Full-Time Magister: I Had No Intention of Reaching the Dimensional Throne

Chapter 129 Wind, Wind, and more Wind!

Old Man Bao's words shocked Mo Fan, and Lingling also took out the Hunter Master's certificate at the right time, further amplifying the shock.

As Mo Fan came to his senses, a figure pushed open the door and entered.

Bai Mo stepped into the main campus's Fengyuan Hall, which was already packed with people.

On the first day of Challenge Week, everyone's attention was focused on this, eager to see who this person was who could challenge everyone on the Wind Ranking at once.

However, when Bai Mo finally stood on the grand arena, some freshmen showed expressions of no surprise, while most others looked surprised.

"Is he the challenger? He's not bad looking."

"It's all show and no substance. It doesn't look very impressive. I guess it's just another ignorant fool trying to show off."

"I know him; he's quite famous on the Qing campus."

"What's the use of being famous? Everyone was a big name back in the Qing campus."

Why is there a gust of wind on his shoulder?

Bai Mo looked at Bei Feng, the head of the Wind Department who was hosting the challenge competition, and gave him a polite smile.

"Teacher, we can begin."

"Alright, number one thousand, Tangshan!" Beifeng was straightforward. He knew Bai Mo. He glanced at his colleagues who had also come to watch the excitement and called out the name of the last person on the Feng Ranking.

Tang Shan was a boy with an ordinary appearance, who immediately adopted the tone of a senior.

"Kid, arrogance requires strength. I've seen plenty of guys like you. Remember my name, and go train for a few years!"

As he spoke, wisps of wind began to gather around him, and streaks of azure starlight connected in an orderly fashion.

This person's behavior was a bit strange, but Bai Mo ignored it, raised his hand to cover his mouth and yawned.

When he lowered his hand, he had already disappeared from the spot, leaving behind a faint white wisp of wind flowing in place. When he reappeared, he was already next to Tang Shan.

Bai Mo held a pale white dagger of moderate length, gently pressing it against Tang Shan's neck. The dagger, made entirely of wind energy, emanated a dangerous and deadly sharpness that tore through the air.

One more point and we could cut off Tangshan's lifeline.

"Bai Mo wins!"

It wasn't until Bei Feng announced Bai Mo's victory that Tang Shan gradually came to his senses. His face turned deathly pale, and he glanced at Bai Mo with eyes full of fear before silently walking off the stage.

At this moment, the audience was also in an uproar.

"Wow, that was fast! Did you guys even see it clearly?"

"No, that's so cool!"

"It seems he's going down the assassin route."

"Am I the only one who noticed that his wind wasn't ordinary wind?"

Ai Tutu sat in the front row, next to Mu Nujiao. Because they arrived early, they managed to get good seats.

"Wow, Sister Mu, Bai Mo is amazing! We're also wind-type, so we should be able to do that too!"

"Our star trail drawing speed isn't as fast as his, and our movements aren't as stealthy. This requires a very high level of wind control," Mu Nujiao analyzed earnestly.

"Next up, Dong Fan!"

The head of the Wind Department was a relatively gentle teacher. He did not criticize his students for being defeated by Bai Mo, an outsider. Instead, he looked at Bai Mo with admiration.

Don't be fooled by the fact that it was just a simple maneuver of the wind track to move to Tangshan's side. You should know that setting up the wind track also requires gathering wind elements.

It was obvious that Bai Mo had gathered the wind elements in an instant and connected them into wind trails, so much so that Tang Shan, who was also a wind element, did not even notice.

Dong Fan lost quickly, and in the same way as Tang Shan.

He was already paying close attention to the flow of the wind around him and the convergence of wind elements, and even used wind trails to move himself at the first moment.

However, his wind speed was nowhere near as fast as Bai Mo's. He was forced to stop after taking only one step. A wind-breath dagger was pressed against his neck.

"Ranked 998th, Li Hua!"

"Ranked 886th, Xu Kun!"

"666th place, Xia Yuhe"

"500th"

Yu Feng stepped into the arena, confident in his strength as the 500th ranked fighter. The period before and after 500 could be considered a watershed moment in the Wind Ranking's power rankings.

"Bai Mo, I admit you have some strength, but your path has only reached this point! Those trash who aren't even at the mid-level third stage can't compare to mages like us with profound mid-level third stage cultivation."

"Let's begin," Bai Mo said to the teacher, ignoring Yu Feng's meaning.

The competition begins.

Bai Mo instantly transformed into a gentle breeze, and Ling Yu stepped onto the wind track in the next instant. Bai Mo was not surprised at all, his eyes sharply fixed on Ling Yu, and he took a step to catch up with Ling Yu.

"Do you think I'm as blind to your true nature as those idiots?!" Ling Yu sneered, and a fiery red color rose from his hand.

