URBAN VILLAIN SYSTEM

Black Fire Academy...

The first official class of the morning began.

The central teacher’s altar was occupied by a stern, white-haired Academy Elder dressed in flowing gold-and-black robes. His eyes carried a sharp, piercing intensity as he scanned the rows of hundreds of new outer disciples sitting on the curved stone benches.

Tony Clark sat casually near the middle row, his back leaning lazily against the cool stone wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Right beside him, the nice-looking painting lady, the disguised merchant heiress, kept her wooden sketchboard gently on her lap, her violet eyes focused entirely on the front.

"Silence, everyone," the Elder’s powerful voice boomed across the vast hall, instantly cutting through any remaining whispers.

"Today, your foundational journey inside the Black Fire Academy officially begins. Before you can even dream of selecting high-tier elements or destructive spells, you must learn how to properly nurture your spiritual sea. The academy requires every single outer disciple to master the fundamental Storm Breathing Technique within their first week."

The Elder stepped forward, his hands forming a series of slow, fluid movements in the air as he explained the core mechanics of the ancient manual.

"The Storm Breathing Technique is the absolute lifeline of our institution. It is a common but incredibly profound methodology that allows a cultivator to manually accelerate the movement of their internal energy pathways.

Once you master the specific breathing rhythm, your body will automatically begin to pull the surrounding primordial energy from the air at a rapid pace. Based on your absolute individual capability, this technique will improve your standard aura absorption by double or even triple your baseline speed. Watch my demonstration carefully!"

With a sudden, deep inhalation, the Elder expanded his chest, his internal energy pathways violently humming as a visible vortex of white spiritual wind began to swirl around his physical frame.

The ambient primordial energy in the lecture hall rushed into his open pores like a roaring river, demonstrating the absolute efficiency of the technique. He exhaled slowly, dispersing the wind, and looked back at the wide-eyed youngsters.

"Now, it is your turn to attempt the synchronization. Begin!"

The entire room instantly fell into a state of chaotic grunting and heavy breathing as hundreds of teenagers closed their eyes, frantically trying to mimic the complex breathing rhythm.

Many of the young nobles strained their lungs until their faces turned completely red, yet their internal energy remained completely sluggish and stubborn, failing to pull even a single fraction of aura from the air.

The complexity of balancing the mind and the physical breath was far too difficult for a beginner to handle on their first try.

Suddenly, a soft, crisp breeze rippled through the front row. A talented young lady from a prominent local clan successfully synchronized her breathing pattern on her very first attempt.

A visible, gentle swirl of blue spiritual aura manifested around her shoulders, greedily absorbing the surrounding energy at double the standard speed.

The white-haired Elder’s eyes instantly lit up with a look of profound amazement and deep pride. He stepped down from the altar and nodded his head approvingly toward her. "Magnificent! Truly magnificent!" the Elder praised her loudly, his voice echoing across the envious crowd.

"To successfully activate the Storm Breathing Technique after witnessing only a single demonstration shows an extraordinary, top-tier comprehension talent! Remember her face, youngsters, for she is a true future star of our outer campus!"

Hearing the massive praise, the young lady tilted her chin upward with an immense amount of pride, enjoying the jealous glares of her peers. Meanwhile, near the middle row, Tony Clark merely watched the small drama with his usual, unbothered nonchalance. He closed his physical eyes for a brief moment, his Truth Eye effortlessly analyzing the internal flow of the Elder’s previous demonstration.

To an experienced soul who had once mastered high-tier scriptures like the Heaven Devouring Origin Scripture, a basic common technique like the Storm Breathing Art was nothing more than child’s play.

Tony subtly shifted his breathing pattern, his lungs expanding in a perfectly quiet, rhythmic tempo that completely matched the hidden laws of the manual.

Within a fraction of a second, his internal 7th Class Disciple magus meridians hummed beautifully, and his aura absorption instantly accelerated to an absolute, staggering triple speed, greedily drawing the thick primordial energy of the room into his spiritual sea.

His hardened, waterfall-conditioned body swallowed the energy effortlessly without creating a single loud visual explosion or a noisy wind vortex. Tony did not show off his instant mastery to the crowd.

