Versatile Mage: Unlimited Swordplay, Deconstructing Everything!

Chapter 32 He is a fake high-level, you better pray that I am also a fake high-level!
Looking at Mu Ningxue's expression, Lin Ling didn't know how to speak.

What does he know?
He knew everything. The reason Mu Ningxue's mother died was because the fragments of the Sha Bow were forcibly removed, which caused her to lose a lot of vitality and pass away.

The fragments of the brake bow can bring powerful strength to the host, but it is also a death warrant. The longer the host is nourished, the more life will be bound to it.

Once the fragments of the supporting bow are suddenly lost, it is no different from taking away the heart, and death is only a matter of time.

But now is not the time to tell Mu Ningxue.

"Axuexue, you don't have to worry about these things. I'm ahead of you. Just focus on getting stronger. When you're as strong as me, you'll naturally understand."

Lin Ling rubbed Mu Ningxue's head to comfort her, then left with a graceful back.

"Brother Lin Ling"

The next day, the exchange competition held at the Imperial Capital Academy was held as scheduled.

As the second-placed academy in the previous session, Mingzhu Academy does not need to fight with other academies below it.

There is a threshold for the challenge. Since Mingzhu Academy is one of the best magic academies in Longguo, the strength of its students is naturally not comparable to that of other academies.

As expected, the final of the exchange competition was between the Imperial Capital Academy and the Pearl Academy. The resentment between the two academies had accumulated for a long time, and a strong smell of gunpowder burst out before the two sides even started fighting.

The final is a best-of-three, four-on-four team competition. Whoever wins two games first will be the final winner of this exchange competition.

"Who's going to go for the first round?"

Lin Ling sat on a throne chair that he had brought from somewhere, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan and speaking nonchalantly.

This question confused Mo Fan and the others.

You are the team leader, shouldn't you decide the players?
Everyone looked at each other, not knowing how to decide who would perform. Finally, Shen Mingxiao, the king of pretentiousness who would die if he didn't show off, took the initiative to step forward and took over the leadership. He called Luo Song, Bai Tingting and others to form a team with offense, defense and logistics.

Since Shen Mingxiao and Mo Fan were not on good terms, neither Mo Fan nor Zhao Manyan played in the first match.

Lin Ling didn't say anything about the team's configuration and let Shen Mingxiao decide. He then looked at the players who were going to play in the first match of the Imperial Capital Academy. As expected, Mu Ningxue, the opponent's ace, was also not on the court.

"Senior Lin, do you think we can win?" Mu Nujiao took a bunch of grapes, picked one and fed it to Lin Ling, and asked curiously.

"I will lose." Lin Ling enjoyed Mu Nujiao's service.

"Will the Imperial Capital Academy lose?"

"It's on our side."

"Why?" Mu Nujiao felt a little puzzled. The personnel selected by Shen Mingxiao complemented each other in configuration. It can be said that the team has no shortcomings.

"I know you want to say that Shen Mingxiao's team has a good configuration, but that's only for high-level battles. For a battle between mid-level mages, this configuration will only hinder them."

"This kind of competition is all about who has the most firepower and who wins the game the fastest, rather than dragging it out and fighting, trying to break down the opponent bit by bit. Two of the three people Shen Mingxiao picked are basically useless, which means there are only two people against four people."

Mu Nujiao looked at the battle on the field. At the beginning, the two sides were evenly matched, but the situation suddenly reversed.

It was like a dam suddenly cracked and collapsed. After fighting with the opponent for about two minutes, Shen Mingxiao and his four companions were all knocked out of the game in less than a minute, losing the first game directly.

"I really lost." Mu Nujiao was a little surprised when she saw the result.

Just as Lin Ling said, Mingzhu Academy lost the first game.

"Give me another chance! I will definitely win the next game!" Shen Mingxiao said unwillingly as he came to Lin Ling.

The Imperial Capital Academy has already obtained the match point, and there is no way they can decide who will play in the second game.

The initiative is always on Lin Ling's side, it just depends on whether he is willing to speak and decide.

"What the hell are you doing? Don't you have any idea what you just did? In the second round, Mo Fan, Mu Nujiao, Song Xia, and Zheng Bingxiao, the four of you go up."

Lin Ling ignored Shen Mingxiao and directly called out the names of Mo Fan and the other three to go on stage.

"Finally, it's my turn! I'm going to blow their heads off!" Mo Fan, who was itching to fight, was in high spirits from the audience. The four of them were almost all firepower dealers, with not a single support mage.

What kind of defense do you need? The best defense is offense!
"Mo Fan."

"What's going on?"

Suddenly Lin Ling patted him on the shoulder, causing him to tremble a little.

"If you lose, then just blow ten bottles of 'Oolong Tea' tonight. You'll just be unconscious for a few days at most."

"Oh! Brothers! Let's go! We must win this game!" Mo Fan instantly rushed onto the field as if injected with adrenaline, pulling a few people with him.

What a joke, just blow ten bottles of "Oolong Tea", one bottle is one liter, ten bottles are ten liters, this can directly send him away in one step and turn him into a small box!
Win no matter what!

Mo Fan's strength growth curve is inexplicably consistent with the original work, so this battle is basically a sure thing.

Even the Imperial Capital team sent Mu Ningxue and several other key players onto the field.

The result will not change.

The battle was extremely fierce from the start, but the most intense and eye-catching part was the duel between Mu Ningxue and Mo Fan.

The combat power displayed by the two was completely unlike what a mid-level mage should have. When Mo Fan displayed his extremely domineering fire element, the whole audience was filled with shocked gasps.

"Three faculties? Is this guy a high-level mage?!"

"Fire, Thunder, and Summoning, indeed, three elements! How could someone reach a high level at this age?!"

"No, no! Notice how his speed in connecting to the stars doesn't seem like the speed of a high-level mage at all. He's a mid-level mage born with two special abilities! This Mo Fan was born with two special abilities awakened!"

Some students and teachers with keen eyesight saw through Mo Fan's three secrets, but even so, everyone was shocked.

As expected, after Mo Fan used the fire element, even Mu Ningxue could not be his opponent. Under Mo Fan's dominance, he won the second game and took back the match point in one fell swoop!

"Well done, Mo Fan. Let's have a grand reception when we get back. Leave the final one to me."

"Huh? You have to drink even if you win!"

Mo Fan was a little confused when he saw Lin Ling walking onto the stage alone.

Brother Lin isn't planning to take on the other side alone, is he?

"What does he mean? Only one person? Is he looking down on our Imperial Capital Academy?"

The Imperial Capital Academy, having regained its strength, sent out its candidates for the second game again, determined to win the final game. However, when Lu Zhenghe saw that only Lin Ling was on the field from the Mingzhu team, he became furious and roared.

"Do you think you're a high-level wizard? You want to fight four of us by yourself!"

"You're right, I really am a high-level mage."

As soon as the words fell, the entire stadium was instantly filled with a brilliant white flame. Everyone present stared in amazement at the magnificent constellation that appeared in the sky behind Lin Ling.

"High-level constellation!!! This person is truly a high-level mage!!!"

Lu Zhenghe's legs were shaking, and he knelt directly on the ground under the impact of the constellation's momentum.

"Hey! Kid! You better be as tough as your mouth, or you'll die!"

Lin Ling's eyes flashed with a bright white light, as if the God of Fire had descended with a scorching breath, and even the arena began to show signs of vaporization.

"Sky Flame Funeral - Cang Li - Sky Flame Rain Falls!"

　Some parts will be described in detail soon, so please read the original novel directly. The important plot of this chapter will be unfolded in the next chapter. Get ready for a real battle!

　　
　
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