Full-Time Magister: The Ruler of Wind and Rain

Hiss—The audience was shocked that a student from the preparatory class would dare to talk to a student from the main campus like that. You have to understand, no matter how strong the students in the preparatory class are, they are at most just slightly better high school students. The most outstanding students in Magic High School can get into the Pearl Green Campus, and only those who pass the test in the Green Campus can enter the main campus. Wang Yu is challenging an opponent who is two levels above him!

The atmosphere in the audience was instantly ignited.

Although Shen Ming might suppress his cultivation level and only use his primary magic system for the sake of fairness, the combat experience and magical foundation of the main campus students are far superior to those of the preparatory class students. Moreover, Shen Ming is a lightning mage, and lightning is known as the strongest destructive magic system in terms of elemental suppression, giving him a significant advantage in mage battles.

Wang Yu, standing in the arena, looked at his opponent and gently flexed his wrist.

"The duel begins."

Before the examiner could finish speaking, a blinding burst of lightning erupted from Shen Ming's body.

"Thunder Seal - Wrathful Strike!"

Purple arcs of electricity shot out like venomous snakes, moving so fast they left afterimages on the retina. Shen Ming showed no mercy, launching his attack with the lightning element's prized speed.

From the center of the stage, Dean Xiao, wearing glasses, suddenly spoke: "The outcome is decided; Shen Ming has lost."

Qian Kun, the head of the Thunder Department at Mingzhu Academy, who had come with Dean Xiao to observe the ceremony, exclaimed, "Huh?"

Preparatory class homeroom teacher Yu Xiujia: "Huh?"

One teacher couldn't accept that his student had been predicted to lose after just casting a basic spell, while the other never imagined that his student could defeat a student from the main campus. Both teachers lost their composure.

When the camera cuts back to the scene, Wang Yu's figure almost vanishes into thin air the instant the electric arc is about to touch him.

That's extreme speed, but if the speed is so fast that the opponent can't keep up with it, it's almost like a bizarre displacement.

Shen Ming's eyes changed slightly. His years of combat instincts made him quickly take a step back, while golden light shone around him, supporting the light-type shield magic tool.

"They reacted very quickly."

Wang Yu's voice suddenly appeared to Shen Ming's left.

A cyan wind blade, accompanied by a low roar, slashed fiercely at the shield magic tool.

"Bang!"

The two energies collided violently.

To Shen Ming's surprise, the wind blade, which didn't seem particularly large, actually contained an extremely domineering impact force. His shield magic tool showed signs of shattering the moment it made contact, and he was pushed to the side and slid several meters by the force.

"A spirit seed? And a top-grade spirit seed at that?" Shen Ming put away his contempt, his arm was slightly numb from the shock.

"Thunderclap, Lightning Bolt, Yaksha!"

Shen Ming shouted, no longer suppressing his casting speed. A mid-level lightning magic star chart rapidly intertwined beneath his feet, and violent lightning elements began to gather in the air, filling the space with the smell of burning.

Thunderclouds were rapidly gathering in the air, and the lightning could no longer be concealed.

Wang Yu was no stranger to lightning magic. The intermediate-level spell Thunderstrike was extremely fast. Once a lightning mage locked onto a target, it was almost impossible to avoid, and the only option was to use defensive spells or magical artifacts to block it.

Wang Yu didn't intend to reveal his water-based cultivation here, nor did he possess any magical artifacts. But he had one more trick up his sleeve.

As long as I move faster than my opponent can perceive, then everything will be fine.

Getting close to a lightning mage is a very dangerous thing, but there's no time to worry about that now. Wang Yu rode the wind and arrived in the blind spot behind Shen Ming before Shen Ming could finish drawing the lightning bolt.

Shen Ming wasn't stupid; he naturally knew to track his opponent's movements during battle. However, Wang Yu's speed was terrifyingly fast. At the same time Shen Ming turned around, Wang Yu was able to move simultaneously within his blind spot.

Battle instinct saved Shen Ming once again. He subconsciously used his shield magic tool behind him to block Wang Yu's wind blade once more, but it also consumed more energy. Wang Yu estimated that it could only block one more mid-level or lower magic at most.

However, even after Shen Ming shook his head sharply, he still couldn't lock onto Wang Yu in his line of sight. In desperation, he unleashed countless beams of lightning like a torrential rain, gradually narrowing the safe space and blocking all possible escape routes for Wang Yu. This was a variant of the mid-level lightning magic "Thunderbolt," designed for comprehensive coverage.

