Chapter 225 Trash Will Always Be Trash



The silent young lady suddenly opened her mouth and spoke. Her voice incredibly soothing like the calming sea. 

"What exactly are you worried about?" The young lady's eyelids twitched and the pressure from the Leviathan statue levitated the heaps of her snow white gown. 

Obviously agitated, her friend expression revealed one of frustration. Even with all of her explanation, her friend was still not treating this matter seriously.

"You should know by now, no matter how talented you are, there are people with great luck that even with their ordinary aptitude, they could even compete evenly against top-tier geniuses!"

It was as though the pressure from the statue was nothing than a mere breeze to her, Persephone stood up from her cross-legged position. 

Her eyes lit up after noticing her friend was finally paying attention to her words.

The young lady's eyes opened revealing a cold ands indifferent emerald green. 

Her glassy-clear eyes glazed over as though she was recollecting an old memory. 

All of a sudden, an invincible chill abruptly the atmosphere sweeping an entire radius of a kilometer. 

The sudden chill was likes a violent maelstrom. The students who tempering their genes wth the pressure from the Levithian were stunned. 

Their gaze turned towards the two beautiful young ladies seated 500 meters away from the statue and they couldn't help but sigh in admiration. Of course they were staring at Lara and not Persephone. 

Although Persephone's talent a 5-star rapid growth Wood-Mutated nuclear pulse talent was astonishing as well as incredible, she absolutely paled in comparison to a rare Mutated 6-star Crystalline-Ice Mutated nuclear pulse. (AN: That was a mouthful lol.) 

Not only was the emerald-eyed lady a beautiful rare Mutated 6-star Crystalline-Ice Mutated nuclear pulse, she had an incredibly frightening comprehension, reaching the Ultima stage of High-grade techniques in just a month! 

Recently, the academy granted her access to a legendary technique, The Frost-menace technique! 

It is unknown how's far she had gotten during thee past week but wth her previous records, she had obviously broken through the first stage. Now one knows if she had broken through the second stage but amongst the academy's instructors, some argued she was already at thee third stage while some argued that it was impossible. 

After all, most people wouldn't advance a single stage even if they were lucky enough to chance upon a Legendary-grade technique. 

While it wasn't a Nuclear Tactic, it was impressive enough. 

Some of the students not able to handle the sudden increase in pressure had their bodies swept backwards as though they had been pulled by a rope. 

They couldn't handle the increase in pressure. 

The remaining students gritted their teeth and held on even more. If they could reach a few step further, their rewards soul increase by another fold. 

Staring at Persephone and Lara they muttered unevenly to themselves, their expression one of envy, admiration and hidden greed. If only they were as talented as her.

Not to mention her incredible comprehension, her combat ability and the Mutated nuclear pulse, having just her talent of 6-stars nuclear pulse alone was enough for most students to bee highly considered. I think you should take a look at

At this stage, could already affect could already reach 500 meters away and her slight change in emotion could already affect the Levithian god-statue in such a way which means she is already beginning to comprehend the technique hidden within the god-statue! 

This already how strong she already is.

Who wouldn't want to be her? Who wouldn't want to have her?

As though the pressure from the Levithian was nothing in her eyes and her perception didn't noticed the changes in her fellows students faces, Lara calmly spoke. "Just because the water had been filtered, doesn't mean it can be classified as pure water. Its true nature is only hidden beneath its clear surface. Trash will always be trash no matter how lucky he gets. He will soon be limited by his talent."

Her conviction echoed in the air, hanging like a proclamation of inevitable truths. 

The tension abated, and the tranquility of the surroundings returned as Lara's eye shut close. Persephone's eyes squinted and revealing a smirk that flickered on her lips like a dangerous spark before vanishing without a trace. 

Her countenance, one of innocence as she asked in a curious tone. "I never told you the gender of the person, how did you know it was a he?"

Suddenly letting out a light gasp. "Could it be-"

She didn't finish her sentence when the pressure within the mountain increased drastically. Persephone who was quite leisurely at 500 meters grunted as she felt her insides churn as though she had been hit by a running titan.

Before she could erupt with her full strength to stabilise her body, a formidable force sent Persephone hurtling backward, her grace momentarily shattered like glass.

Despite all of this, Persephone was a 5-star wood nuclear pulse talent, she wasn't an ordinary individual like the rest of the students.

He body had only moved a hundred meters when the ground erupted and a large vine the size of a fist crazily grew at an astonishing rate. 

Sweeping upwards, it wrapped around the floating Persephone's waist dropping her to ghee ground as she's stabilise herself.

Staring a hundred meters away from her was Lara's back. Persephone wasn't annoyed, rather, she chuckled, placing down a mat, she's sat comfortably in her new spot. 

If one looked deep into her eyes, there was a sense of satisfaction in them.

- - -

"Here."

A black object tore through the air at neck break speed and on instinct, Erian raised his hands and instinctively caught it between his fingers.

Looking curiously at the object in his hands, it was as hard as a metal but gave off a soft texture-like feeling to it. 

It seemed like a metal folded perfectly to form the shape of a large bean seed. Erian had absolutely no idea what it was.

Raising his head, he glanced at his master and asked quizzically. "This is?"