnihotri, how exactly did you defeat my and Jannat's illusion silhouettes?"
Bhavin Agnihotri smiled and at her, "I'm a mechanic, so of course, it was thanks to powerful weapons of mine."
Aanya's rosy lips curved slightly in disdain, "Hmph, if you don't want to say, forget it. You're not being honest at all."
As an outstanding student of Qinga Academy, Aanya was quite knowledgeable about the combat level of a mechanic's early stage.
Given Bhavin Agnihotri's strength just three days into his awakening, she did not believe her illusion would be destroyed in less than twenty seconds. Clearly, Bhavin Agnihotri had other means but didn't want to tell her.
Bhavin Agnihotri shrugged innocently. He truly wasn't lying, it indeed was with the help of powerful weapons that he defeated the illusion silhouettes.
However, the number of his powerful weapons might have been a little bit of excessive.
As time passed, daylight gradually faded, and the sun slowly descended behind the mountains.
As it got closer to the selection cutoff at 10 o'clock, even the hesitant new professionals had no choice but to grit their teeth and choose a representative of an academy for assessment—some passed, while others were eliminated.
Cries of joy, regret, and agony filled the air.
Heera sat with a stern face behind the student representatives from Leite Academy, but her gaze constantly drifted towards Qinga Academy, focusing on that calm, young man who was meditating with his eyes closed.
As a professional Holy Priest of the front line, her talent was definitely considered above average. Due to her cautious nature, Heera first chose Leite Academy, known for developing support professions, for her assessment.
Thanks to the Light Shield of the Holy Priest, she successfully held out for three minutes, passing the assessment.
Afterwards, she also challenged Btira Academy and Qinga Academy. Yet against the attacks of Jannat and Aanya's illusions, she struggled with all her might, lasting only two minutes, and naturally, the result was a failure.
At that moment, Heera was filled with various emotions, regret, anger, resentment, disappointment, defiance...
If she hadn't broken up with Bhavin Agnihotri at the time, in these three days, following him in instances, she might have reached level 7, or even 8, instead of halting at level 5 like she did now.
Additionally, she had been staying up nights with Sunil just to earn some black equipment from him.
But even so, Sunil only gave her three or four pieces of black equipment.
If she had followed Bhavin Agnihotri, considering his gains from the instances, she would have been get in black equipment by now and probably passed the selection assessments of Btira Academy and Qinga Academy!
Unlike now, she could only enter the second-rate Leite Academy.
"Bhavin Agnihotri, you heartless bastard! You've ruined my future! You deserve to die! Deserve to die!" Heera clenched her fists tightly, hatred surfacing in her eyes.
On the platform, Lara glanced at the time and stood up. She raised her hand, summoned her magic wand, and waved in the air.
Golden light shone magnificently in the night sky, and the translucent light mirrors before the student representatives of all the academies vanished instantly.
A few students still undergoing test within the light mirrors were forcibly come out.
Bhavin Agnihotri spoke solemnly, "Time's up. This year's academy selection is over. Those who didn't pass, try again next year!"
With these words, the cries of agony from the crowd became even louder.
As novice professionals, if they can't getinto the academies, they will have to study independently over the next year.
The progress speed of self-study will undoubtedly lag far behind that of academy students.
In the future, the gap between them and their peers will only widen. With disdain, Lara glanced at those weeping and wailing failures below, then turned to Jannat and the ten or so newly selected freshmen behind her, speaking coldly, "Btira Academy members, follow me."
"Yes, Professor Lara!" The crowd behind Jannat responded in unison, a proud and smug expression in their eyes.
Passing Btira Academy's assessment, they indeed had something to be proud of.
Only Sunil wore a sinister gaze as he looked towards Qinga Academy.
Similar to Btira Academy, Aanya also had more than ten newly selected freshmen behind her.
However, on the whole, the freshmen here appeared visibly more disheveled.
This wasn't because Aanya's illusion was weaker than Jannat's, but because most of these new professionals didn't have many pieces of black equipment, making it much harder to resist the illusion's attack.
Qinga Academy is colloquially known as the "Academy of Commoners."
Incontrast, Beida Academy is termed the "Private Academy of Nobles."
Although both are the highest academies of the East Clear Empire, their names alone reveal their backgrounds and orientations.
Grassroots-born Amith looked at the eager and excited faces of the freshmen below, as if seeing himself decades ago, and smiled gently. "Little ones, congratulations! From today onwards, you're truly embarking on the path of a true professional!"
"Yes, Professor Amith!" The new students of Qinga Academy replied excitedly.
Aanya's flawless face also blossomed into a smile. "Congratulations to all my junior schoolmates for passing the assessment. You have one evening to go back and pack your things."
"Tomorrow morning, we will gather here again, and we will use the city's Teleportation Array to return directly to Telka City."
As the two highest academies of the East Clear Empire, Qinga Academy and Btira Academy are both located in Telka City.
Everyone agreed in unison and left to pack their luggage. Under the covert watch of Amith and Aanya, Bhavin Agnihotri also followed the crowd and left.
Late at night, Four Clear City, a villa at Liata Villa Resort.
In the opulently decorated hall, Sunil sat gloomily on the leather sofa. Opposite him was a middle-aged man dressed in a finely tailored suit, his hair slicked back.