A fireball shot towards Bai Mo beside him.

boom!

Flames burst open, and a vast expanse of light danced in the air.

However, all the people saw was a faint white aura surrounding Bai Mo, like a ribbon of wind. The flames that flew in were all swept up and annihilated in less than a second.

Yu Feng felt the wind around Bai Mo become even more ferocious, and then his vision blurred. When he could see clearly again, Bai Mo's wind blade was already pressed against his throat.

He hesitated for a moment, then said nothing and walked away.

"Isn't there anyone who can force him to use a mid-level spell?!" someone said resentfully.

"His wind element cultivation is not low. He was just playing around before, but now he's getting a little serious," said Xiao Jiu, who ranked fifth on the Wind Ranking, with a serious expression.

"Those ranked three hundredth and below, who lack a spirit seed and have poor control over magic, will not pose any trouble for him."

"Three hundred, Yang Qing!"

The afternoon sun was blazing, but the atmosphere in Feng Academy was not very lively. Before they knew it, they had reached the 300th. Watching the petite girl float onto the arena in a flash, Bai Mo blinked, feeling a little tired from standing.

However, finally someone with the demeanor of a master has arrived.

"Bai Mo, is it? I'll see what you're made of." Yang Qing didn't waste any words, and the battle began immediately.

Faced with Bai Mo's graceful arrival, Yang Qing did not follow the example of the others and step into the wind trail to evade Bai Mo's assassination attempt.

She could keep up with Bai Mo's speed. She saw a hand with an arm guard blocking Bai Mo's wind blade.

Then her pupils suddenly turned purple, and a string of lightning bolts shot up from her arm, the lightning bolts sensing the presence of an enemy.

It quickly swam towards Bai Mo.

Bai Mo's figure flickered, and he gracefully retreated.

The lightning strike hit the air.

"Your assassin skills are terrible." A voice appeared in his ear, and Yang Qing's figure appeared behind Bai Mo, with restless lightning in her hand.

"I don't like being an assassin." Bai Mo chuckled softly, leaving behind a swirling cloud of energy to be struck by lightning. He then appeared beside Yang Qing, handing over the wind blade once more.

However, Yang Qing seemed to be a mage who specialized in assassin techniques. Her reactions were very quick, and although her wind trail drawing speed was not as fast as Bai Mo's, it was still very fast.

As soon as Bai Mo raised her wind blade, her figure merged into the wind trail and vanished abruptly.

"Interesting." Bai Mo murmured softly, watching the dissipating azure breeze before him.

He recognized this spiritual wind; it was a jade wind, a decent type of wind that could significantly increase the user's wind speed.

"Don't get distracted while fighting a beautiful woman." Yang Qing's figure appeared behind Bai Mo at some point, his palm still crackling with purple lightning, striking towards Bai Mo.

With the current Origin Spirit Wind, Bai Mo indeed couldn't catch up with her. Therefore, Bai Mo decided against playing the assassin game.

The gentle breeze carried him away from his spot, giving Yang Qing no chance to leave. Wisps of pale white air swirled around him.

"Huff huff huff huff huff~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

The wind picked up quickly, and the wind tracks that Yang Qing had laid out beforehand were also shredded by the sudden rotation of the wind. In the blink of an eye, the gentle breeze that had been swirling around Yang Qing instantly turned into a raging gale.

The rapidly spinning wind wall was like a sealed, sturdy iron barrel, trapping Yang Qing inside. A twenty-meter-long tornado snaked its way into the sky, the pulling force of the airflow whipping everyone's hair. The massive wind drove the roar throughout the entire arena.

Yang Qing stood calmly within the ever-shrinking wind barrier. Beneath her feet, azure star trails continuously intertwined, and a whirlwind enveloped her.

As the magical energy was released, the whirlwind grew larger and larger. When the star map was fully formed, she forcibly condensed a tornado that was smaller than Bai Mo's tornado.

The tornado's wind wall expanded, slamming violently into the constantly contracting tornado outside.

"You can do that?" Bai Mo was a little surprised as he watched the tornado dissipate due to the sudden collision of air currents.

"But our winds are different." Shaking his head, Bai Mo mobilized more wind to flow into his tornado, saving the tornado that had been on the verge of collapse due to the impact.

"Such strong wind attribute control ability!" Teacher Beifeng's eyes narrowed. This scene looked simple, but even among the top ten on the wind ranking, not many people could do it.

The wind barrier continued to contract, and it was about to pull Yang Qing into it. At the last moment, the guardian teacher was about to make a move, but Bai Mo waved his hand and directly dissipated the wind barrier.

Yang Qing glanced at Bai Mo and nodded slightly. "You win."

