Bloodline of Gods: The Genius at Olympus Academy!

Chapter 44 44. Strange Cyclops

With a furious roar, one of the lionesses moved in a blur and bit down furiously on the hand wielding the mighty warhammer.

Orphalon let out a painful groan as his warhammer was knocked far to the side.

His eye glowed red with fury as he used his free hand to form a fist and struck the lioness on the head repeatedly.

The lioness could only let out a tragic whimper as it rolled off to the side, twitching repeatedly, its life or death unknown.

Orphalon breathed rapidly, the wild and brutal aura brought out by his cyclops DNA now completely unleashed.

He stood face to face with the remaining lioness, looked at the injury on his right arm, and frowned.

The warhammer was too far away to reach without falling victim to the lion's attack.

'Well, since I can't retreat, we can only go forward.'

Orphalon took in a deep breath, let out a furious war cry, and charged towards the beast.

The two giant monsters collided, their wild nature on full display.

The lioness roared as she bit down on Orphalon's exposed body, scratching and gnawing at his skin.

Orphalon didn't just sit there and take the beating.

His massive arms wrapped around the lioness's neck, wrestling and slamming it to the ground.

The two monsters rolled around for a while, each one writhing and struggling in a bloody mess for control.

The struggle continued, but eventually, the arena fell silent as everyone heard a deafening and sickeningly loud crack.

Orphalon, victorious, threw the now limp and lifeless lioness to the side. Ignoring the blood on his body, he looked towards Instructor Kyros calmly, as if the furious and ferocious giant on the battlefield wasn't him just moments ago.

"Instructor, I have finished the assessment."

Instructor Kyros frowned slightly.

"You don't want to attempt the tenth level? If you need, you can be given time to recover your stamina and divinity reserves. The benefits of passing the tenth level can't be understated. Early-stage advantages can have a great effect on your path to true godhood."

Orphalon smiled and shook his head.

"I've already calculated my chances of winning, and even if I sustain a life-threatening injury, my chances are still not up to standard. Fighting is only a means to an end, a method of self-preservation, but not the end goal. If there isn't an optimal chance, then there's no point in fighting. Harming yourself without any benefit is simply operating at a loss."

The instructor looked at Orphalon, slightly stunned. It wasn't that he disagreed with Orphalon's words or that he hadn't heard a student say something similar before, but he had never heard it from a cyclops.

He had taught a few cyclopes in his time as an instructor, and to put it simply, they were all rather simple.

Brutal and fierce battles were their preferred activity; such sophisticated words were completely beyond their capabilities.

Such words were often said by educated children from divine families. Hearing them from a cyclops made him take a second glance at Orphalon.

From the looks of things, this cyclops wasn't a simple character.

And it wasn't just the instructor, many trainees couldn't help but look at this massive being once again.

...

After many trainees took their turns to test their skills, none were as astounding as Orphalon. The person who came closest to his record was, surprisingly, Oliver, who reached level 8. What surprised Aiden the most wasn't Oliver's archery technique—he was already familiar with Oliver's excellent archery/

No, what truly reorganized Aiden's view was Oliver's close combat technique.

When the lionesses broke through the barrage of arrows, Oliver actually dropped his bow and used his fists to blow the heads off two lionesses.

It once again made Aiden realize that, although his initial combat style had some advantages, there were still some flaws that needed to be addressed.

For example,one obvious flaw was that he lacked a truly powerful close combat technique.

Aiden knew about these things but he didn't regret it.

He was confident in his decision. All he had to do was remain calm and prove that his choice was the right one.

Fortunately, Aiden didn't have to wait too long because after a few more students, he heard what he had been excitedly waiting for.

"Trainee Aiden Evans, please head to the arena."

Hearing his name called, Aiden calmly stood up, feeling Oliver pat him on the shoulder.

"Good luck out there."

"Thanks," said Aiden with a smile.

But before he stepped out, Oliver paused and then asked curiously,

"What level are you going for?"

Aiden didn't answer straightforwardly and instead asked with a mysterious grin,

"What level do you think I'm going for?"

Oliver paused for a few seconds, then thought back to the crazy deeds his friend had accomplished these past few days and looked back at Aiden with the utmost certainty.

"Level 10. Only level 10 makes sense for someone as ridiculous as you."

"Hehehe…"

Aiden didn't respond, only chuckled.

Seeing Aiden act like this, Oliver just shook his head, thinking, 'This monster's about to do something crazy again.'

Unaware of Oliver's thoughts, Aiden stepped forward and deftly landed on the arena floor.

Instructor Kyros looked at Aiden and asked,

"What level would you like the trial to be on?"

Aiden felt the arrows in the quiver on his back and looked back with a confident smile.

"Level 10."

Instructor Kyros heard this, and his face bloomed into a wide smile. Eventually, he couldn't contain his excitement and burst out into a loud chuckle.

"Good! Good! The young should be bold and dare to take risks! Since you dare to be bold, don't hold back in the slightest. Show everyone that you are ready to walk the path of the gods!"

Instructor Kyros looked at Aiden with excitement. He was one of the three trainees who had shown a special phenomenon during his awakening ceremony.

But unlike the others who came from a background and experience, he was the only one who was truly a mortal and had no connection to the gods before this.