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Chapter 229: The Somewhat Bizarre College Combat Test

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Moss’s final additional test was something the other examinees would choose. The examinees’ results were a critical reference point for the top 120 institutes. The better their results, the more likely it would be for the examinees to attend their target institute.

Moreover, not all examinees possessed tamed beasts, and most would participate in the additional exams for this subject.

This exam hall was the largest of the three additional exams. The top 120 institutes in the country would send their seniors and educators to be examiners of their respective schools.

Moss walked into the exam hall and was shocked when he saw the 120 arenas before him. He looked around, and a smile appeared on his face.

“It looks like a special arena for the final additional test.”

The most attention-grabbing place on the left side of the exam hall was the top then institutes’ arenas, which took up almost half of the exam hall.

After pinpointing his target, Moss walked straight to Shuimu Institute’s arena, closest to him.

At Shuimu Institute exam hall entrance, a refined bespectacled senior smiled at Moss and said enthusiastically, “Hello, examinee. Welcome to Shuimu Institute’s arena. You can enter once you’ve registered.”

“Hello there,” Moss greeted the student and jotted his information on the registration form.

“Ah, so you’re Moss. Welcome.” Upon seeing the name on the form, the bespectacled senior’s eyes sparkled, and he became even more enthusiastic.

He stood up to personally guide and carefully explained, “Examinee Moss, our institute has divided our test into two different difficulties. One is to spar against one of our seniors, and the other is against one of our educators.

“You will score differently between these difficulty levels. However, you might suffer a little if you decide to spar against one of our educators…”

“I understand. Thank you, senior,” Moss responded smilingly. Then he walked toward the exam hall on the right, where he would spar against an educator.

“…It would be an excellent experience to…” the bespectacled senior looked at Moss’s back and muttered.

…

Three minutes later, the bespectacled senior patted Moss’s shoulder. He said, “Don’t be discouraged. Our educator is only an intermediate-level powerhouse, after all. We will only use your results as a reference.”

Then he changed the topic, “Welcome to Shuimu Institute, Examinee Moss. I look forward to seeing you at the university in two months.”

Moss was shocked when he heard that. He wondered why Shuimu Institute felt a little strange.

The educator in charge had only exchanged a few actions with Moss before stopping the test, but from the educator’s expression, he seemed relatively satisfied with himself.

He had even told Moss about the many benefits of applying to Shuimu Institute in under three minutes. Otherwise, the educator would have left the arena much quicker.

Considering the bespectacled senior’s words, it was clear he felt wronged. He wondered if the educator had gone easy on Moss.

Moss nodded smilingly and said, “Goodbye, senior!”

Then he walked toward the Shanghai Institute arena.

“That student and his ability to withstand attacks are impressive. He fought against our educator as if it was nothing.” The bespectacled senior nodded approvingly.

…

Moss was even more puzzled when he went to Shanghai Institute and Kyoto Institute’s arenas. Shanghai Institute was similar to Shuimu Institute, where the educator stopped the test within a few minutes.

Moss wanted to inquire about it, but the educator did not give him a chance. The educator spoke in a distinctive dialect as he enthusiastically explained the advantages of Shanghai Institute in cultivating talents, their four-year scholarship, and general growth goal.

Ultimately, the educator spent the rest of his time persuading Moss to apply to Shanghai Institute.

After finally going to Kyoto Institute’s arena, Moss roughly guessed the top three institute’s intentions. However, Kyoto Institute was the most exaggerated among the three.

As soon as Moss entered the arena, Kyoto Institute’s educator handed him a report card with full marks. Moss could not help but ask this time because he did not want to miss the opportunity to spar against the country’s best university educator.

Kyoto Institute’s educator told Moss they had studied his performance in the first three and two additional exams and thought he was more than qualified to attend their institute.

Moss felt helpless that he had missed an excellent opportunity to spar with the country’s expert. Still, he could not force the educator to spar with him. After all, he was at Kyoto Institute’s arena, and the educator had the right to make decisions.

Nonetheless, Moss did not think he would end his additional exams this way.

…

Alan noticed how disappointed Moss was when he exited the exam hall. Alan ran toward him, frowned, and put his arm around Moss’s shoulder. He asked with concern, “What’s wrong, Moss?”

Mill thought Moss had suffered a severe blow to his confidence when he fought against the three famous educators. When she noticed Moss’s strange behavior, she hurriedly approached and comforted him, “The top three institute’s educators aren’t ordinary people. Don’t take it to heart, Moss.”

Bass and Baylon also walked alongside Moss, Mill, and Alan.

Moss knew his teammates had misunderstood the situation, so he smiled and helplessly shook his head, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you guys to misunderstand my situation.

“Although my sparring sessions with the top three institutes were bizarre, they didn’t use their full strengths. One of my sessions even ended before it even started. Still, I got great results.”

Then he spread his hands and continued helplessly, “I’m only disappointed because I had missed the opportunity to have a proper sparring session with the educators of the top three institutes.”

The Guardians sighed with relief when they heard their captain’s explanation. Then the members who had gathered their thoughts felt shocked when they realized what Moss had said.

Alan rubbed his butt, still in pain, and muttered in disbelief, “W-What? Did you just say the educators went easy on you and that one of them didn’t even spar with you?

“I sparred with Military Institute’s educator, who kicked my butt in the first round. The educators showed no mercy and were proud of themselves for torturing us. I was so scared that I dared not try again!”

“I fought with a senior from East Lake Institute, and I lost miserably. I discovered they worked so hard because they wouldn’t know where to hide their faces if they lost to us.”

“Moreover, torturing freshmen are like a tradition to them.”

“Why are you always the one to struggle the least, Moss?”

…

Moss felt a little depressed when he heard his teammates’ words. They had previously comforted him, but it seemed he was the one who should comfort them now. Still, it was tough for him to console four people alone.

“I’m sorry, guys. I feel horrible.” Moss shook his head helplessly.

…

Michaels became anxious when he saw Moss’s disappointed expression. Moss had become a treasured student in his eyes now. “Did something happen to him near the end of his additional exams?”

Although Michaels was anxious, he was still the director of White Deer City’s education bureau. Others watched his every move, so he could not let his guard down.

He noticed Na’er was behind him, so he called Na’er over. “Quick, go check on Moss and report to me immediately. I still have some resources for him.”

Na’er left in a hurry as he locked his gaze on the big screen. He finally heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Moss on the screen.

“A-Am I hallucinating?” Michaels shook his head slightly, but a smile flashed across his face.