Chapter 1187 Honour In Death.
The magic teacher shook his head. He said hysterically, "I can't accept death yet. I am still young. You two are old so you can die. I still have a lot to live for."
The martial teacher scoffed. "It doesn't matter that we are old. You're going to die the same as us. There are no two ways about it. All he did was eat and eat. His chances of survival were already low at 1 in 256 but he reduced it further to 1 in 1,000. We are all doomed."
The history teacher nodded in agreement and said, "I think he knew that. That's why he didn't bother to train at all. He only had 3 months of preparation while some lucky ones had 11 months. What could he achieve in that time?"
"So he just decided to give up?" The magic teacher asked incredulously. "Our lives are on the line here."
The history teacher replied angrily, "Yes. He decided to give up and enjoy himself with the little time he had rather than suffer for nothing. I might have done the same thing."
As for the caretaker and the servant girl, they didn't join the conversation at all. They are not like the other 3 who can speak their minds about the young master in his absence. They are not free men. They were raised as livestock and trained as slaves so they know that their lives mean nothing. There is no use complaining about their impending death. They have seen it happen several times.
The martial teacher said, "At this point, I don't know if I want him to survive. He will just make us cook nonstop if he returns. Maybe the sweet release of death is not such a bad thing. My aged body can't take much of this. I was already prepared for death when I signed up for this but the nonstop hard labor has made me regret my choice to come here."
The history teacher rolled his eyes. "All you did was cook and you're complaining. What if he actually wanted to train and he had 10 months of time to do so?"
"It seems we are really going to die." The magic teacher wailed loudly. All the strength appeared to leave his body along with the last of his hope. He lamented, "He didn't choose any weapon to fight with."
They know they will die but their young master is dragging it out and making them miserable before their death. Their young master's fall affected even his opponent. The baul they shot toward him missed when he fell.
The large spherical projectile struck the barrier at the other end of the arena with a loud crashing sound. The onlookers winced at the sound. They can imagine just how bad things would have gotten had their young master not stumbled and fallen on his face in the middle of a fight.
The opponent began loading the bauling for another shot. He was cranking it so the gears moved the next baul into place and wound the springs. Meanwhile, their young master rolled on the ground and picked up a stone from the grassy ground.
The magic teacher slapped his head and groaned, "What is he going to do with a stone? Does he want to throw it? Isn't it a little too late to decide to use weapons now?"
The other teachers didn't say anything. They are resigned to their fate and things are moving in the direction they expect. A makeshift weapon like a stone can't compare to a baul. It wouldn't change the situation for the better.
But their young master didn't throw the brown stone as an improvised range attack. Instead, he clenched it hard in his hand. Then everyone's eyes popped open when a layer of hard earth grew from his clenched fist and began to cover his entire arm.
The martial teacher asked anxiously and slightly excited, "Is that a spell? Did you teach him a spell?"
The magic teacher answered with irritation, "What kind of foolish question is that? I didn't teach him anything. I was spending my time cooking with all of you. You were there too."
"So what is he doing?" He asked.
