I Can Only Cultivate In A Game-Chapter 59: Is He Really A Warrior?

Aria crossed her arms and frowned. "Tch. Showoff."

The final stretch was a tight corridor of swinging blades and retracting platforms. Most participants hesitated while trying to time their jumps.

Selene grinned, leapt forward, and phased through the last obstacles.

"She just—?! What kind of Assassin skill is that?!"

"Phantom Flicker... only level 15 - 20 Assassins can unlock that skill and not all of them successfully do so..."

"She can't be level 15, right? That would be impossible!"

The voices of disbelief in the background only grew louder especially for those who were still below level 5.

The scoreboard displayed the placings for this particular batch and Selene took first place.

[Selene Ark - First Place]

She jogged back toward them, licking her lollipop again like she hadn't just pulled off something insane.

She winked at Aria. "Looks can be deceiving."

Victor exhaled while shaking his head.

"Yeah… I think I like her."

Reed clapped his hands. "Same."

Aria gritted her teeth. "Ugh. She's so annoying."

Selene just laughed in response while turning toward Victor; "Missed me?"

Victor was speechless; 'Just who is this girl?'

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(( Twenty Minutes Later ))

Victor stepped forward after seeing his name appear on the holographic screen.

The competition had been fierce so far, with Assassins dominating most of the batches due to their superior movement techniques.

Kai, Aria, and Reed had all performed well, but none of them had managed to claim first place in their races.

Now, it was Victor's turn.

His batch consisted of:

Two Assassins – both confident, their bodies lean and built for agility.

Three Berserkers – tall figures with immense strength but moderate speed.

One Summoner – a calm-looking boy with a mysterious glow around his hands.

Two Mages – a boy and a girl, already murmuring to themselves, preparing their speed-boosting spells.

One Warrior – a tall, athletic-looking girl with short dark hair, holding her sword at her side.

And a Healer.

Normally, Healers were expected to place dead last. Their class wasn't built for speed or combat mobility. Instead, they specialized in restoration, buffs, and support. Every batch so far had seen the Healer coming in last place without fail.

But no one faulted them. Their scores weren't affected by this since the officials only made them participate to determine their physical state.

> "Racers, take your positions!"

The announcer's voice echoed through the course as the checkpoints loaded on the digital displays. The terrain had been transformed into a dense jungle, riddled with obstacles:

Traps that shot out projectiles

Rope bridges swinging over sharp spikes

Tight corridors forcing them to dodge at high speeds

Climbing sections requiring raw strength and agility

It wasn't just a sprint. It was survival.

> "On your mark… get set… GO!"

The moment the race began, the Assassins vanished from sight.

"Flicker Dash! Flicker Dash!"

They blinked ahead, dashing across vines, slipping through obstacles like liquid shadows. This speed technique couldn't be compared to the one Selene used but nonetheless, they were still pretty fast.

The Berserkers, on the other hand, barreled through everything, smashing through obstacles rather than avoiding them.

The Mages cast their spells.

"Wind Surge!"

"Accelerate!"

They propelled themselves forward, riding on bursts of magical wind.

The Summoner smirked and called forth his beast—a massive, glowing bull with streaks of lightning running through its legs.

"Velox, let's ride!"

He hopped on its back and immediately soared past most competitors.

Victor, who had activated Wind Dash, kept up with the pace, swiftly maneuvering past the early traps. His speed was insane for a Warrior, and it didn't go unnoticed.

"Holy crap, how is that Warrior moving like that?!"

"Is he really a Warrior?"

But the biggest surprise?

The Healer.

A lean, dark-skinned boy with short, buzzed hair and green eyes was keeping pace with everyone.

"Who the hell is that?!"

The crowd murmured as he dodged traps, leapt across platforms with ease, and his hand emitted a golden glow causing his speed to be undeterred.

Apparently he kept healing himself mid-run whenever his muscles started to tire.

"That's Rylan Crowe," one of the officials noted. "He was an athlete before Awakening… but damn, even for a Healer, this is insane!"

Rylan wasn't just running fast—he was calculating. Whenever he felt fatigue creeping in, a golden glow would radiate around his legs, healing muscle strain instantly.

Victor smirked as he ran beside him. "I thought Healers weren't supposed to be fast?"

A grin spread across Rylan's face as he glanced at him. "I thought Warriors weren't supposed to be fast?"

Victor chuckled. "Touche."

As they approached the midway checkpoint, the jungle terrain shifted into a series of swinging bridges and zip lines.

The Assassins took to the ropes with ease, flipping through the air as they jumped from one line to the other.

The Mages used magic to float across gaps.

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And as for the Berserkers? They just jumped.

Victor easily kept up as the wind danced around him while he soared across the rope bridges.

Then a scream suddenly rang out.

One of the Assassins had miscalculated a jump.

A hidden trap activated a spike wall, forcing him to jump and twist mid-air, but he missed his landing. He was falling straight into a bed of sharp spikes down below.

Victor didn't think.

He kicked off the bridge and twisted his body in mid-air before grabbing the Assassin's wrist.

"Hold on!"

With a burst of Wind, Victor flung the Assassin back onto the platform but his own figure was headed for a rock protruding from the ground.

Victor somersaulted in mid air and stamped his leg onto the rock before activating Wind Dash again.

A burst of wind gathered swept across the surroundings as he propelled himself upwards with force.

The upper section of the rock immediately crumbled as his figure ascended and landed back on the ropes high above.

The crowd gasped.

"Did he just—?"

"He saved his opponent mid-race?!"

The Assassin stared at Victor in shock. He hadn't expected anyone to risk their own position to help.

Victor just gave him a faint smile. "Try not to die, yeah?"

Then he kicked off the platform and kept running.

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