My Muscles Adapt 10,000 Times Faster

Chapter 43: Punishment

Valtor, 14 years of age and a super youth genius! Already a Rank 2 Magus.

At present, this person was standing in front of Tron. He was undoubtedly terrifying. Apart from Magus Fraust, Tron had never seen someone , Tron had never seen a Rank 2 magus so close.

Valtor was a super youth genius whose talent could almost be called legendary. His brilliance was only just beginning to show. No one could estimate how far he would go in the future, and he might even surpass the Arch Magus.

And now, he had seen Tron cut down his two elder brothers with his own eyes.

Valtor stared at Tron. In that instant, Tron felt a fatal coldness. He was immediately plunged into a freezing world without a single hint of warmth in this world. Only death.

"What is your name?" Valtor walked over, pace by pace.

His young face frosty cold as he asked.

"Tron, Tron Mahoraga. " Tron face extremely serious as he toyed with the flesh gourd in his hands, his body rumbling with immense energy.

"You slaughtered my two elder brothers. I will let you taste a thousand pains before you die."

Valtor's eyes swirled with blue light. Although he was young, his intellect was uncommon.

Tron did not reply. The tremendous pressure emanating from Valtor made him understand that power was everything in this world.

There was always a taller mountain. Although the he had adaptive muscles, he was still weak compared to Valtor.

"Seniors, may I end him?" Valtor tilted his head questioningly towards the elite students.

These elite students were of a very high status. If Tron did not guess wrongly, they were the personal students of a Guardian.

In the Heavenly Sword academy, the Archon was the highest, and there was also several Guardians. Their status was equally noble, and was second to the Arch Magus. There were many tasks in the academy that were, in reality, handled by the academy Protector.

There were a total of seven Guardians within the academy. They were the one in charge of nurturing Elite students within the academy.

It was said that the Head Guardian was waiting for Valtor to condense his arcane energy from metaphysical form before accepting him as a student. That was why Valtor was now with the other elite students, and it was seen as normal.

"Valtor, be at ease. We will settle this for you. You may deal with him as you wish," one of the guys said coldly. Clearly, to Valtor, killing him on the spot was not hateful enough. He would use every method available.

"Thank you." Valtor turned back and walked towards Tron.

He naturally dismissed Tron. In truth, given his current level, there were not many first years who were his match.

As he approached, Tron could really experience the terrifying amount of destructive energy contained within the youth. The pressure surrounding him was like a massive mountain! It was as though he could crush the Tron with a single attack.

Tron's face turned cold as he grabbed the demonic Flesh gourd in his hands, and immediately tried activating it, calling fourth the Ghost demon.

"Ding! Ding!"

Ice mist swirled as ice shards formed and danced, the shards slicing through his skin like a blizzard. Flecks of blood and scars appeared on his skin.

Whoosh!

Just as Valtor was about to grab him and crush him with immense arcane energy, a long-skirted woman appeared before Tron's eyes.

She was enshrouded in a fairy mist, but from the silhouette, Tron already knew who she was.

Magus Dapne.

The ultimate woman of devastating beauty.

Tron was actually a little moved.

This was not the first time. Was she still going to save him?

Unbelievable.

"Magis Daphne." Seeing Magus Dapne's arrival, Valtor let all his pressure dissipate. He was only 14, and he had just lost two brothers. To be so calm still... it made Tron squint his eyes in thought.

Tron had almost lost his thoughts completely after seeing Sun Wudao die.

But Valtor was actually still calm after two of his brother died before him.

"Mm."

Magus Dapne nodded, her long skirt dancing. There were strands of beautiful, colored chains that wrapped her body. As the breeze blew, these tendrils curled towards Tron's face, wafting fragrance.

"Magus Dapne, I will kill him," Valtor said, neither servile nor overbearing.

Magus Dapne said, "He is now a student of the academy. No one may take him away."

Valtor had not imagined that Magus Dapne would actually protect a servant who had just entered the academy! Even his cold countenance began to show signs of anger now. "Magus Dapne, he has killed five students, including my two elder brothers. He should be punished by right! Do you dare to rebel against the rules?"

Magus Dapne said, "You, Valtor, are not the academy's rules. The ones who enforce the academy's rules are the guardians and the Arch Magus."

"You!" Valtor was roused now, his anger terrible to behold. But Magus Dapne was right. He did not have the right to enforce the academy rules.

"Magus Dapne, don't be foolish. academy rules are dead things, and we are living ones. Tron has caused such a disaster, even killing Valtor's two brothers. Consider it as giving us a bit of respect and give Tron to Minglang to settle this."

The Head Guardian students had come up one by one.

To them, Magus Dapne's actions now were illogical.

Tron was just an insignificant student, while they  were the Guardians students, and their status was higher than Tron's by hundreds of times. If Magus Dapne would offend them on Tron's behalf, that was beyond foolish.

After all, they were the main cornerstone of the academy's next generation.

Of course, even Tron himself felt that she had no need to make enemies of these people on his behalf.

But Magus Dapne said, "I've already informed the  Archeon Mage and he will arrive shortly."

These words stunned everybody! Many of the initiates had never seen the Dean after all this time.

Today, for Tron's troubles, Magus Dapne had actually invited the Archeon Mage down!

"Arch Magus!"

This still caused Valtor to clench his fist. Although his countenance did not show it, in his heart, his anger raged like a fire that would evaporate rivers and seas.

Suddenly, a golden beam of light descended from the skies, piercing through the clouds. It was a black-haired middle-aged man.

"It's him!"

Tron immediately recognized him.

"Greetings Arch Magus!"

Immediately, everyone curtsied, Magus Dapne included. Tron had also bowed to him, and he did so now as well.

"I know and understand all that transpired today." The Arch Magus's voice echoed in the space.

"I ask the Arch Magus to give me permission to let me handle Tron. He killed five people in a row and violated the academy's rules!" Valtor said composedly.

Everyone looked respectfully towards this Arch Mage.

The Dean was unperturbed by Valtor, saying, "Situ Jin's group of four murdered a 45-year-old servant who was helpless with no. Will to fight out if spite. They had already lost the bearing of a mage. They were unfit to be students in the Heavenly Sword academy. Their deaths are not regretted.

To be a magus is to search for the true meaning of the world, kill demons,  gain power to walk the void and conquer multiple universes, not just so you could abuse those power for little gains.

These words swept through everyone like wind and lightning. Everybody could hear it! This was the voice of the Dean!

Nobody held him in disregard.

As an Arch Magus, he had his own aura. With these words, nobody dared to object. And nobody could object.

Valtor had not thought that such a judgement would be passed. He was stunned. All the academy Protector's students were stunned.

But thinking this through carefully, the Arch Magus's logic was infallible. Mages killing people instead of demons - on what basis could they qualify as mages.

"No!"

Valtor knew that if this continued, he would have no hold on Tron.

But his voice of objection stuck in his throat and was not voiced.

Under the Arch Magus suppression, all he could do was kneel on the floor. He could only shake.

"Tron, you killed five students in succession. Although these five were in the wrong, your methods were overboard. You won't attend lectures nor would you receive resources, meditation techniques or spells for half a year. Reflect and correct your behavior." The Dean's voice again echoed. Again, he shook them to the heart.

This was the Dean's judgement.

Valtor was not satisfied.

He was going crazy!

But he had been suppressed and could not dissent.

In this instant, Tron was stunned. Although he wasn't killed, the punishment was too severe. Without guidance, or resources he would never be able to become a mage in half a year and by that time he might have been killed during the monthly examinations.