coobybook Chapter 212 Opinions of the Public
Chapter 212 Opinions of the Public
Chapter 212 Public Opinion
"Ha ha……"
Morse stood in the center of the training field, panting heavily, while Karl stood in front of him. The sparring continued without reservation, and as their competitive spirit was gradually ignited, they threw themselves into the battle, unleashing attacks without holding back, giving it their all.
“You did a good job,” Carl praised.
As Morse panted heavily, sweat rolling down his forehead, he couldn't help but be amazed by Karl's stamina. The intense battle had left Morse almost exhausted, but the man standing before him only had some minor injuries and showed no signs of fatigue.
'What a monster.' Morse silently acknowledged the huge gap in physical ability between them.
When he noticed the few bruises on Karl's body, he realized that this sparring match was not only a contest of skills, but also a test of endurance and recovery. He now clearly understood that the students in the academy were all different, and this was the first time he had encountered such a formidable opponent.
Karl was like an unshakeable mountain; the more Morse attacked, the more he felt his own insignificance in front of him.
The thought of an enemy like him standing in front of me sent a chill down my spine.
This sparring session perfectly demonstrated the difference in attributes. Judging from Karl's fighting style, he did not focus on training in hammer techniques or magic; he relied on pure, overwhelming power.
Morse relies on agility and high damage output or exploiting enemy weaknesses to create advantageous situations, while Karl is different.
He has almost no physical weaknesses. His only slight disadvantage might be his "low" speed. His lack of skill training might be a disadvantage when facing awakened individuals of the same level, but among his peers, someone like him is extremely rare.
“Thank you.” Morse nodded in response. Although Karl always seemed serious, his praise was genuine.
Carl nodded, and the atmosphere fell silent, but he glanced at Morse every now and then, as if hesitating whether to say something.
Morse was curious; this awkward silence foreshadowed an impending conversation.
"If you have something to say, just say it." She finally decided to take the initiative, since he didn't seem to intend to speak first.
Karl turned to Morse, his expression still serious. He hesitated for a moment before asking, "Where did you learn this fighting style?"
This question was somewhat unexpected. Morse looked at Karl, realized he had discovered something, and paused for a moment before answering.
"I've been through some things, so I guess you could say I'm learning as I go."
"..." But he seemed unconvinced and continued to stare. "You're different..." he muttered to himself.
"What do you mean?"
“You’re different from ordinary students,” Karl said calmly, his voice steady. “The way you wield the dagger, the way you move, doesn’t resemble someone who ‘learns on the go,’ but rather a warrior who has experienced life-or-death struggles.”
His observation was quite keen, Morse did not deny it, but looked him straight in the eye: "You are very perceptive."
Karl nodded, his expression still serious: "I come from a military family and was trained from a young age. I can tell what kind of person is a true soldier."
Some people say that the best way to understand someone is to play against them, and Morse now deeply understands this.
Karl was a man born for the battlefield, and his experience made him appear more mature. Morse also felt this power when he fought against him.
“My gut feeling tells me you’ve experienced more than most of the students here,” Carl said, his eyes narrowing slightly.
“You shouldn’t believe in those unrealistic things,” Morse said in a low voice, watching the others approach. Their sparring session had ended.
"..." Carl looked at him for a moment, then straightened his back, like a towering mountain. "My father always said..."
“On the battlefield, a soldier’s only guarantee of safety is his intuition. He once told me that only when your intuition is sharp enough can you go home alive. My father’s intuition never disappointed him, and I have always kept it in mind.”
"Is that so?" He was confident in Morse's intuition, but didn't say anything more. Based on his understanding of Morse, he wouldn't take the initiative to say anything more.
"...I look forward to playing against you again next time."
"Then I won't let you down."
"That's the best."
Carl remained serious as he left, heading towards the main characters. Morse watched him go.
'Well, at least it was a decent test.'
With his current strength, Morse thought he could at least compete with some high-ranking students, but he should also be prepared for a strong opponent like Carl.
The reason we were able to end those battles so quickly in the past was because we prepared in advance, but it's not always that easy.
"Let's continue training."
With this thought in mind, Morse slowly left the place.
......
After Carl left Morse, he joined his friends, Ethan, Julia, Alice, and Lucas, who sat together chatting.
“Oh, Carl’s here. Is it over?” Julia asked.
“It’s over.” As Carl sat down, the conversation turned to him.
Julia turned to Carl: "Carl, what's wrong with your usual partner Chris? I haven't seen him lately."
Chris is Carl's partner and one of the top students in the academy. He comes from the upper class and is a bit lazy and has some quirks, but Carl doesn't mind as long as he fulfills his student duties.
But now, he was gone, and Carl's expression turned slightly gloomy: "Chris took leave, saying he had personal matters to attend to."
"Then what about this practical lesson?"
“I was paired with another student.”
"Huh? Who is it?"
"Morse Scott".
Irina trembled slightly when Morse was mentioned, while Ethan couldn't help but smile. Morse was known for his cold, rude, yet amusing personality, leaving a deep impression on everyone he met.
"Humph."
Of course, Alice, who had been neglected by him, did not like him and has not forgotten that experience to this day.
"Are you still holding a grudge about that?" Julia asked, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes.
“Of course,” Alice replied, “I can’t stand rude people like him.”
Ethan recalled that he had also been one of Morse's main targets of neglect, and he had experienced it firsthand.
“You should try to understand how everyone behaves.” Ethan liked Morse’s straightforwardness and frankness.
Alice raised an eyebrow. "His manners? He's more like he lacks basic manners, don't you think, Irina? You don't like him either, do you?"
Alice knew Irina's opinion, so she naturally assumed that Irina would side with her.
Irina stammered, caught off guard by the sudden gaze. She hesitated for a moment, unsure how to respond.
'He is a bit annoying...but...'
There was a "but" in her mind; she did feel uncomfortable with Morse, but for some reason, expressing that discomfort seemed a little difficult.
"Irina?"
With everyone staring at her, she had no choice but to speak.
"Hmm... he was indeed very rude."
“Hmm…maybe.” Julia nodded, turning to Carl. “So, what do you think?” she asked. “Is he really as Ethan says?”
Carl nodded and gave his opinion of Morse: "He's not as weak as Ethan says."
Ethan had praised Morse, but he always mentioned that Morse was physically weak, which Carl believed was not the case.
"He gives people a different feeling, which is hard to describe, but he is not someone who can be easily underestimated. His fighting style is unusual, and you need to think twice before fighting him."
Ethan smiled, pleased that someone recognized Morse's abilities: "I told you, he's not as bad as he looks. He has his own unique way of handling things, which makes a big difference in a fight."
He was gratified by this, as Carl's approval made him more confident.
"Ok?"
These words piqued Alice's interest; few people could gain Karl's approval.
She made a mental note, intending to observe Morse in the future.