To everyone's shock, Evan decided to cut off his own leg. It was really crazy, but it was the way to win. Even the perpetually calm Draven was shocked for a split second; no student had ever done anything like this before.

Whoosh.

Draven did not hesitate long, he quickly struck the next blow, but Evan was ready for it. Suddenly, an ivy vine coiled around Evan's body and tossed him aside. Draven's fist passed above Evan's face. At the last moment, Evan threw his scythe toward Draven. The examiner ducked slightly and dodged the flying weapon.

<Damn, that's too bad, with wounds like that there's nothing I can do anymore.> Evan thought to himself watching Draven.

Whoosh.

The next moment Draven disappeared from his sight, but Evan suddenly felt a severe pain in his back.

Bam.

Evan's body flew into the ground like a bullet and sank deep into it. That was the end of their fight. Evan's wounds were already bad without this blow, and now he was near death. People quickly rushed to his side and began treating his wounds.

Unlike in previous fights, now Draven was waiting for Evan to regain consciousness and stand on his feet.

After a couple of minutes, most of Evan's wounds were healed and the young man slowly stood up. He was still in pain, but he wasn't paying attention, he was interested in something else.

Evan looked at Draven and said: "How many?"

The examiner sighed and replied: "Thirteen seconds, just a nightmare."

Draven's words were like thunder from out of the blue. Thirteen seconds was a number no one could have imagined. After the success of Lars, many thought that there would be a man who could last twelve seconds, but thirteen seconds was out of the question.

It was the teachers who were the most surprised, because they knew something about this exam that the students hadn`t known yet.

This exam was very difficult, but still there was a certain number of students who`d lasted exactly ten seconds and became the "Inner students". But, those whose time was more than ten seconds, even by half a second, were very few.

Draven restrained himself, otherwise he wouldn't knock out a student in one blow, he would just kill him. But if the apprentice lasted ten seconds, Draven became more focused and faster, and so with each passing second. Each second was a real challenge and a gap between the previous one.

Hearing Draven's words, Evan smiled, slowly walked over and picked up his weapon from the floor. At a leisurely pace, Evan headed out into the hallway, but before he left, he turned and pointed to the ground.

"This is my winnings in our bet."

Evan pointed to the snow-white strands of hair lying on the ruined ground. When Draven dodged the scythe flying toward him, he received no wounds, but the blade of the weapon cut off some of his hair.

Before the fight with Evan, Draven had long white hair, now it reached only to his neck. The young man left, and Draven didn't say anything. He smiled weakly and turned to the remaining students and said: "The next."

Evan's fight was incredible, but the exam was far from to be over. There were still dozens of students waiting for their turn. The arena was ruined, but one of the mages quickly summoned an Earth Golem who fixed everything.

...

Evan left the arena and was immediately sent to the infirmary. His condition was really terrible, so in order to make sure Evan was all right they decided to check him again.

At the infirmary Evan was alone, he was thoroughly examined and once again used a healing spell similar to the one Lars had used, only times stronger.

<This examiner is just some kind of nightmare in the flesh. If he had hit a little harder then, I would have been torn to pieces despite the fact that he hadn't used any spells yet. Anyway, I've achieved my goal. I'm an "Inner student" now, and I've managed to last quite a bit. Hell, I even cut off my own leg to have an extra second, crazy as hell.> historical

Ten minutes later Evan's wounds were completely healed, including his severed leg. Luckily, his limb had not been destroyed, but only cut off, otherwise powerful medicine would have been needed and he would have had to wait days for a full recovery.

"Where do I go next?" Asked Evan to the girl in the white mantle. She was in charge of the medical station for the duration of the exam, as well as assisting those who were badly hurt by Draven.

The girl looked at Evan and simply answered: "Go out into the corridor and they will take you to the hall. There you'll have to wait until the exam is over."

<Hmm, so I won't even get to watch the others fight, eh, looks like I'll be bored for the next few hours.>

Evan thought to himself and quietly walked out. Of course, he could have stayed in the infirmary longer, but there was nothing interesting there.

On the day of the exam, the infirmary was the emptiest place in the entire academy, because during the exam, other students were strictly forbidden to enter the arena. Except the day of admission, the arena was constantly busy with various students of "The Last Moon". The infirmary looked dull, but that's only because Evan hadn't been to the medicine depot.

Of course, most wounds could be healed with spells, but sometimes the treatment either took too long or required the help of a strong magician. In such cases, various pills, potions, and ointments were the best option, but they all cost "Moon Coins".

...

When Evan came out of the infirmary, a man in a white mantle took him into the hall, where there were all those who had already passed the exam.

Evan looked at the faces of the people in the hall and thought to himself: <Well, their emotions are understandable, I didn't expect the examiner to be such a monster>

Almost everyone who didn't become the "Inner student" was very upset. They had hoped that with effort, they would be able to pass the exam, but the reality was more cruel than they had thought.

Many disciples were also depressed because they couldn't even last five seconds. If a student could last more than half of the required time and show their skills in the arena, then many teachers might be interested in him. Otherwise, he had no chance to get to a teacher of high rank. Unfortunately, such students were in the majority.

Of all those present, Evan knew only three girls: Fien, Katlyn, and Enni. Of the three, only Enni was in high spirits. Fien and Katlyn were greatly disappointed in their fight. They were considered as geniuses in Mossy Vulture, but here they were no different.

After looking around the hall, Evan sat in a chair in the last row and just waited for the exam to be over.