Physical mage, challenge me to a solo duel!

On the largest arena in the school's magic hall at Lanling Magic High School.

Shen Yuan is a little panicked now, no, he is extremely panicked.

He has been in the education industry for over twenty years and has seen it all.

But he had never seen a scene like this before.

When Wang Yi and Hu Jin were sparring, Wang Yi casually pulled Hu Jin over to act as the referee.

Shen Yuan is now filled with regret, deep regret.

Why did he have to come and join in the fun like a student?

Why can't you just suppress your curiosity!

Although Shen Yuan has extensive teaching experience, and because he is a support-type mage, he usually serves as the referee for competitions organized by the school.

However, those competitions were basically battles between novice mages, which Shen Yuan, a mid-level mage, could easily handle.

In this battle, both sides are genuine mid-level mages, just like Shen Yuan.

Intermediate-level mages are considered the backbone of the mage world; they are the ones who execute the vast majority of missions.

High-level mages are already rare high-end combatants, and would be considered mid-to-high-level personnel anywhere.

Lanling Magic High School is one of the top magic high schools in the surrounding cities in terms of teaching staff.

Leaving aside the principal, the vast majority of teachers at Lanling Magic High School are intermediate-level mages, but there are only two advanced-level mages: Zhang Miaoyi, the director of the medical department, and Sun Kun, the director of the attack department.

Shen Yuan was only a mid-level mage. Although he was the deputy director of the auxiliary department at the school, a deputy was still a deputy.

Even though Shen Yuan's authority was actually the same as that of the headmaster, it was only because there were no high-level mages in the support department at the school that the position of headmaster of the support department had been vacant, and Shen Yuan was acting as the headmaster.

However, Shen Yuan had a clear understanding in his heart that his current strength was actually far inferior to Wang Yi's.

Talent is such an unreasonable thing. Shen Yuan is over forty years old and has been a mage for more than twenty years, but his strength is still no match for a seventeen-year-old student who has only been awakened for a little over a year.

Putting everything else aside, just take defense, which is the most important aspect of support. He might not be able to block an attack that Wang Yi can block, and he is absolutely certain that he can't block an attack that Wang Yi can't block.

How can someone like that be a referee?

Referees aren't just there to announce the winner; after all, anyone with a normal sense can tell who's winning and who's losing.

A referee who cannot save lives in crucial moments is essentially meaningless.

So Shen Yuan had no choice but to look to his two colleagues for help.

Sun Kun, the head of the attack department, was a short, stout old man with a receding hairline. He stood in the audience and helplessly spread his hands towards Shen Yuan, indicating that he could not help him either.

After all, he only possessed a few legendary-grade attack spells, so he couldn't save people in critical moments.

You can't just kill someone to save them, can you?

What kind of Russian-style rescue is this!

Shen Yuan's gaze fell on Zhang Miaoyi again; she looked pitiful and helpless.

Helpless, Zhang Miaoyi could only casually take two cups from the podium, then walk onto the stage and release two full cups of the Fountain of Life, giving one to each of Wang Yi and Hu Jin, and making them drink them.

"Besides the normal wins and losses, whoever's Fountain of Life effect runs out first has to concede," Zhang Miaoyi said to the two of them, then turned to Wang Yi and whispered, "Be careful when you attack."

The Fountain of Life can be activated automatically when injured. To deplete this fountain of life, one would need at least a life-threatening injury. Therefore, it is reasonable for whoever is in this situation to admit defeat.

However, even the fountain of life may be powerless against some injuries that can lead to instant death.

For example, if someone's head is blasted to pieces and their skull is blown off, even the Fountain of Life can't save them.

At best, it would be like saving a lifelike corpse.

Zhang Miaoyi certainly didn't have the ability to bring the dead back to life, which is why she specifically instructed Wang Yi not to cause any deaths, lest it embarrass everyone.

As for Hu Jin, Zhang Miaoyi ignored him.

Firstly, Zhang Miaoyi wasn't Hu Jin's teacher, and secondly, Zhang Miaoyi didn't think Hu Jin could win.

Although Zhang Miaoyi and Wang Yi spoke softly, the sparring hadn't started yet, and everyone was standing close together. Hu Jin heard Zhang Miaoyi's words and his expression immediately turned even uglier. He then flung the glass away.

He doesn't think he'll lose and doesn't need this kind of rescue.

The glass traced an arc in the air before finally landing on the arena dozens of meters away.

Snapped!

The sound was crisp and clear.

A vibrant green spring of life flowed out, turning the small arena green.

"What kind of manners are these? Don't you expect to pay for the damage you've done?" Wang Yi, holding the Fountain of Life, gestured towards the shattered glass in the distance. "Two million five hundred thousand. Cash or bank transfer, please?"

"What? Two and a half million? The Fountain of Life is just a spell that only consumes magic power and is worthless!" Hu Jin was a little angry. This was blatant extortion.

"Who told you this is the price for the Fountain of Life? The teacher's magic was a free gift. I won't charge you even if you take my kindness for granted. I'm talking about the price of this cup." Wang Yi carefully picked up the glass in his hand and gently shook it. The emerald green liquid rippled slightly, a beautiful sight.

"This is a cultural relic from three thousand years ago, called a crystal glass cup. It was collected by the royal family and has changed hands several times over the years. It can be called a national treasure. It was a perfect pair, and now you have broken one of them. Asking you for 2.5 million is already a friendly price. It doesn't even cover the cost."

"Bullshit!" Hu Jin pointed at Wang Yi, his finger trembling with anger. This guy could make up lies so easily.

"You don't believe me? I'll buy you a certificate of authenticity this afternoon, from an authoritative institution, with their signature and seal, proving that these are a pair of crystal glass cups worth five million. Either you glue the cups back together piece by piece, restoring them to their original state, or you pay up. Seriously? You, a rich second-generation heir, can't even afford two and a half million?"

Wang Yi made a few sarcastic remarks, then said, "It's okay if you really can't produce it. At worst, I'll send the certificate of authenticity to your father and grandfather. They're such big principals, they can't be as shameless as you, breaking things and not paying for them."

"You!" Hu Jin was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Hu Jin was certain that if Wang Yi really did such a thing, even if his father or grandfather knew that the certificate they received was fake, they would definitely accept it against their will.

After all, he was the one who caused trouble at Lanling Magic High School first.

"Okay, I'll compensate you after I'm done," Hu Jin said through gritted teeth.

"Tsk, so generous." Wang Yi gave a thumbs up upon hearing this, his face full of admiration.

This guy is really rich; I should have asked for 25 million.

"Okay, let's get started." Hu Jin took a deep breath. He didn't want to drag it out any longer. This guy was even more annoying than that foul-mouthed fat kid.

"No problem." Wang Yi smiled, but accidentally dropped the glass on the ground.

Snapped!

The sound was crisp and clear.

"Oh no, my crystal glass cup!" Wang Yi exclaimed exaggeratedly, his expression affected and slightly flamboyant.