He kept entirely silent to himself, his expression remaining lazy and careless as he opened his eyes and leaned back, completely hiding his terrifying comprehension talent from the watching eyes of the preened Elder and the proud young nobles.

Later that afternoon, the morning lectures officially concluded, and a massive crowd of new outer disciples began walking in the exact same path toward the high western ridge of the campus. The atmosphere was filled with an intense, restless excitement as everyone was incredibly eager to get their hands on their very first official fighting techniques.

Tony strode along the cobblestone path with slow, deliberate steps, his dark hunting cloak snapping softly in the mountain wind as he blended into the crowd. Ryker Vance and his lackeys were walking a few yards ahead, still throwing occasional venomous glares toward him, but Tony continued to treat them as absolute ghosts.

As the path opened up, the colossal Grand Library Pagoda finally loomed before them. It was a terrifying, nine-story circular stone tower carved directly into the face of a massive cliffside, surrounded by ancient arrays that radiated a heavy, world-suppressing physical pressure. Sitting cross-legged on a simple woven mat right before the massive iron entrance gates was an incredibly old, blind-looking Library Elder, his long white beard trailing down to the stone floor.

"Listen to me very carefully, arrogant juniors," the old Library Elder spoke, his voice quiet but carrying a sharp, thunderous resonance that made everyone instantly halt their steps.

"The archives of this pagoda hold thousands of ancient manuals, but the academy does not allow greed. Get only what you can truly train, and do not foolishly take any random thing simply due to its high-sounding, majestic names! If your comprehension is garbage, a high-tier technique will do nothing but shatter your own meridians into absolute dust. Enter!"

The massive iron gates slowly creaked open, and the crowd of disciples frantically rushed inside the tower.

The interior of the Grand Library Pagoda was an absolute architectural marvel. It was designed as a hollow, circular tower with an immense, spiral stone staircase that was almost attached to the circular wall itself, winding upward into the dark upper floors.

Arranged in perfect, absolute order within thousands of stone sockets built directly into the circular walls were countless glowing scrolls and manual crystals, their spiritual reflections creating a beautiful, starry atmosphere inside the pagoda.

To claim a manual, a disciple had to manually climb the spiral staircase against the heavy, invisible gravity arrays built into the steps. The higher a person managed to climb through pure willpower and physical strength, the more powerful the technique socket they could reach.

Thousands of applicants immediately began climbing the first few stairs, their faces turning pale and their bodies trembling violently as the heavy mountain pressure began to trample over their physical frames by the time they reached the tenth step.

Tony didn’t rush onto the stairs like the other greedy youngsters. Instead, he walked over to the old Library Elder who had just stepped inside the main lobby, his posture lazy and his hands tucked into his cloak.

"Elder," Tony addressed him smoothly, his deep baritone voice completely calm. "Are there any specific manuals in this library related strictly to the path of the bow and arrows?"

The old man’s closed eyelids suddenly twitched, and he slowly raised his head, staring at Tony in deep surprise and absolute curiosity. In the Eternal Sun Realm, almost every single youngster dreamed of becoming a standard wizard or a heavy-armored warrior; the ancient path of archery had been completely neglected for centuries.

"A bow?" the old Library Elder muttered, a small, nostalgic smile appearing on his wrinkled face as he looked at the wooden hunting bow slung across Tony’s back.

"It is truly strange and incredibly rare to see young Arch Mages in our academy these days, junior. Most youngsters consider the bow to be a primitive weapon of the lower commoners. However, since you possess such unique taste, I will give you a specific pointer.

If your willpower and physical body are sturdier than they look, and you can really manage to climb all the way up to the 33rd stair of this spiral tower, there is a hidden socket containing the ’Phantom Arrow Technique’.

It is an absolute masterpiece left behind by a supreme elder of the previous era. But the pressure on that floor is enough to crush an ordinary disciple rank mages like you to bones into pieces. Let us see if you have the qualifications to touch it."

Tony let out a low, ruthlessly amused chuckle, his dark eyes gleaming with a sudden, predatory brilliance as he looked up at the high, shadow-filled 33rd step of the spiral staircase.

He had found his target, his 7th Class energy was perfectly stabilized, and he was completely ready to turn the old man’s surprise into absolute, historical reality.

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