Chapter 35: Taking the Stage Again, Making the First Move-Mass Job Change: My Skills Are All Forbidden Spells with a Ten Thousand Times Boost(By the banks of the Ruoshui River, the wine cups drift along the gentle current.)

Wang Qiang was still looking bewildered, not understanding what Liu Yunyun was talking about, when all of a sudden, a wave of searing pain swept through his entire body once more.

"Damn it!" he cried out in agony, his scream echoing throughout the trial grounds.

Many competitors stopped their matches, turning toward the commotion.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Wang Qiang made his way back to the spectator stand.

"You lucky dog, you actually managed to win the beauty's favor," Lin Han teased from the side.

With a scowl, Wang Qiang retorted, "Don't talk nonsense. It was just a fleeting encounter, nothing as complicated as you think. But my arm—I'm afraid the next match will be tough to handle."

Lin Han could only sigh at this guy. That young lady endured pain for your sake; she must have some feelings for you. Yet you didn't even ask for her contact. How could such a blockhead be liked by a girl?

The next moment, Lin Han placed his hand on Wang Qiang's arm. A faint glow flickered in his eyes, and a surge of energy flowed into Wang Qiang's body.

The wound left by the Iron Claw began to heal visibly, closing up at a remarkable speed.

Wang Qiang swung his arm, feeling no pain whatsoever. He looked at Lin Han in astonishment. "I didn't expect you to know this kind of spell."

Lin Han shook his head in exasperation and chided with a laugh, "Have you forgotten my profession? I'm a priest—using healing spells is the most natural thing in the world for me."

"Oh, right!" Wang Qiang suddenly realized, and apologized sheepishly, "Sorry, it's just your fighting style is so violent that I totally forgot you're a priest."

"That's hardly my fault," Lin Han replied, not really blaming him. "So, how is it—does it still hurt?"

"Not only does it not hurt, I actually feel better than I did before," Wang Qiang replied, then added, "I never thought you'd not only be a powerhouse in battle, but also so skilled in your profession."

Lin Han said nothing more. After all, he'd just used a forbidden healing spell.

With that kind of effect, how could it not be impressive?

If Wang Qiang knew it was a forbidden-level healing spell, he'd probably want to preserve that arm as a treasure.

By this time, the afternoon had arrived, and almost half the participants had already left the admissions examination.

Most were those who had been eliminated, while some, after witnessing the overwhelming talent of the earlier competitors, chose to give up and apply to lesser academies instead.

These were mostly professionals who had yet to reach the third rank.

"Competition Area C, next round—get ready," came the announcement.

"Lin Han, Zhong Sanqian, Du Li, Hu Sheng."

Hearing Lin Han's name, Wang Qiang couldn't help but get excited. "Lin Han, it's your turn! Hurry up, let me see this 'Berserker Priest' crushing the opposition."

"I'm a Scepter Priest, not a Berserker Priest," Lin Han replied helplessly as he stood and walked toward the arena.

Behind him, Wang Qiang muttered, "With such a violent fighting style, how could you not be called a Berserker Priest?"

Lin Han could hear these words, but he didn't mind.

The referee for this match tensed up when he saw Lin Han step onto the field—it was the same referee who'd overseen Lin Han's previous bout. Glancing at the list in his hand, he couldn't help but worry for Lin Han's opponents.

Even now, he could recall the force behind that punch.

The referee was even tempted to warn the other three to be careful.

Lin Han recognized the referee and greeted him with a smile. "We meet again."

Faced with Lin Han's enthusiastic greeting, the referee could only respond awkwardly. He genuinely wished Lin Han would stay as far away from him as possible. This guy was far too dangerous—anyone who went up against him needed to be extremely cautious. If something happened, the responsibility would fall on him, at least indirectly.

So, he hoped Lin Han would keep his distance.

The other three contestants, seeing this interaction, began to suspect some connection between Lin Han and the referee. After all, who would greet the referee so casually if they weren’t acquainted?

Noticing their wary expressions, the referee quickly explained, "Don't misunderstand—we don't know each other. It's just that I happened to referee his previous match as well."

"We didn't say anything," Zhong Sanqian replied with a smile. "Since we're all here, let's get ready and not waste each other's time."

Hearing this, the referee realized something was off.

"Who's the referee here—you or me? If you keep stealing my lines, I'll penalize you on the spot."

Zhong Sanqian gave an awkward laugh. "Maybe we should introduce ourselves so we all know what we're up against."

The four eyed each other warily—except for Lin Han. These were all victors from the first round, and by now, everyone knew the tricks. If they revealed their strengths, the strongest would immediately become the public enemy and be the first to be eliminated.

So the situation reached a deadlock.

Then Hu Sheng pointed at Lin Han. "I remember him—he was the first to compete. A support class, yet he beat a second-tier rogue to a pulp."

"This guy is clearly the strongest among us. Since none of us have a target, why not team up and take out this 'Berserker Priest' first?"

"Once he's eliminated, we'll all know each other's strength."

At this, the others turned their gaze to Lin Han. Though his face wasn't especially memorable, everyone remembered the first contestant—a monster, really. Those punches had left a deep impression.

With all eyes on him, Lin Han said calmly, "Since you've all made up your minds, come at me together. It'll save me some time."

"Lin Han, you may be strong, but such arrogance—you're not taking us seriously," Hu Sheng sneered. "You're just one man, while we are three. Do you really think you have a big chance of winning?"

"I never said my chances were great," Lin Han replied, exasperated. "I just think your chances are very small."

Even though Lin Han was provoking them relentlessly, none of the three were willing to make the first move.

As the saying goes, the bird that sticks its head out gets shot first.

Whoever went first was bound to suffer.

"Since none of you wants to move, I’ll go first!" Lin Han declared.

As soon as the words left his mouth, he shot forward like a bullet—his target, naturally, was Hu Sheng, the one who’d spoken up.

If he had to pick someone, it might as well be the loudest one.