Physical mage, challenge me to a solo duel!

On the arena, the king withdrew his halberd and shook his arm to wipe the blood off the blade.

Wang Yi swayed twice, then used his halberd to support himself, managing to maintain his posture and avoid falling.

"Are you alright?" Wang asked softly after taking two steps forward.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Wang Yi took a deep breath and said sincerely, "I won't thank you enough."

Wang Jiang chuckled softly, then gently patted Wang Yi's shoulder: "This is also the result of your own talent and hard work. Otherwise, if you couldn't reach the bottleneck, there would be no way I could help you."

After saying this, the king shouldered his halberd, turned around, and left.

At this moment, dizziness, like ocean waves, kept washing over Wang Yi's consciousness.

Even with the blessing of passive magical endurance, Wang Yi felt that he had reached his limit in both physical and mental strength.

So much so that Wang Yi wanted to release healing rays to heal his injuries, but found that he simply couldn't do it.

Although the battle was initially dominated by Wang Jiang feeding him moves, the danger involved was no joke, and Wang Yi dared not be careless in the slightest.

Moreover, as the kings and generals began to exert their utmost efforts in the later stages, the difficulty increased exponentially.

Furthermore, the excessive excitement after breaking through the shackles further accelerated the rate at which Wang Yi's energy was depleted.

Wang Yi's consciousness was already somewhat scattered, making it impossible for him to accurately mobilize the abundant magic power within his body, thus causing the healing ray to fail to be released.

At this moment, Wang Yi could only sigh inwardly, unable to imagine what kind of resilient monster Wang Jiang was, that he was actually in better condition than him.

Actually, Wang Yi's current state was too poor, which caused his six senses to be in a state of confusion, which is why he did not hear the weak sound of Wang Jiang's footsteps.

Clearly, the king had reached his limit, and even his steps were no longer as steady as before.

However, Wang Jiang had been used to this extreme state since childhood, which is why he looked much better than Wang Yi.

Seeing that Wang Yi showed no sign of leaving the stage, Shen Yuan realized something was wrong and quickly gestured to the medical team beside him.

The female students rushed onto the stage with anxious expressions. They quickly checked Wang Yi's condition before feeling relieved. Then, they hurriedly carried Wang Yi off the stage for rest and treatment.

Shen Yuan, holding Wang Yi's halberd, looked speechless. Just now, the group of senior high school medical students complained that it was too heavy, so they simply shoved Wang Yi's halberd into his hands and carried Wang Yi off the stage.

Shen Yuan had no choice but to keep it for Wang Yi for the time being.

Fortunately, not long after, the chubby boy named Qi Xiaohao came over and kindly carried away Wang Yi's halberd.

After giving the students some time to calm down, Ma Xiaoting went on stage to host the second battle between Jiang Yue and Gu Yi.

The two stepped onto the arena.

"Brother Gu." Jiang Yue said with a warm smile.

"Just admit defeat." Gu Yi maintained his calm and composed expression.

"It seems my deduction was correct," Jiang Yue said, not at all surprised. "But now that Brother Gu is already a mid-level mage, aren't you going to show off a few skills?"

Jiang Yue's words were transmitted to the speakers in the stands via the microphone on the arena.

The students were also surprised when they heard this.

"Is Gu Yi already a mid-level mage?"

"Any guys from Class 1 of Senior Three (1) who can tell me what's going on?"

"I'm in Class 1 too, and I don't know either. Gu Yi is such a loner. Apart from three close friends, he doesn't really talk to anyone else."

"Are you sure he's a mid-level mage? Why didn't I see him cast any divine-grade spells?"

"They probably didn't need it in the previous matches, right?"

"Really? Maybe you didn't absorb it?"

"If you haven't absorbed divine-grade magic, how different are you from a beginner mage?"

Although the two people on the stage couldn't hear the specific discussions in the stands, they could still sense that the classmates had suddenly become noisy.

"Look, the students still have doubts," Jiang Yue said, gesturing towards the stands. "Don't you want to prove it to me, Brother Gu?"

"Whether I have doubts or not, it doesn't affect my actual level of power. True power won't disappear because of other people's criticisms, so why should I bother to prove it?" Gu Yi remained unmoved.

While there's some truth to that, it just sounds... hard to like.

"Damn, that guy was being too mild when he said he was a loner."

"This isn't being independent, this is downright arrogance."

"However, he has the right to be arrogant. He's a mid-level mage, and this is only the first semester of his senior year. We don't even know how long he's been promoted."

"Tch, nobody denies his talent, but he's just taking advantage of being a senior in high school and having two more years of schooling. By the time the two kings and one emperor are seniors, they'll definitely be at the intermediate level. They're not as arrogant as him."

Hearing the surrounding whispers, Li Ang slapped his forehead in frustration, thinking, "Did our boss really have to say that? If you have low emotional intelligence and can't speak properly, then don't open your mouth!"

"Alright then." Jiang Yue sighed.

Just when Gu Yi thought Jiang Yue was about to admit defeat, he heard Jiang Yue continue, "You don't need to prove it, but I do. I can lose, but only to a mid-level opponent."

Gu Yi glanced at Jiang Yue, and his interest was piqued: "Even a King General is only at the initial stage."

"He's not an outsider." Jiang Yue's lips curled into a smile again.

Gu Yi silently gazed at Jiang Yue's face and nodded: "As you wish."

Seeing that both sides still wanted to fight, Shen Yuan had no choice but to announce helplessly, "The match begins."

Actually, Shen Yuan is under the most pressure in this match.

Beginner and intermediate mage are two completely different realms.

With divine-grade magic, Shen Yuan became less confident in protecting himself.

Especially after his vortex shield was pierced by Wang Yidong once.

After all, Shen Yuan was only a mid-level mage. If he were truly exceptional in combat, he wouldn't have been teaching at a high school for so many years.

However, changing referees at the last minute is not only troublesome, but also because Lanling Magic High School does not have any high-level mages teaching control, and he is already the one who is best at protecting people.

We can't exactly drag the principal up here to be the referee, can we?

So Shen Yuan had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

He secretly gave Zhang Miaoyi a pleading look, hoping that if things didn't go well, Director Zhang would be there to save him at a crucial moment.

The match began with Gu Yi and Jiang Yue positioned at opposite ends of the ring, but neither made a move immediately.

Waaah...

Inside the school's magic hall, a faint sob was heard.

Jiang Yue's smile faded, and his expression became serious: "Xiaofeng!"

Jiang Yue never expected that Gu Yi would not only successfully absorb a divine-grade magic, but also an attack magic that was among the best in all aspects of the divine-grade magic.

The howling wind that he longed for.

"The Jiang family is indeed insightful." Gu Yi slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

A cyan storm gathered in front of him, carrying its unique shriek, and slowly but steadily advanced toward Jiang Yue's location.