Physical mage, challenge me to a solo duel!

"I?"

Qi Xiaohao stretched out his left index finger, pointed it at the tip of his nose, leaned his neck forward slightly, widened his eyes, and stared at his face with an expression of disbelief.

Not only was Qi Xiaohao completely bewildered, but Ma Guocheng and the other three, as well as Ren Ming, were also in a state of confusion.

Although Jiang Yue and Wang Jiang were also a little surprised, they trusted Wang Yi enough to not show it.

"Of course it's you. Is there a problem, Xiao Hao? You're a substitute member of the team, and this senior is also a substitute member of the original team. Substitutes against substitutes, it makes perfect sense. Besides, haven't you already become a mid-level mage?" Wang Yi gave Qi Xiao Hao an encouraging look.

"I don't have any problems, it's just that I just reached the intermediate level last night, and I'm not very proficient with magic yet. But if you let me go, Brother Yi, I'll go," Qi Xiaohao said, scratching his head.

Qi Xiaohao is definitely not a coward, nor is he afraid of losing. He is just afraid of bringing shame to Wang Yi and the team if he loses.

"Don't worry, fight well. I'll cover for you. Just think of it as getting used to fighting mid-level mages." Wang Yi patted Qi Xiaohao on the shoulder and said, "Fighting against such experienced academics will definitely be very rewarding."

"Don't worry, Yi-ge." Qi Xiaohao smoothed his hair, strode up to Fang Yunchen, and extended his hand, saying, "Qi Xiaohao, a mid-level attack-type, hopes to receive much guidance from senior."

Fang Yunchen shook hands with Qi Xiaohao expressionlessly, but anger was building up inside him.

It's true that Fang Yunchen is a substitute player, but to be a substitute for a seeded team, his strength must be among the best in Beijiang Magic University.

Everyone knows Wang Yi, and some people are familiar with Jiang Yue and Wang Jiang, but who is this fat guy in front of us?

I've never even heard of it!

It would be fine to start with Wang Yi, who had already risen to fame, but even Jiang Yue and Wang Jiang would be acceptable, given their reputation as "two kings and one emperor." The other two would likely not be much worse than Wang Yi.

But the result was that he had to fight an unknown fat guy, who was also a freshman who had just been admitted to university. Fang Yunchen couldn't help but feel as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly.

Whom do you look down on?

Alright, since that's the case, let's show this fat guy just how big the difference can be between two mid-level mages!

"Aren't there referees for student sparring?" Wang Yi looked around the fighting arena and then asked Ren Ming.

"Referee? Winning or losing is so obvious, why would we need a referee? And if we're talking about protection, there isn't one. We're not kids anymore, we're mages, why would we need a referee's protection?" Ren Ming reminded him, "So sparring between students at the Magic University is really life-threatening, there are even cases of disability and death every year. You can still replace the chubby guy now."

"I see." Wang Yi understood. It seemed that there was still a big difference between magic high school students and magic university students.

One is like a fledgling protected in a cage, while the other has been released and is beginning to actively flap its wings in the dangerous sky.

Turning to walk off the stage, Wang Yi added, "But it doesn't matter if there's no referee."

"You're too careless. Although students generally don't have mortal feuds and wouldn't intentionally kill each other, sparring between mages is no joke. If one loses control, it's not uncommon for someone to die. Besides, judging from Fang Yunchen's murderous gaze, he probably won't hold back."

"It's best not to hold back. You need to have a sense of crisis to grow." Wang Yi left the arena as if he didn't care about Qi Xiaohao's life or death at all.

"Fine, you're the captain, you call the shots." Ren Ming secretly pursed his lips. These two words of advice were already the limit. His relationship with Wang Yi wasn't that good, and saying anything more would be going too far.

Besides, this fat man is Wang Yi's brother, not his own. Why is the emperor so worried while the eunuch is standing by? It's really not worth it.

As Wang Yi and the others left the arena, Ma Guocheng and his group also began to leave, leaving only Qi Xiaohao and Fang Yunchen on the stage.

This arena is a standard square platform, with a side length of one kilometer. Its area is larger than that of a circular arena with a diameter of one kilometer, and it is also the most commonly used basic arena in the Magic High School World League.

At this moment, Qi Xiaohao and Fang Yunchen had also created a safe distance of about 500 meters. At this distance, without using some auxiliary magic to enhance eyesight, they could probably only make out the outline of the other person.

A mid-level mage's physical body will be strengthened, and this strengthening is comprehensive, including vitality, strength, agility, flexibility, etc. Their eyesight will also be better than that of ordinary people, but it will not be a radical change.

After the two were ready for battle, huge numbers began to appear on the central screen of the battle arena and started counting down.

The moment the numbers reach zero is when the competition begins.

In the stands, countless freshmen and returning students were also intently watching the broadcast screen closest to them, which displayed a seamless broadcast composed of more than a dozen high-definition zoom cameras.

10, 9... 3, 2, 1.

zero!

A warning sound, like a steam whistle, echoed throughout the massive battle arena, startling many freshmen. The two on the stage also began to act.

Fang Yunchen stood calmly in place, without moving an inch, while Qi Xiaohao, perhaps influenced by Wang Yi and Wang Jiang, started running towards Fang Yunchen's location.

At the same time, crimson clouds filled the sky above the arena. Two fiery red clouds, one large and one small, emerged from between Qi Xiaohao and Fang Yunchen, and then immediately moved towards each other and collided quickly.

The divine-grade magic Fire Cloud was created by Qi Xiaohao and Fang Yunchen respectively. It is clear that the two of them wanted to suppress each other with area-of-effect attack magic first, and they even chose the same magic.

Two crimson clouds collided above the arena, followed by a burst of intense flames, which merged into an even larger crimson cloud, with waves of flame rolling endlessly.

boom!boom!

The sound of flames exploding kept coming from the crimson clouds. Large and small clumps of chaotic flames flew everywhere. The magic was out of control, and it seemed that it was no longer possible to condense fire rain.

Fang Yunchen frowned slightly. Even though the fire rain and crimson clouds he released were larger than Qi Xiaohao's, the crimson clouds at this moment were formed by the collision and fusion of the two magics, and the magic was so disordered that it could no longer be controlled by Fang Yunchen.

At this moment, Qi Xiaohao's route had already turned in an arc, bypassing the area covered by the red clouds, and he continued to stubbornly charge towards Fang Yunchen.

"In vain." Fang Yunchen watched Qi Xiaohao's speed, which was completely disproportionate to his size, and released his next spell.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Countless enormous fireballs condensed in the air, then, with magnificent fiery tails, tilted and crashed towards Qi Xiaohao... and Fang Yunchen's heads.

"Grass!"

Qi Xiaohao and Fang Yunchen cursed at the same time, with only one thought in their minds: This kid is learning my magic!

Just now, the two of them simultaneously unleashed their second spell at each other: a divine-grade fireball.

The result was the same: a car crash.

Countless fireballs collided and shattered in the air, fireworks shooting into the sky and illuminating the V-shaped trajectory of the meteors, as if they were making a peace sign, staining Fang Yunchen and Qi Xiaohao's gloomy faces with a touch of orange-red.

Although a few lucky fireballs occasionally slipped through the net, managing to cross the undulating sea of ​​fire and each strike their own target.

But the number was too small to pose any threat to either of them.