Faced with the sky filled with lightning, Wang Yu did not retreat.

Purple lightning was reflected in his eyes, and the air around his body suddenly changed direction.

Since we can't avoid it, we won't. Scattered lightning can't match the power of a concentrated barrage; it's worth the gamble.

"Soaring to the heavens."

He silently recited the name of the spirit seed in his heart.

A domineering aura emanating from the summit of Cangshan Mountain suddenly erupted. Wang Yu stomped his foot hard on the ground, and seven star trails quickly connected, forming a cyan star map beneath his feet at an unbelievable speed.

"Wind Disc - Tornado!"

But this is by no means an ordinary wind turbine.

The tornado that rose from the ground was not grayish-white, but rather a deep bluish-black. The howling wind produced a sound similar to the roar of a ferocious beast, as if what was swirling was not air currents, but a torrent of metal.

The falling lightning struck the wind wall, exploding into a sky full of sparks, but it could not penetrate the seemingly thin but incredibly tough layer of wind.

Wang Yu pushed his hands outwards with a sudden burst of speed, and the tornado rushed forward.

Shen Ming's pupils suddenly contracted; he sensed a threat. How could a lightning mage, whose shield magic couldn't withstand mid-level magic and who lacked displacement magic, possibly dodge the tornado rushing towards him?

Time slipped away as he hesitated. At the last moment, Shen Ming wanted to release Radiant Shield, but the oppressive feeling of being locked by the gale slowed his movements by half a beat.

A golden light flashed on Shen Ming's body, and the light shield released by the examiner and judge appeared on Shen Ming at an extremely tight angle. With a loud bang, the light shield and the tornado collided fiercely, and the violent air waves swept outwards, but were blocked by the wind track drawn by Wang Yu's raised hand, protecting the students below the stage.

As for the other side of the platform, Wang Yu ignored them; a group of old monks would surely have their own way of handling things.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Shen Ming knelt on the ground in a somewhat disheveled state, his chest heaving violently. He was clearly quite shocked (physiologically) by being at the very center of the magical collision. In contrast, Wang Yu, who was standing not far away, was completely unharmed, although his clothes were disheveled by the airflow. A wisp of lingering green wind was even dancing on his fingertips.

The outcome is already decided, in the most irrefutable way.

The entire arena fell into a brief, deathly silence.

A student in the preparatory class defeated a senior student from the main campus who was skilled in lightning magic in a head-on confrontation using only wind magic.

Shen Ming stood up, dusted himself off, and although his face was a little pale, he still displayed the demeanor of a senior student. He gave Wang Yu a deep look: "To be able to cultivate such a domineering aura in wind magic, you're very impressive. You won, and you deserve the spot in the Three-Step Tower. I hope we can have a good, satisfying match again on the main campus in the future."

Wang Yu nodded slightly, dissipated the magical energy in his hand, and transformed back into the handsome boy next door.

"You flatter me. My strength is still quite inferior to yours. If you hadn't held back, I wouldn't have been your match. See you at the main campus later."

These words softened Shen Ming's expression, and he reached out to bump fists with Wang Yu, saying, "See you at the main campus."

Wang Yu turned and walked down the platform. His steps were not fast, but everyone present, including those classmates who were originally jealous of him, consciously made way for him.

In the crowd, Xie Ze opened his mouth wide and nudged Cheng Hui next to him: "What...did Boss Wang Yu go to learn some kind of unparalleled martial arts? That whirlwind just now, I felt like it could have minced me into meat paste."

Cheng Hui's eyes sparkled as she nodded vigorously, "I knew Wang Yugege was the best! Even the seniors from the main campus were defeated!"

Wang Yu ignored the noise around him.

He now has only one thing on his mind: the opportunity to train at the Three-Step Tower.

In addition, and more importantly, since this assessment has demonstrated his strength, perhaps he could find an opportunity to apply to the academy for some rare forging materials as a reward, or see if the school has any connections with weapon refiners that he could learn a skill from.

"Wang Yu, come to my office."

As soon as he stepped out of the crowd, his homeroom teacher, Yu Xiujia, appeared in front of him with an undisguised smile on her face. Even if she were looking at her own son, she wouldn't receive this kind of treatment.

Wang Yu's heart stirred.

It seems there's a chance for an additional "scholarship".