Tyrant Emperor

Before closing his eyes, Edwin could still see Leon's cold expression. As he fell unconscious, he muttered, "That motherfucker is a monster…"

Tina was also gradually worn out, her breath ragged, while Leon stood there, unaffected, not breaking a sweat.

In lap twenty, Tina collapsed to the ground, completely exhausted. Leon remained standing, quietly watching the scene unfold.

"You really completed the lap, huh." The instructor's voice broke the silence.

"Were we not supposed to complete it?" Leon asked calmly.

"What's your name, kid?"

"Leon Finn."

"So, you're from the Finn family, huh." The instructor nodded thoughtfully before casually stomping the ground again, drawing everyone's attention.

"Listen up, brats," the Instructor bellowed, his voice echoing through the space. "I'll only say this about Warriors, Sorcerers, and the mysterious Sages once. If you don't listen, this isn't even in the textbooks."

The children quickly gathered their breaths and hurriedly stood up, lining up in rows. Leon and Tina joined them at the front of the line, and no one dared to complain.

"Good, it looks like everyone is gathered."

"Umm, instructor, Edwin isn't here," Eric said hesitantly.

"Alright," the Instructor said dismissively, ignoring him and continuing, "So, I'll begin with the Warrior."

"First, we'll talk about the Warrior's heart."

"A warrior cultivates Natural Energy by forming a Warrior's heart through a special set of techniques. For many, creating a Warrior's heart is incredibly difficult and takes ten years to accomplish. Even the most talented individuals in the history of our kingdom managed to form it within a year, and he has already become a legend. But, no one knows his whereabouts."

He glanced at the exhausted children.

"The Academy will guide you in establishing the Warrior's heart. Remember, if you are found to have leaked this information, you will be executed on the spot—no exceptions, no matter who you are."

The children's faces lit up with excitement, their previously weary expressions giving way to relief. The reason they had come to this Academy was this very method—there was only one known way to establish the Warrior's heart within the entire kingdom, and it was confined to the walls of the academy.

Even Leon couldn't access this method without entering the academy which showed its immense value.

"I finally understand what Leon said to the teacher now," Tina muttered, her face illuminated with enlightenment.

Leon looked at her, speechless.

"Warriors are divided into four realms: Ten-strong, Hundred-strong, Thousand-strong, and Million-strong."

"I, for myself, am Ten-strong. That means I have the strength of ten people and can bend metal and cleave a fully-armored opponent, along with their horse, in half."

The Instructor's gaze shifted to the children, whose lips curled slightly as if mocking him, making his brows twitch with irritation.

"A warrior establishing the Warrior's heart doesn't mean they can instantly become Ten-strong. It's a long and arduous process. Even the King of our Kingdom is Thousand-strong."

"Isn't the King the mightiest person in our kingdom?"

"I heard once that he easily slaughtered an entire army consisting of thousands of soldiers."

The children immediately began murmuring, their eyes filled with reverence.

"Good," the Instructor continued. "Now we will discuss the Sorcerer—those cowardly bastards who form the sacred heart, gathering sacred Qi. There are also four realms of Sorcery: Apprentice, Adept, Master, and Grand Master."

"Remember, those cowardly bastards are disdainful and forbidden from entering the Karalux Kingdom—unworthy," the Instructor spoke sternly, his eyes shimmering with fleeting killing intent. It lasted for a blink of an eye, almost unnoticed—except by Leon, who was keenly observing.

"As for the Sages, they are the most mysterious and revered figures, though little is known about them. They stay apart from the world, completely hidden from mortal affairs."

The Instructor paused for a moment before continuing: "The only thing known is that they cultivate Chakra, a higher form of energy beyond both Natural Energy and Sacred Qi."

"Alright then."

With a loud clap, the Instructor's hands struck together, causing the ground to shake slightly. Moments later, servants quietly appeared, holding a simple book in their hands.

"You will each receive a book to establish your Warrior Heart, but only within the premises of the Academy," the Instructor said, his voice firm.

The servants moved swiftly, handing each child a book. The Instructor then walked away casually.

Leon examined the book with a squinted gaze. The cover was crafted from an unfamiliar animal leather.

Taking the book into his hands, he clashed his palms against the cover, muttering softly,

"Smooth." The surface felt incredibly smooth.

Opening the pages, a fresh scent of ink wafted into the air.

Leon's gaze shifted to the unknown writings. Quietly, he began to read. The text was slightly irregular, as if hastily written, but it was clear and concise.

There are three requirements for establishing the Warrior heart before one can even be considered: first, possessing enough physical fitness; second, having a strong mind; and third, having the experience of killing any being.

Once these prerequisites are met, establishing the Warrior heart becomes even more complex—like combining advanced mathematics and physics into one.

The sun began to rise slowly, and the sky dimmed as night gave way to day. Leon continued reading the book in silence.

"It's time for you to go, kids."

The Instructor suddenly appeared, holding a bag of fried chips in his hand, crunching them loudly. The mouthwatering sound drew the attention of the children.

"Oh, man, I didn't learn anything," Yoland scratched his head in frustration.

"Hey, Leon, did you learn anything?" Fatty whispered, tugging at the hem of Leon's clothes.

"When did you appear?" Leon glanced at him with raised brows.

"What do you mean, when did I appear? I've been right beside you for an hour," Fatty retorted, his expression extremely aggrieved.

"Yeah, I've read the entire book," Leon quietly whispered.

"You read the entire book and understood it all?" Fatty's eyes widened in shock, but he immediately scratched his head. "There's no way you could understand that so easily. I heard it takes us years to even finish a chapter."

"I really read it all," Leon said with a shake of his head. "It isn't that hard."