Chapter 89

Even if he could persist by relying on his strong will, each time he cast a divine spell would be a test. After all, the divine power of the Goddess of Care was too weak; even the priests of the Church of Care sometimes succeeded and sometimes failed when casting divine spells. How could a young man like him successfully cast a divine spell ten times in a row? It would be quite difficult.

Even if he couldn't persist, based on his current performance, he was indeed a good candidate. With some polishing at the Church Academy, this young man named Junming would have a bright future. Sir Celu looked at Jiang Junming's thin figure and thought.

The young knight trainees were constantly being eliminated, all falling before the old knight Sir Celu. Originally, casting divine spells was not a difficult task, though not as easy as it was for the young priest trainees, it was still possible to cast divine power. However, after intense exercise, casting divine spells became increasingly difficult. Under Sir Celu's roars, one by one, the young trainees fell to the ground, exhausted.

But Jiang Junming, whether running or casting divine spells, remained as steady as before. The more time passed, the more everyone, including the young trainees, the two old priests of different heights, and Sir Celu, were surprised by this. It seemed that distance, intense exercise, and physical exhaustion were not difficult for Jiang Junming to bear; he ran as if he were taking a leisurely walk, steady and smooth.

Sir Celu, the old knight, watched Jiang Junming and saw that the increasingly difficult situation he had expected did not occur. The thin young trainee's muscles seemed to be full of boundless, vigorous vitality, and this level of physical training was no burden to him. Could it be that he had misjudged? Was this young trainee named Junming, as the legend among the two old priests and the academy teachers suggested, truly extraordinary? Curiosity gradually appeared in Sir Celu's eyes.

Having lived for over seventy years, experienced countless battles, and seen countless people, Sir Celu, the old knight, believed he would not be wrong in assessing physical abilities. At a glance, he could roughly gauge what the young trainees could achieve. And the facts proved that his judgment was almost correct. The reason for "almost" was because of Junming.

He never thought that such a weak body could contain such strong power. Sir Celu, the old knight, watched Jiang Junming's steady running figure without blinking, his gaze so focused.

The two old priests, one tall and one short, had been observing all the young trainees. As the number of trainees dwindled, their attention gradually focused on Jiang Junming. During the retest, Jiang Junming had already surprised them. The sudden incident at the Combat Academy had even more shocked the two old priests. Even now, they still couldn't understand how Jiang Junming managed to pull Caynes back from the brink of death.

Even now, Jiang Junming continued to surprise them. According to the two old priests, with his thin build, he should not have been able to persist in long-distance running and casting divine power every three laps. Perhaps the two old priests still had some hope, but hope was just hope. They never expected that what they imagined would actually happen before their eyes.

Even if he was good at running, casting divine spells should be impossible, the two old priests and Sir Celu thought in unison. It wasn't that they wanted Jiang Junming to fail, but they found it hard to understand his performance. Perhaps only when he fell would the world return to its normal course. After all, even the priests of the Church of Care couldn't guarantee they could successfully cast divine spells ten times. This was determined by the divine power of the god they believed in, and had nothing to do with Jiang Junming himself.

But as Jiang Junming passed by the two old priests and Sir Celu time and time again, casting his weak yet real divine spells, Sir Celu and the two old priests were repeatedly shocked.

This time, it shouldn't work, but Jiang Junming was still the same. This time... this time... each time someone fell, it was not Jiang Junming, but the strong, muscular young knight trainees.

It was already the eighth set of three laps. Jiang Junming's speed was still constant. When he ran past Sir Celu and the two old priests, began to pray, and cast his divine spell, the three of them exchanged glances, their eyes filled with disbelief. Jiang Junming's divine spell was still weak, seemingly about to fail, but despite its weakness, it was quickly cast. Then, Jiang Junming put down his hands and continued running.

It was the same, as if no matter how long he ran or how many times he cast divine spells, Jiang Junming would continue to do so.

Could he really run thirty laps so easily and effortlessly? A strange thought appeared in the minds of the two old priests and Sir Celu. Sir Celu, the old knight, had been teaching at the Church Academy for over ten years. Each new batch of young trainees would undergo this nearly brutal physical training. The purpose of this training was not to deliberately torment the young trainees, but to assess their physical fitness and their ability to sense, accept, and cast divine power, so that they could be taught according to their abilities in the future.

However, in over ten years, although there were those who could persist, none had done so as effortlessly as Jiang Junming. Sir Celu, the old knight, suddenly had a thought: if he had come to the Church Academy at the age of ten, would he have been as easy and effortless as Jiang Junming in the physical training?

The answer was no. Sir Celu, the old knight, was surprised to find that the thin young trainee seemed to be stronger than he was when he was young. Without showing off, he just ran silently, and cast a weak divine spell every three laps. So steady, yes, Jiang Junming's performance could be described as steady. No matter how long he ran or how weak the divine spell's light was, he could continue.

What an interesting child, Sir Celu, the old knight, whose face was as hard as stone, showed a slight smile, thinking.

At this point, only ten young knight trainees remained, all the most elite and outstanding. The priest trainees included Jiang Junming, Tireda, and Idria. The once grand group had become sparse, but these people were the elite of all the trainees, a fact no one could deny. Although they were still persisting, the young knight trainees found it increasingly difficult to cast divine spells, and Peta, with his honest face, showed a hint of stubbornness, casting his divine spell with all his might, then continuing to run.