Physical mage, challenge me to a solo duel!

boom!

Wang Yi's body crashed heavily to the ground, his bones felt like they had been shattered, and he was dizzy. He couldn't get up for a moment.

Fortunately, the floor was made of soft rubber, and Wang Yi was wearing protective gear on his head, so he didn't fall and get a serious head injury.

During lunch, through subtle probing of Peng Wanli, and with Jiang Yue's supplementary remarks, Wang Yi had basically achieved his goal.

Not only did they figure out the meaning of the special terms given by the system, they also understood where the system's true power lay.

Currently, the system can not only absorb 100% of the non-offensive magic in the magic crystal, but also passive magic and bloodline magic that other normal mages cannot absorb.

This discovery left Wang Yi with mixed feelings about the path she would take in the future.

These passive and bloodline magics are undoubtedly very powerful, but once it is revealed that he can absorb these magics, it will certainly bring various unpredictable risks in the future.

However, before Wang Yi could figure out how to avoid the risks, the afternoon's practical class gave him a taste of the dangers of the world.

The practical classes are divided into basic combat courses and magic practice courses. Unfortunately, today's class is the basic combat course.

The original purpose of the basic combat course was simply to let these students warm up, run around, improve their physical fitness, and strengthen their willpower.

Then the teacher will teach some basic fighting knowledge and skills, and at most, the students will spar with each other.

That's it.

Unfortunately, there was a fighting champion in Wang Yi's small group.

When Wang Jiang suggested that the lessons were boring and that they should have some more stimulating special training, he was met with unanimous opposition from everyone except Jiang Yue.

Unfortunately, the three men's objections had no effect under the overwhelming force of the enemy.

Ultimately, they narrowly lost to the King with a 3-1 vote, a fair and just outcome.

So Wang led a few people away from the main group of class training and went to a corner of the gymnasium for combat training.

The teacher did not object to this behavior, which shows that Wang had done this before.

Moreover, this teacher was quite aware of the king's strength; if magic were not used, he would not be a match for the king in hand-to-hand combat alone.

It's still far from that level.

When training began, Wang asked who would go first, and Qi Xiaohao and Hu Lili took a step back in perfect unison.

Thus, Wang Yi, still in a daze, was forced to take the stage first.

On the second day after his transmigration, Wang Yi experienced for the first time the physical magic originating from mages in the magical world—the Iron Fist.

Wang Yi had gotten into fights during his school days in his previous life, and because he was quite ruthless, he had a reputation among the thugs outside of school.

Wang Yi originally intended to just fight casually to maintain his persona, since the original owner of this body wasn't exactly a fighting expert.

However, after being easily overwhelmed by Wang Jiang twice, Wang Yi finally felt a surge of anger and began to take things seriously, going all out.

So Wang Yi, in a state of extreme anger, became extremely angry.

Whether he took it seriously or not, his situation didn't change much; in fact, he got beaten twice more because he got up quickly enough.

However, the king did not fight for the sake of fighting.

During the battle, the King would accurately point out the opponent's problems and shortcomings, genuinely wanting to take this opportunity to guide his friends in their fighting skills.

At least on the surface.

"Old Wang, that's too much! We're all brothers, you're being way too ruthless!" Qi Xiaohao, who was standing quietly to the side, looked somewhat frightened as he saw Wang Yi being knocked to the ground several times.

It wasn't that I was too worried about Wang Yi, it was just that it was his turn next.

"More bloodshed in peacetime, less bloodshed in wartime." General Wang, dressed in a black tracksuit, was muscular and his fists were wrapped in bandages, giving him a very imposing presence.

Seeing that Wang Yi couldn't get up for a while, he waved to Qi Xiaohao: "Come on, it's your turn."

"What? More blood? No way!" Qi Xiaohao frowned, and resolutely shielded Jiang Yue in front of him: "Old Jiang, go first, I'll cover you."

"You think you can get away with this!"

With a slight bend in his legs and a burst of energy, Wang Jiang shot straight toward Jiang Yue like an arrow released from a bow.

Seeing this, Jiang Yue smiled slightly, and then, just as the king was about to get close, he nimbly slid to the side, completely exposing Qi Xiaohao's figure.

"wait······"

Qi Xiaohao had barely uttered a single word when Wang Jiang's right hand grabbed his collar, interrupting his next words.

Qi Xiaohao's face was still filled with panic, but his left hand suddenly rose up and accurately grabbed Wang Jiang's wrist, which was reaching for his collar. Then, with a forceful twist, Wang Jiang's arm was turned to the side.

Taking advantage of the moment when Wang Jiang's center was wide open, Qi Xiaohao decisively raised his right knee and delivered a knee strike straight to Wang Jiang's lower abdomen.

"He has plenty of strength, but lacks agility and skill."

Wang Jiang also raised his right knee, striking back with a knee strike, but his attack came first, landing precisely on Qi Xiaohao's side knee.

Qi Xiaohao winced in pain, his chubby face contorted in agony. Forced to land on his right leg, he forced himself to stand firm despite the pain, and then unleashed a high straight punch with his right hand toward Wang Jiang's face.

"When you throw a punch, you should hold back three-tenths of your strength. It is a big no-no to attack rashly when your lower body is unstable."

Wang Jiang slightly tilted his head to dodge Qi Xiaohao's punch, and then, taking advantage of the moment when Qi Xiaohao's lower body was unstable, Wang Jiang's right hand snapped, directly breaking free from Qi Xiaohao's grip. He then thrust into Qi Xiaohao's inner circle, clamped Qi Xiaohao's punching arm, twisted his waist, and threw him to the ground.

Qi Xiaohao flew high into the air and then fell heavily back down.

boom!

Just as Wang Yi caught his breath and struggled to his feet, he heard a sound much more muffled than the one he had just heard.

I even felt the floor beneath my feet tremble three times.

"Fatty, why have you gained weight again? Be careful, or you might get high blood pressure, high cholesterol, or high blood sugar." Wang Jiang turned around, clapped his hands lightly, and gave a final reminder.

Qi Xiaohao clutched his knee and rubbed it for a while, rolling on the ground in despair.

Having dealt with Qi Xiaohao, Wang continued to turn his attention to Jiang Yue: "Want to practice?"

Jiang Yue shook his head: "Forget it, this place isn't fun enough."

"Yeah, how about we go to the training gym tomorrow and play for real?" Wang continued to suggest.

"Okay," Jiang Yue readily agreed.

Wang nodded in satisfaction and turned to look at Hu Lili, who was the last one remaining.

"No, I'm not really ready for this kind of thing these days," Hu Lili said shyly, her face slightly flushed.

Wang Jiang laughed heartily, ignoring Hu Lili's excuses, and stood with his legs slightly apart, neither too far apart nor too far apart.

"Same as always, you have thirty seconds."