Online Game: I Started with Max Charisma and Caught the Goddess's Eye

"Call the academy's medical team; we're heading to the arena," Luca said to Melissa before turning and leading the way out of the classroom.

"Is this for himself?" Many people couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He actually called for the medical team! Did this guy really think he could win?

Thirty-six against one, and with each one of them using their skills, he would surely end up severely injured; they couldn't even fathom the possibility of him winning!

Melissa and the others followed closely behind, their faces filled with worry, as they had the same thoughts.

Fred sighed, "You're being too impulsive. With your strength, just a casual display would be enough to put them in their place. Now that you've gotten yourself into this situation, if you… sigh…"

Though he didn't finish his sentence, everyone understood what Fred meant.

If Luca were to get injured during the practical training at the hands of these students, there was no way he could continue at Red Maple Academy.

Thinking about this, even Fratis showed concern on her face.

This was something she absolutely did not want to see, especially since Luca was her only friend at Red Maple Academy.

She said, "What if I go talk to Principal Orf and plead for you…"

Luca could naturally see their worries and smiled to reassure them, "You don't need to worry. If I dared to say that, then I must be confident in dealing with them."

In the past, while training the "Heavenly Guard," the soldiers had been far more troublesome than these boys and girls.

He had often used such tactics back then and was quite adept at it.

Once these guys realized the gap in their abilities, they would fall in line, saving a lot of trouble and time.

Melissa and the others exchanged glances, ultimately letting out a sigh.

They just hoped that Luca truly had a hidden card up his sleeve.

After that, Luca led the thirty-six students from Class One to the arena.

The venue was spacious and reinforced with arrays, making it suitable for practical training since it wouldn't be easily damaged by anything short of high-level magic.

The commotion quickly attracted the attention of many instructors and students, who turned to watch.

Everyone was stunned when they learned that Luca was actually going to take on all thirty-six students by himself.

"Is this for real? One against thirty-six? And he's not using skills or weapons!" An instructor swallowed hard, unsure whether to admire Luca's boldness or deem him insane.

Even high-level practitioners couldn't manage something like this!

The news spread rapidly, and it wasn't long before the stands were filled with spectators eager to watch the spectacle.

At that moment, Melissa had also managed to gather the academy's medical team, who were standing by nearby to prevent any accidents.

Luca stood straight at the center of the arena, looking at the group of eager young men and women before him.

He calmly said, "A friendly reminder: you'd better give it your all from the start, or don't blame me for not giving you a chance."

Hearing Luca's words, Rogge, with his bow and arrow in hand, scoffed, "You don't need to worry about us; just take care of yourself!

"After all, if we end up beating you to a pulp, you'll become the laughingstock!"

The other students laughed in agreement.

No matter what, they were determined to snag those easy credits!

Luca's expression remained unchanged; he merely nodded slightly and said, "If that's the case, then let's begin."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling array of colorful lights erupted from the students.

The weakest among them were at the Bronze Grade, with a few even reaching Silver Grade.

Though they were dissatisfied with Luca's arrogance, they didn't underestimate his strength.

After all, someone who had cleared the 20th level of the trials was not to be taken lightly, no matter how bad he might seem.

In the next moment, a storm of ice arrows, fire serpents, vines, and toxic mist surged toward Luca.

The fierce wind blew across the grass, creating ripples like waves, and the runes on the ground began to glow as defensive arrays activated.

Luca's clothes fluttered in the breeze, yet his expression didn't change in the slightest. He chuckled softly and said, "Today, the first lesson I'll teach you is…"

At the instant his voice fell, Luca pushed off the ground, and his figure vanished like a shadow.

"Such speed!" Everyone present widened their eyes in disbelief. It was hard to imagine that a mid-tier Demonic Rune Mage could be this fast without using skills or magic runes!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!"

All the attacks missed their target, crashing into the empty space of the arena and creating powerful shockwaves!

The students cheered, thinking they had dealt with Luca.

But the instructors watching from the stands knew that these youngsters were celebrating too soon.

Rogge scanned the surroundings warily.

He realized that while Luca had dodged the attacks, the chaos had obscured his vision, and he couldn't see where Luca had gone.

At that moment, a clear voice rang out behind him, causing Rogge's eyes to widen in shock.

Luca stood behind Rogge, his long hand gripping Rogge's neck, slowly whispering the words that followed.

He said calmly, "Never underestimate your opponent, because in battle, you don't get a chance to make mistakes!"

In that instant, Rogge felt his breath catch, and cold sweat began to pour down his forehead!

A sense of impending doom enveloped Rogge's heart.

It was too fast—so fast that he didn't even realize when Luca had appeared beside him.

