"Impressive," Reynold said, his smile widening. "Your control is precise, and your power is undeniable. But raw power isn't enough. Let's see how you fare under pressure."
With a snap of his fingers, Reynold summoned multiple training orbs that floated around the stage, their movements erratic and unpredictable.
"Your task is simple," Reynold continued. "Destroy all the orbs within thirty seconds. If you fail, you'll lose your rank as top student."
Asher raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "That's all?"
Reynold's expression hardened. "Begin."
The orbs shot toward Asher, moving at blinding speeds. The class watched, holding their breath as the stage became a blur of motion.
Asher moved like a shadow, his scythe a crimson streak as it cleaved through the air. Each swing was deliberate, calculated, and devastatingly effective. The orbs shattered one after another, unable to match his speed and precision.