I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

Everyone's hearts leapt into their throats at that moment—a semigod-tier powerhouse!

Even they would not dare to confront such a force lightly.

Now that even the principal had been injured, who could possibly stand against this semigod-tier powerhouse?

Were their children not doomed?

All the parents' faces were ashen with terror.

They could hardly bear to think about what state their children would be in when facing a semigod-tier powerhouse.

"If only I had known, I would never have let them come to this assessment."

Someone in the crowd let out a sob, and at that moment, everyone's emotions peaked, and many couldn't help but cry.

Some managed to hold back their tears, but others watched the silver mirror with teary eyes.

These were their children, the future heirs to their families!

Should anything go wrong here, it could mean the end of their families.

The methods of the Dusk Sect were truly too sinister!

"Principal, what do we do? This is a semigod-tier powerhouse!" Geoffrey was frantic.

Although Alastair's native cultivation was only emerald-tier, with the augmentation of the rules, he had been forcibly elevated to semigod-tier!

He had become an unfathomable entity.

Even at emerald-tier, the children were struggling, let alone against a semigod-tier.

Principal Sophia, with blood still on her lips, steadied her breathing and looked at the split screen in the silver mirror, where both John and Alastair appeared.

"I believe in John..."

Even Percival, normally so composed, was anxious now.

"Principal, as much as you believe in that kid, we have to consider the situation at hand!"

"That kid is just gold-tier! Even with the monsters he's slain these past few days, he hasn't reached platinum-tier! And now he's up against a semigod-tier powerhouse!"

"Alastair could turn him to ash with just a flick of his finger!"

No matter how skilled John is, no matter how many unique ideas he has, what does it matter?

In the face of absolute power, all strategies crumble.

No matter how clever John is, he cannot withstand a casual strike from a semigod-tier powerhouse!

Alastair doesn't even need to use his full strength; just casting a common skill could spell disaster for John!

Geoffrey was also frantic, but it was Benedict, who had been silent up to this point, who spoke up.

"Don't forget, the Principal has given half of the power of control to John."

Power of control?

Everyone paused, instinctively glancing at John's face in the silver mirror.

Though still uneasy, they forced themselves to calm down and chose to believe in John.

After all, John was now their only hope!

No matter how anxious they were, there was nothing they could do to change the situation.

They could only choose to trust.

This was their only chance.

...

John had been trying to master the power of control.

However, he suddenly sensed the presence of a supremely powerful entity within the secret realm, who had almost instantly seized about 40% of the power of control.

Now, he was competing with this person for the remaining 10%.

No… he only needed to gain another 1% more, even just 1%!

If he could control 51% of the secret realm, it meant he would have a greater chance of success and no longer need to fear the siege monsters.

But…

John looked toward the eastern sky, a hint of worry coloring his thoughts.

He felt that the sudden emergence of this person was different from what he had expected.

Since the opponent also possessed the power of control, John did not know the exact capabilities of this adversary, only that they were very strong—possibly even a semigod-tier powerhouse.

Isabella and Cecilia were also aware of this development, and both felt a heavy weight on their hearts.

"If he can make himself so powerful, why can't you?"

Isabella suddenly spoke up, her words catching Cecilia, who had been closely monitoring the situation, off guard, prompting her to question further.

"Yeah, if he can strengthen himself by altering the rules, can't you do the same?"

If the opponent was a semigod-tier powerhouse, and they had a semigod-tier on their side as well, wouldn't that level the playing field?

"If it were that simple, I would have done it already," John couldn't help but give a bitter smile.

"They were able to forcibly elevate their level by altering some of the rules through an external formation. It's precisely because they tampered with the rules that the secret realm's rules, in an effort to protect itself, are more inclined toward me, allowing me to control 50% of the power of control in such a short time."

"Otherwise, we might have already..."

John didn't finish his sentence, but the two women understood very well.

If the opponent could do whatever they wished, then they likely wouldn't have the chance to be having this conversation here.

"Let's just prepare for the worst. If it really is a semigod-tier powerhouse, then... then we must give it our all!"

Cecilia paused mid-sentence, then chose to encourage herself.

She knew that being afraid or anxious was pointless now.

Better to face it boldly!

After all, they had someone on their side controlling 50% of the power of control.

It wasn't their style to concede before the battle had even begun!

John didn't continue talking; instead, he quickly gathered the last of the power of control.

While it seemed to be only 10%, just an additional 1% was enough for him.

However, his opponent had clearly reacted.

John felt the remaining power of control rapidly decreasing!

What was initially a 10% available margin was now being absorbed by the opponent at a swift rate—the opponent had already taken an additional 5%.

Their power of control had reached 45%!

John immediately became frantic, desperately using his mind power to absorb the surrounding power of control.

The power of control is profoundly mystical, invisible and intangible, perceivable only through mind power.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't match the speed of his opponent.

This couldn't go on... absolutely not!

46%!

John could distinctly feel that something in the air had begun to change.

His mind power was operating at breakneck speed, but he simply couldn't compete with the other side.

Even those watching from the outside were nervously clenching their teeth, their anxiety palpable.

But some had already started to despair, feeling that John, no matter what, could not win.

After all, they were up against a semigod-tier powerhouse!

Mind power is terrifying in its own right, how could it possibly lose to John?

John felt his mind power accelerating, but the next second, a sharp pain shot through his forehead.

It felt as though his mind power was being drained in that instant, but he did not give up; instead, he clenched his teeth and continued to persist.

The pain in his head intensified... as if countless tiny needles were incessantly pricking him!

"We can't go on like this; this child's mind power is about to be exhausted. If this continues, he'll end up a fool!"

Benedict clenched his teeth as he watched everything unfold on the silver mirror.

This child was the most talented, the one everyone was most focused on.

So young and already achieving so much, his future prospects were boundless!

If he were to fall here...

No!

He cannot!

He is not just a rising star; more importantly, right now, he is the hope of all the children in the secret realm!

If John were to perish, then there would be no escape for the other children either.

What to do, what to do...

What should be done...

Everyone was extremely anxious, Benedict felt like rushing into the secret realm right this moment, but there was no way to do so.

John only felt an intense headache, as if he was about to pass out completely the next second.

The opponent had already secured 48% of the power of control!

"Eh?"

Just as John's consciousness was becoming somewhat blurry, he suddenly felt a clarity at his temples.

It was as if a gentle breeze had passed through, moisturizing his nearly parched mind power.

The next second, the remaining 2% of the power of control started tilting in his direction!

50.5%!

50.6%!

...

51%!