Rogge gritted his teeth and snapped back to reality, swinging his longbow in an attempt to counterattack.

However, at that moment, Luca's palm struck the back of his neck.

Rogge felt darkness descend before his eyes; he didn't even have time to fight back before losing the ability to resist.

As he fainted, his last thought wasn't one of anger.

Instead, it was a recollection of Luca's earlier words:

"In battle, you don't get a chance to make mistakes!"

The next moment, the strongest of the new students, Rogge, collapsed unconscious.

By the time the others reacted, Luca had already vanished from sight.

His figure began to dart swiftly among the thirty-six students like a phantom.

With each strike of his palm, another student fell limp to the ground.

The others tried to counterattack, but they couldn't even locate Luca's shadow, and a few of them accidentally injured their classmates.

In just a few minutes, six or seven students were already down.

At this moment, the audience in the stands was left in shock, mouths agape.

No one expected that amidst so many attacks, Luca not only remained unharmed but was able to take down the students one by one.

"This guy's strength is terrifying!" one instructor swallowed hard.

He even felt that if he were out there, his situation wouldn't be much better than that of these students.

Fred suddenly sighed beside him, saying, "No wonder I felt back in Southwind City that this kid's combat skills were ruthless and didn't seem like something taught in the academy. Now it's clear; this is pure killing technique!"

Killing technique?!

At this remark, all the instructors, including Melissa, changed their expressions.

"How could he have such combat skills?" Melissa's eyes showed shock.

Such combat techniques were typically mastered only by veterans who had fought fiercely on the battlefield for decades.

How could someone as young as Luca possess such skills?

Fred shook his head. "I'm not sure, but there's no mistaking it; this kid is practically radiating killing intent.

"It's not that he has a desire to kill, but rather that he instinctively aims to take lives.

"Look closely at where he targets."

Thanks to Fred's reminder, the others finally noticed that when Luca's hand struck the students' necks, his speed would suddenly decrease significantly.

Realizing this, the experienced instructors understood immediately—he was holding back!

If he didn't hold back, even a palm strike could easily take these students' lives!

Thinking about this sent chills down their spines.

In other words, this young man instinctively wanted to kill—it had nearly become second nature!

"Are we going to end this early?" Melissa said, her face filled with concern. She was worried not about Luca getting hurt, but about the chaos he might cause.

"Don't worry; if he can hold back, it means he knows how to control himself. There's nothing to be concerned about," reassured an elderly man with glasses, the vice-principal, Kruse, who hadn't been seen for several days.

Watching Luca swiftly maneuver through the students, he remarked, "With his combat experience, calling him a killing machine wouldn't be an exaggeration. If thrown onto a battlefield, he'd probably make a name for himself in less than two years. Our academy has truly struck gold this time!"

This young man was not only exceptionally talented but also frighteningly experienced in real combat—he was practically a monster with no weaknesses!

Listening to their discussions, Fratis looked at the figure on the field, her beautiful eyes revealing a hint of admiration.

Although she couldn't understand what they were saying, she felt that Luca was amazing—so many people couldn't even touch him!

Meanwhile, on the field, Luca moved like a ghost.

At times he was as quick as lightning, and at others, as light as a feather.

Those skills that seemed certain to hit him always fell just short, missing him by a hair's breadth.

He didn't waste any extra movements; he merely sidestepped, closed the distance, and with a swift chop of his hand, another student was knocked unconscious.

In just a matter of minutes, the students on the field had become disorganized and chaotic.

Out of the original thirty-plus students, only a handful remained standing, and most of them were girls.

Those left were mostly Kassna and a few supporters of Luca.

"Luca is just too cool!" Kassna's eyes sparkled with admiration, nearly swooning on the spot.

As expected, the man she had her eye on was exceptional!

Luca's mouth twitched slightly as he swiftly knocked out the few starry-eyed admirers.

Then he turned his attention to the last remaining student, Rainer Howard.

Feeling that piercing gaze, Rainer instinctively swallowed hard, quickly throwing down his sword and raising his hands in surrender. "I give up! I give up!"

Although he knew Luca was strong, Rainer never expected him to be this powerful!

Thirty-something low-tier and mid-tier practitioners had all been taken down in just ten minutes!

What was even more terrifying was that he hadn't even used any magic runes! What's the point of fighting?

"In battle, you don't get a chance to surrender; monsters won't spare you just because you give up," Luca said as he walked over to Rainer, delivering a swift chop to the side of his neck.

Rainer's vision went dark as he promptly lost consciousness.

At this point, the entire arena was left with only Luca standing.

1 VS 36!

Luca emerged victorious!