Fermi held out his index and middle fingers and pointed at the impact-measuring device.

The air was compressed at the fingertips, and the air gun fired with a bang.

The eyes of the students turned to the billboard beyond the glass marbles.

1,123 press.

It was a figure that easily passed the master difficulty of 1,000 presses.

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�Isn�t that great, Fermi?�How much air did you compress for 1,000 presses?�

�I know.�Even if it hits the armor, the impact will be considerable.�

Sirone was not impressed.�In the old days, he would have at least clapped, but it didn�t compare to Gaold�s air gun.

Fermi conquered the master difficulty step by step.�Finally, applause erupted when the 10th stage of the fly aerobatics, a movement item, was completed.

It was an acrobatics that was impossible without mastering the basics of the two types of press and blow.

�Fermi, you are the all master.�That�s 100 points.�

It was the moment Fermi regained the top spot in the senior class again.

�Surely great.�

It was rare for Iruki to acknowledge someone.

This time, even Sirone had no excuse to refute.�It was none other than the All Master.

�I know.�I think the fundamentals are very solid.�

�No, that�s not what I mean.�Even last year, Fermi was an all-master.�It�s just that the majors are different.�

Sirone�s head turned quickly.

�You said your major was different?�

�okay.�Registered Earth Magic.�The year before last, I mastered all with fire magic.�

Is it really possible?�It�s not enough to change your major every year, so it�s not enough to do all masters.

A high-ranking wizard would be able to use a student-level difficulty, but it was a nonsensical comparison.�Fermi was a student.

Sirone stared blankly at Fermi.�As he pretended to slit his throat with his thumb, his emotions from his survival assessment came back up.

Fermi made the all-master and became the undisputed number one.

It was such an event that even the students who had weighed Sirone and Fermi had to tip their weights.

�Even if you regret it, it�s too late, kid.�I won�t let you graduate until you lick my shoes.�

Seeing the anger in Fermi�s eyes, Sirone stood up.�Then he told his friends and headed to the training ground.

�Iruki, Nade.�I will go up first.�

Nade and Iruki looked back at each other.�As they train together every day, they know that Sirone is not yet ready to challenge for All Masters. JrNovels.com