"Yes, I've noticed three boys with real potential, as well as one boy I'm not sure about. Overall, the majority of examinees, with the exception of those four, are below average and may not be able to join the academy even as followers." said Floyd with a sigh and added, "How about your sector?"

"I was extremely fortunate. 8 examinees from my sector are almost certain to be accepted into Legacy; they have real talent as well as excellent training. And even the other examinees in my sector are quite decent, 30 percent of them should be able to join Legacy as followers. " Priscilla responded with a cheerful smile.

"I'm not surprised at all. Your fortune is always good. It would have been fantastic if I could share even a small portion of your good fortune "Floyd expressed his frustration.

Hearing his response, Priscilla chuckled and consoled him.

The matches continued unabated. Because of a magical array, the stage automatically repaired itself after each match. However, none of the matches were particularly interesting because the examinee would be eliminated in an instant. Unlike the green-haired teen who allowed his opponent to charge up, the other first-year students would dispatch their opponents in an instant. Not even allowing them to use the items they exchanged using their points.

After some dull matches, the atmosphere in the arena finally heated up when the examinee with serial number 15 entered the arena.

The examinee was a girl and was a non combat oriented examinee. After the invigilator summoned her to the stage, she exchanged her points for a magic staff, which was clearly a relic, and a few mana potions. She then asked one of the first-year students to help her with her demonstration. The first-year student she chose was taken aback and looked to the professors for approval. Without hesitation, the professors allowed him to assist her.

"Please try not to resist my spell," the girl said politely as she looked at the first-year student.

Hearing her words, the first-year student appeared hesitant. When one of the professors noticed his hesitation, he said reassuringly, "don't worry, we're monitoring the entire process, nothing bad will happen to you."

"I won't resist, please continue," the first-year student said to the girl, relaxed after hearing the professor's statement.

When she heard his confirmation, she nodded and began the demonstration by summoning her avatar.

Her avatar resembled a mirror. The mirror was the size of a person and rectangular in shape, resembling a fancy full-body mirror. The only thing that was intriguing about the mirror were the glowing runes on it's frame.

"Interesting, an enlightenment avatar," commented an elderly professor, raising one of his brows.

After summoning her avatar, the girl lifted the staff in her hand, inserted her mana into it, and solemnly stated, "PERFECT REPLICATION."

As soon as the girl finished speaking the spell's name, a hexagonal magical array formed on the ground on which the first-year student was standing. The first-year student stood calmly and let the magical array do its thing, not moving an inch.

After about 5 seconds, the magical array disintegrated and transformed into a beam of light, which entered the girl's avatar, which is a mirror hovering behind her.

The girl was visibly pale after this process, which was a sign of her mana depletion. She quickly drank a large amount of mana potion to replenish her mana and continued her demonstration. As she regained her mana supply, the runes on the mirror behind her began to glow brightly, and a dark portal appeared on the surface of the mirror with a ripple. After opening, the portal began to spin like a vortex, as if something was brewing inside. The girl drank the mana potions vial by vial until the vortex finally stopped spinning.

Everyone waited with bated breath as the vortex came to a halt. Suddenly, astonished gasps were heard throughout the arena as someone walked out the portal. The person was a boy who looked exactly like the first-year student, down to the clothes on his body.

The first-year student was the most surprised, as he could feel the clone's aura resonating with him. "This is unbelievable," exclaimed the first-year student, stunned.

The more they looked, the more surprised the professors became, and their amazement grew further as they noticed the first-year student's reaction. Still not convinced, one of the professors said to the first-year student, "check him and let's see if you can find any flaws."

The first-year student nodded and eagerly approached the clone to examine it. From mana frequency to bloodline to biometrics to body odour, he tested everything. He would have removed his clothes and checked his birth marks if he hadn't been in a public place.

After completing the check, the first-year student stated, with a slight killing intent in his tone, "he is a complete replication of me."

Hearing the first-year student's confomation, everyone in the arena took a deep breath of surprise.

Calming down, the elderly professor asked the girl, "Is there anything else your avatar can do?"

"The clone I just made is an exact duplicate. As your excellencies have seen, it would be impossible for me to create it if it weren't for the mana potion. But my avatar has another option: it can create weaker clones while using less mana. They won't be as perfect as this one, but their number will be greater." The girl explained.

"I understand," the elderly professor said, adding, "is there a time limit before this spell expires?"

"Yes, one hour." The girl responded.

"Does your avatar have any limitations?" Floyd inquired calmly.

Hearing Floyd's question, the girl's face became hesitant.