Next up is 299, another student with spiritual wind abilities; his star trail drawing speed is even faster than Yang Qing's. But Bai Mo is no longer willing to use the assassin-mage approach, and the atmosphere in the room, which had just calmed down, is stirred up again by him.

The howling wind roared again, and the wind spirits, guided by Bai Mo, surged about, directly blowing the student out of the wind track.

The raging wind covered a distance of a hundred meters this time, and Bai Mo mobilized all the wind elements in the surrounding area, leaving none for that student.

So the student could only watch helplessly as the wind swirled around him, and eventually gave up.

In the ensuing battle, Bai Mo would unleash a wind-based magic with a mere wave of his hand, as if his magical energy were inexhaustible, and no one's mid-level magic could outpace him.

Even if they managed to escape one wind disk by using wind tracks, they found themselves quickly falling into the next one.

With the blessing of the Wind Spirit, Bai Mo's wind conduit is a hundred meters long. The wind elements in the air are like his subjects. As long as he gives an order, it is difficult for those wind-elemental students with equally profound cultivation to mobilize it.

Windmill! Windmill! And more windmills!

All they could see was the raging, bluish-white hurricane, and all they could hear was the howling wind.

From 299 to 199, from 199 to 99, no one could stop Bai Mo's wind. Even the wind mage, skilled in the art of assassination, could not touch the hem of Bai Mo's clothes.

If one fan isn't enough, get another one.

If you can't keep up with Bai Mo's speed of drawing magic, it will be difficult to draw mid-level magic to fight back against Bai Mo's pursuit.

"Won't his magical energy run out?"

"What exactly is going on?"

Questions kept coming from the students in the audience. At first, they would count how many wind discs Bai Mo released, but later they got too lazy to count.

"Strange, the earth elemental energy in this area seems a bit weak." A student who was ranked on the earth elemental list suddenly wondered to himself.

Meanwhile, a teacher from the Earth element in the stands looked at Bai Mo thoughtfully.

"Next up, number sixty, Lin Yue."

An ordinary-looking boy with an ordinary demeanor walked up slowly and looked at Bai Mo, saying:

"Bai Mo, stop now. You can't control what's coming next."

"Is there nothing else to say? Can we begin?" Bai Mo asked.

"All right."

As soon as the teacher finished speaking, Lin Yue's figure disappeared from the spot, and a dark red fireball appeared silently next to Bai Mo, suddenly exploding and sweeping across the area.

But his figure did not appear; he remained indistinctly moving, as if he could appear anywhere in the arena at any moment.

Bai Mo could see him clearly, but he couldn't lock onto him; this was the mark of a mage truly skilled in the art of assassination.

The wind howled, and the swirling air currents dispersed the dark red flames that were slapping against the white ink. The bluish-white wind pattern summoned a tornado that stretched for a hundred meters.

But just before the turbulent airflow was about to form an impenetrable barrier, Lin Yue's figure nimbly moved a hundred meters away, narrowly avoiding the wind turbine's coverage area.

Bai Mo remained calm, as a star map formed directly beneath his feet.

"I'm not one of those guys who's bad at drawing magic." The wind carried Lin Yue's ordinary and calm voice. Bai Mo only saw a wind element completely different from his own begin to surround him, quickly forming a tornado.

But as the tornado rose, a rapidly spinning gust of wind spread around Bai Mo, summoning a fierce wind dragon that soared into the sky as well.

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The two wind dragons collided violently. After the intense tremors and roars, the airflow surged wildly in all directions like a flood, and the waves crashed against the protective shield, causing the sturdy shield to tremble.

Flames erupted, illuminating the scene, and Lin Yue slammed her fist hard into the open ground in front of her.

"Dark Flame - Fierce Fist - Earth Strike!"

The majestic magical sound guided the scorching energy that surged into the ground, reddening the surface and flowing to Bai Mo's feet.

The raging flames burst forth from the earth, transforming into evil spirits that threatened to devour the people on the ground.

With a slight movement of his soul, a pair of dark silver boots appeared on Bai Mo's feet. As he leaped high into the air, specks of dust flew up with him.

The dust emitted a bright yellow starlight, outlining a solid and weighty star map.

"Ten thousand ren!"

The star map shone brightly, and as flames surged on the ground, bright yellow rocks gradually condensed and appeared from the star map.

"Rock barrier!"

The rock appeared to solidify slowly, but its speed was comparable to that of the surging flames. An ancient and tranquil aura rippled through it, and as it caught Bai Mo's falling figure, it finally transformed into its proper form.

"Phosphorus!"

A massive and heavy stone platform appeared beneath Bai Mo's feet. The bright yellow platform covered a distance of thirty meters. The earth-fire that surged from the ground rose arrogantly, but was completely blocked by the solid stone surface.

(End of this chapter)