As Mi-cha settled into her dorm room, she began her daily system quests, tailored specifically for girls. With a smooth motion, she launched into 100 kicks, her legs moving in a blur of motion. Next, she transitioned into 100 twists, her torso rotating with ease. Finally, she finished with 100 flosses, her hips swaying to an unheard rhythm.
As she completed her quests, Mi-cha's mind began to wander. She couldn't help but smile as she remembered the gentle caress she had given Muhan before parting ways. Her heart skipped a beat as she recalled the look in his eyes, the way his face had softened in response to her touch.
Mi-cha's cheeks flushed with a warm glow as she replayed the moment in her mind. She felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing that she had made Muhan feel special. With a happy sigh, she settled into bed, her thoughts drifting off to sleep with a soft smile on her face.
The next day, Muhan and his classmates gathered in the grand auditorium of Wysteria Academy, eager to hear Professor Lee's announcement.
"Students of Wysteria Academy," Professor Lee began, his voice echoing through the auditorium. "I am pleased to announce that the tournament will be held at the end of the month. This tournament will serve as a benchmark to evaluate your progress and determine your standing among your peers."
The students exchanged excited glances, and Muhan felt a surge of anticipation. He had been training hard, and he was eager to test his skills against his classmates.
Professor Lee continued, "Now, let us proceed with our daily schedule. Our first class is Aura Control, followed by Combat Class, Light Magic Class, and finally, Sparring Class."
The students nodded, and the classes began.
In the Aura Control class, Professor Kim encouraged Soo-ah to unlock her potential in aura control. Soo-ah focused intently, and a brilliant white aura burst forth from her body. Mi-cha, Muhan, and Ji-hoon watched with interest, taking mental notes on how to improve their own aura control.
Next was the Combat Class, where Mi-cha, level 95, was pitted against See-hoo, a weak boy in the class, level 70. The fight was one-sided, with Mi-cha punching See-hoo through galaxies with ease. Muhan winced in sympathy, impressed by Mi-cha's overwhelming strength.
The Light Magic Class was just as fascinating. Professor Lee taught the students how to use light magic to increase their speed, allowing them to move faster than the speed of light. Muhan listened intently, eager to master this technique.
Finally, the Sparring Class allowed the students to practice their combat skills against each other. Muhan paired up with Ji-hoon, and they engaged in a fierce but friendly battle.
As the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow over the Wysteria Academy grounds, Muhan walked alongside Mi-cha towards their dorms. They chatted casually about their day, discussing the highlights of their classes and sharing a few laughs.
As they approached the entrance to the dorms, Muhan turned to Mi-cha and smiled. "Goodnight, Mi-cha. See you tomorrow."
Mi-cha smiled back, her eyes sparkling with friendship. "Goodnight, Muhan. Don't stay up too late."
With that, Muhan bid Mi-cha farewell and turned to look for Ji-hoon. He spotted his friend walking towards the dorms, a look of tiredness etched on his face.
Muhan jogged over to Ji-hoon, a grin spreading across his face. "Hey, Ji-hoon! I was thinking, how about a personal spar? Just the two of us."
Ji-hoon's eyes lit up with interest, and he nodded enthusiastically. "Sounds like fun! But don't expect any mercy, Muhan. I'm going to take you down."
Muhan chuckled, feeling a thrill of excitement. "We'll see about that. Let's head to the training grounds. I'm ready to take you on."
Together, the two friends made their way to the training grounds, their footsteps echoing through the quiet evening air. The moon was rising high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the grounds as they prepared to face off against each other.
As they reached the training grounds, Muhan and Ji-hoon began to warm up, their movements fluid and synchronized. They jogged around the grounds, their footsteps light and effortless, before suddenly bursting into a sprint.
As they reached the peak of their warm-up, their bodies suddenly burst forth with aura. Ji-hoon's aura was a brilliant golden yellow, and his iris glowed with an intense golden light. Muhan's aura, on the other hand, was a deep navy silver blue, and his iris shone with a piercing light blue glow.
The air around them seemed to distort and ripple, as if reality itself was being warped by their sheer power. The ground beneath their feet began to tremble, and the skies above grew dark with foreboding.
Without hesitation, Muhan raised his hand, and a massive pocket dimension erupted into existence. The dimension was as large as a universe, with galaxies and stars twinkling like diamonds against the blackness of space.
Ji-hoon's eyes widened in awe as he gazed upon the vast expanse of the pocket dimension. "You've gotten stronger, Muhan," he said, his voice filled with admiration.
Muhan smiled, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Let's see how strong you are, Ji-hoon," he said, his voice dripping with challenge.
With a fierce cry, the two friends charged at each other, their movements faster than the speed of light. Their clash sent shockwaves rippling through the pocket dimension, destroying millions of galaxies with ease.
Ji-hoon kicked Muhan with incredible force, sending him flying through multiple galaxies like a human projectile. Muhan responded with a devastating punch, striking Ji-hoon with the force of a supernova.
Their battle raged on, with galaxies and stars being created and destroyed in the blink of an eye. The pocket dimension itself began to distort and writhe, as if it was being torn apart by the sheer power of their clash.
Despite the incredible destruction they were unleashing, Muhan and Ji-hoon were completely focused on their battle. They were testing each other's limits, pushing themselves to new heights of power and speed.
As the battle raged on, it became clear that this was no ordinary spar. This was a clash of titans, a battle that would determine the true strength of these two young warriors.