None among the crowd of students even tried to help the burning figures of the screaming youths on the floor.

Apart from the fact that it was obvious who the cause of everything was, a first year Ravenstein who was able to easily defeat the geniuses of the third year.

No one was stupid enough to get on the bad side of that monster.

As soon as Atticus left the scene, many of the students started leaving the building silently, the hall becoming very scanty after a few seconds.

The crowd of students leaving the hall revealed the figure of two individuals who had been standing at the back lines of the crowd.

Both of these individuals had bright orange hair and were impeccably dressed, wearing attire that only tier one should be able to easily afford.

The youth on the left hand side, who stood at 6 feet tall, currently had an icy look on his face as he gazed at the figures of the burning youths rolling on the ground.

If any one of the students in the first year leadership class saw the icy look on this youth's face, they would all be shocked beyond words.

And their reactions would be completely understandable.

This was because the youth currently showing an icy expression was none other than Seraphin Stellaris.

But unlike his usual playful and bubbly self, Seraphin's current demeanor could only be described in one word: cold.

His current demeanor was such a stark contrast to his usual self that one wouldn't even know who the real Seraphin Stellaris was. Many would even think this current youth was his evil twin.

But each of them would be completely wrong. This was definitely Seraphin.

Seeing the cold look on his face, it was plenty obvious that he was angry at something.

"He's quite strong, little bro. Far too strong for him to be just an Advanced+ rank," the second orange youth standing next to him suddenly spoke up.

The youth stood at a height of 6'4 feet, and upon hearing him, many people knowledgeable about the Stellaris family gene would go through another shock.

The youth's voice sounded normal. His chin was already showing signs of orange strands of hair jutting out of it.

Given his features and the fact that he was a student in the academy, the youth couldn't be over 17 years of age.

And yet, the intensity of his voice had been low. Given his heritage and the blood currently running through his veins, it was baffling.

Only the true geniuses of the Stellaris family could achieve such control.

This youth was Gerald Stellaris, the elder brother of Seraphin and currently one of the geniuses of the third year.

Seraphin didn't utter any response. He just kept staring coldly at the youths screaming on the ground.

Gerald sighed deeply.

"What exactly did he even do to you for you to do all of this?" He turned towards Seraphin with a gaze filled with confusion.

This little brother of his had suddenly approached him and asked him for a favor.

He had no idea why he wanted to do it, but since he couldn't refuse his little brother, he had reluctantly complied.

After a few seconds, Seraphin suddenly turned his gaze away from the screaming youths and started walking outside the building, leaving his words sounding in his wake,

"Don't worry, big bro Gerald. I'll handle him," Seraphin, his voice sounding in a normal tone declared as he walked out of the building.

Gerald kept gazing at where Seraphin had just left, his thoughts racing as he pondered what he had just witnessed.

He had seen the fight between Atticus and Kael, and without a doubt, he also accepted that they were both monsters.

They were just in their first years and already had the battle strength of many of the third years.

But despite all this, the strength both of them had displayed had fallen short of the strength of the true geniuses of the third years.

What was even more baffling was that the strength Atticus had just used to easily defeat the assailants was even more than what he had displayed during the test.

"Aren't you poking something you can't chew, little bro?" Gerald thought.

He knew his brother well. Despite the boy's lively and bubbly personality, he knew this was all simply what he showed to the public.

He knew how crazy Seraphin could get, and he really couldn't help but wonder what Atticus had done to earn his ire.

Gerald shook his head slightly, completely ignoring the burning figure of the youth on the floor. He also started heading out of the building.

After Gerald left the building, after a few hellish seconds that felt like decades for the burning youths, a golden glow suddenly enveloped each one of them, and their forms abruptly disappeared from the scene.

Atticus got to the top floor of the building after a few seconds and started walking through the hall.

"Could it be him?" Atticus pondered. Atticus couldn't say he had earned the ire of any third year students.

There was only one person who came to his mind: Zezazeus Enigmalnk. He was the only third year Atticus had an altercation with.

"Is it really him?" Atticus had doubts.

The Enigmalnk family was supposed to be filled with intelligent individuals, and from what he had seen that day, Zezazeus had proven that to be true.

He really doubted that he would do something so stupid as sending a group of boys to beat him up.

Atticus decided to stop thinking about the matter for now. There wasn't really anything he could do except waiting for the fool to come out himself.

And when that happens, a cold aura seeped out of Atticus's form as he muttered under his breath, "I'll make them regret it."

Atticus finally got to the door of the teleportation room, and upon entering, he got teleported back to his division.