Physical mage, challenge me to a solo duel!

"I left one of myself in China to write the report, and the remaining three of me flew over."

Ten minutes later, Wang Yi omitted the information about Lin Qingyu, Xu Jun, and Chu Zhaoding, and briefly explained the current situation to them.

"Alright, now it's Q&A time. If anyone still has any questions, please raise your hand."

Wang Yi, the "Milk King," clapped his hands and made his final statement.

The room fell silent again. The group of people had different expressions, but they were all struggling to process this bizarre information.

After a while, Qi Xiaohao was the first to raise his hand and ask a question.

"Brother Yi, if your main body can't return from the magical world, what will happen to these clones?"

"Good question." Wang Yi nodded in satisfaction: "The answer is... nothing will happen. I'll still be alive and well, so don't worry."

Qi Xiaohao looked miserable, not at all at ease.

In other words, Wang Yi is still in danger.

Although his appearance and soul were identical to the original, Qi Xiaohao still felt somewhat awkward facing Wang Yi's clone.

"Strength," the king said incisively. "I doubt the clone's strength can be improved, otherwise this clone would be far too overpowered."

If the clones can also advance in the same way as the original body, then Wang will have no doubt that in the future Wang Yi will be able to form a team of forbidden mages.

That was truly a power that could rival a nation, invincible in the world.

"That's true." Wang Yi nodded; the general was indeed very perceptive.

"Is there any way to rescue you? For example, the Pioneer Army, the Death Army, or the Huaxia Army, could they fight their way through Zhenyuan, Xunyuan, or Zeyuan to the magical world and bring you back?"

Jiang Yue then proposed a solution.

Wang Yi shook his head.

"No, this could easily trigger a massive war between the military and the monsters. The number of soldiers who would die would probably be far more than just tens of thousands. Moreover, once the war starts, the consequences would be uncontrollable. If we lose, the monsters might even invade mainland China. And then..."

Wang Yi didn't say much, but everyone understood that if this happened, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The atmosphere became somber once again.

Now, Wang Yi can neither return nor be saved; there seems to be no solution.

Only Jiang Yue's eyes twitched upon hearing this.

Wang Yi's answer seemed fine at first glance, but since he could say it so readily, it was clear that a rescue plan had been discussed, but it was ultimately rejected.

This is likely the assessment of high-ranking military officials.

The question is, did Wang Yi already have a meeting with high-ranking military officials when he just returned a day and a half ago?

What position has this kid risen to in the military?

Don't wait until you graduate and join the army to start calling Wang Yi a general, right?

High-ranking mages already have the opportunity to be awarded the rank of major general.

In other words, every major general is a high-level mage, but this does not mean that every high-level mage is a major general.

The amount of military merit required to be promoted to major general is considerable.

Moreover, there is a comprehensive review of their background, character, thinking, strength, and will.

Jiang Yue couldn't understand Wang Yi's strength anymore, even though he didn't know when it started.

Especially when he blocked the two attackers in the spatial rift, the Crimson Flame Dragonman he transformed into had an aura that could probably crush an ordinary high-level mage at will.

Moreover, the water dragon that Qi Xiaohao flung out of his backpack, though it was some kind of magic, was able to stop thousands of magical beasts.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yue couldn't help but grin secretly.

Even if he were to advance to a high-level mage, the gap between him and Wang Yi would probably not be narrowed much.

Following Qi Xiaohao, Wang Jiang, and Jiang Yue, Ren Ming also spoke up and asked.

"Are you not participating in the league anymore?"

"What am I doing here if I'm not going to participate?"

Wang Yi pointed to herself: "Milk."

He then pointed to the two secondary clones on the sofa: "Support, Attack."

"In team competitions, we can add players as needed, but I'm definitely not planning to participate in individual competitions."

Giving up the individual competition was a decision Wang Yi had already made.

Unfortunately, Wang Yi's strength was limited by his secondary clone, so he definitely couldn't win the championship in a battle against a group of high-level mages.

In that case, there's no point in getting a spot in the quarterfinals or the round of 16.

Moreover, even if the title of champion in the individual competition were to make Wang Yi more famous in the public eye, it would not bring him any substantial benefits.

In terms of strength, Wang Yi is invincible below the extraordinary level, and can even trade one for one with the extraordinary level. Now, the opponents he takes seriously are all at least super-level magical beasts.

In terms of status, Wang Yi, a student who has not yet officially joined the army, holds a position in the Chinese military that is no lower than that of a general, and even higher than that of a typical lieutenant general.

If a regular lieutenant general were to ask for a few dozen super-grade magic crystals, the marshal would twist his head off and kick it like a ball on the spot.

In terms of prestige, the title of champion in the individual competition of the Magic High School World League pales in comparison to the youngest extraordinary mage in history.

It can only be said that the Magic High School World League, which Wang Yi cared about quite a couple of years ago, has become dispensable in the face of Wang Yi's rapidly expanding strength.

The only regret is that I couldn't lead my teammates to win the championship.

All of this can be attributed to Lin Qingyu.

Thinking of this, Wang Yi couldn't help but feel a tickle in his teeth.

There is now another reason why Lin Qingyu deserves to die.

"Healer? Support? Attacker?" Ren Ming looked Wang Yi up and down one by one, then a wicked and arrogant smile appeared on his lips as he pointed to his cheek and raised his chin:

"I'm not very talented; I'm a healer, support, and attacker all in one. Team battles definitely won't let you have all three of you at once, so... how about I take the captaincy?"

Unfortunately, Ren Ming's suggestion drew a cold stare from Dai Lan.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yi revealed a warm smile, and then Wang Yi stood up and said.

"Want the captain? No problem, defeat me, and I'll give you the captain."

Ren Ming was somewhat restless. To be honest, he had always been a little resentful that Wang Yi had placed him on the bench.

Ren Ming knew that Wang Yi's main body was incredibly powerful, but a clone... surely it couldn't possibly be so arrogant as to be riding on his head?

Once the thought took hold of him, Ren Ming found it hard to suppress.

It wasn't that there was any rift in the relationship between Ren Ming and Wang Yi; it was just that from their first meeting, Ren Ming had been suppressed by Wang Yi.

As a genius, Ren Ming also had his own arrogance, although he restrained himself considerably in front of Dai Lan.

But Ren Ming wasn't so willing to admit defeat to others.

Even though fighting Wang Yi's clone now is taking advantage of his vulnerability, Ren Ming still wants to see where Wang Yi's confidence comes from.

So Ren Ming took a deep breath, ignoring Dai Lan's attempts to stop him for the first time, and said:

"There's a closed training ground nearby, shall we go take a look?"