The class burst into laughter—mocking both John and Vorten for their low scores.
"SHUT UP!" John snapped.
Vorten responded instantly, increasing gravity-like pressure, as if ten boulders pressed down on the laughing students.
"Enough," Mr. Lewis said calmly. "Proceed to the training room and choose sparring partners."
Lestern chose his sister.
Vorten chose John.
"Three… two… one… GO!"
John teleported behind Vorten instantly.
"Wind Scythe!"
A massive blade of compressed wind shot forward. With a single glance, Vorten redirected it into the ground.
"He changed its direction?" John muttered.
"Then take this—Rotating Sphere!"
A swirling mass of energy formed in John's palm as he rushed forward.
"It's useless," Vorten scoffed.
John leapt into the air, but the sphere vanished before impact, slamming him into the ground.
"Pathetic," Vorten said.