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

Chapter 130 First Place on the Popularity Ranking

Before the surging, expanding flames could truly bloom into a flower of earth covering more than forty meters, they were pressed to the ground by the crashing phosphorescent rock barrier.

It disappeared along with the falling dust.

Bai Mo's figure did not fall to the ground; wisps of bluish-white breeze spread from his body, lifting him up.

At the same time, wisps of bluish-white wind instantly filled the entire arena, disrupting the wind trails that Lin Yue had previously set up.

The airflow swirled, stirring up the remnants of the wind disk that Bai Mo had released earlier. The howling sound grew louder and louder, giving Lin Yue no chance to escape this time. The rapidly swirling airflow quickly gathered, forming an iron barrel of wind that directly surrounded Lin Yue.

The previously quiet, dormant wind suddenly surged upwards like a dragon awakening, catching Lin Yue completely off guard. She didn't even have time to set up wind tracks again before being swept away by the storm.

Bai Mo did not harm him, but simply blew him out of the arena with the wind.

The next students will probably be similar to Lin Yue. Relying on their own wind-based abilities, they might be able to dodge the first wind disc while it's building up, and then use that time to condense mid-level magic to attack Bai Mo.

However, Bai Mo's earth magic defense was strong, making it difficult for them to harm him. Meanwhile, Bai Mo's wind disk was able to gather at a faster speed by taking advantage of the residual power of the previous magic.

The students behind him might have more shield magic tools or shoe magic tools, but for Bai Mo, it was just a matter of casting a few more spells.

"Tenth on the Popularity Ranking, Yang Ming."

The students were excited when they heard the department head announce his name.

"Yang Ming possesses a tenacious talent; his star trail drawing is difficult to interrupt, and he can even withstand two mental shocks from a mind-based mage. His magical drawing is also very fast, and he minors in summoning. This time, Bai Mo probably won't be able to defeat him, right?!"

"Exactly! I heard Bai Mo is a space-based expert. It would be too embarrassing if we let an outer court student actually fight our way to the Cloud God!"

"How is that possible? Yang Ming possesses a warrior-level contracted beast!"

Soon, Bai Mo saw a big, burly boy. As soon as the competition started, a familiar moon-white light shone around him.

A lightning leopard darted out, leaving a trail of leaping lightning in the air, and pounced on Bai Mo with lightning speed.

Bai Mo did not dodge. Several bright yellow starlight streaked across the sky, the light disappearing into the ground. The fifty-meter area in front of him instantly softened, turning into a vortex of quicksand that kept rotating towards the center.

The previously blurry Electric Leopard in everyone's eyes became clearer, and the quicksand vortex, enhanced by the spirit seed, flowed at a rapid speed, no less than that of an ordinary wind-driven disc. The servant-level Electric Leopard ran forward madly, its limbs leaving afterimages.

But the more they ran, the further they moved backward. Half of their long, powerful legs gradually sank into the sand, leaving fine, shallow cuts from the sharp rocks.

After defeating the opponent's summoned beast, Bai Mo noticed that a bluish-white wind was gradually gathering around him, but Yang Ming seemed not to see it. The moon-white star trails were being drawn methodically beneath his feet.

The wind swirled around him, but Yang Ming remained motionless. His body radiated an earthy yellow light as a set of rock armor enveloped him, while a shield, like a protective aura, surrounded him.

The shield was torn apart by the wind, but the armor was hard and heavy, and the wind blades could not cut through it all. Moreover, it seemed to be able to stabilize Yang Ming's body. He let the tornado lash him, but his body was like the roots of an old tree, standing firm and unmoving.

"Come out, Mantis!"

As the gale subsided, a huge summoning array appeared before Yang Ming, who solemnly recited the incantation.

The five-meter-tall Contract Demon Gate opened, and the first thing to rush out was a swarm of dark green winds, which suddenly arrived in front of Bai Mo.

Bai Mo felt countless sword energies rushing towards him, their sharpness stinging his skin, and the danger of being pierced through him in the next second!

The ground rippled, and his figure slid as if stepping onto a slide, quickly moving fifty meters away.

A hissing sound rang out from where Bai Mo had been standing. There, an X-shaped opening in the ground was filled with air currents, and a praying mantis, as tall as an adult, floated silently there.

Its dark green body is crystal clear, and its thin wings flutter rapidly, creating countless sharp gusts of wind that then wrap around its two straight forelimbs, which are as sharp as Tang swords.

The attack just now was launched when the Storm Mantis suddenly flew out of the contract space; it was incredibly sharp.

This reminded Bai Mo of Feng Ling's wind. A bluish-white whirlwind condensed in his hands, turning into a bluish-white wind blade, and the wind blade increased in number.

Facing the Storm Mantis that continued to pounce on him, Bai Mo's figure glided and dodged methodically. In his hands, countless bluish-white wind breaths quickly gathered into two giant wind blades.

The wind blades were thirty meters long, like two guillotines of death, pressing down on the incoming Storm Mantis.

As everyone could see, the air currents following the wind blades alone had already ripped a layer of skin off the ground. And the Storm Mantis's carapace was completely unable to withstand it.

Although the giant wind blade didn't seem to move very fast, it arrived in front of the Storm Mantis in the blink of an eye, and the Storm Mantis seemed to want to struggle. It extended its two long, hard, and sharp forelimbs.

"Clang~~~~~~~~~~!"

A piercing, sharp cutting sound rang out, and the Storm Mantis was sent flying by the enormous impact. The wind blades paused briefly before continuing forward, but the Storm Mantis's two forelegs were ripped open with large gashes.

If he continues to collide, he might be broken in two.

"I surrender!" Yang Ming shouted. He had no way to deal with the giant wind blade that carried a powerful tearing and cutting force.

The students in the audience were also discussing it animatedly.

"What's with that wind blade? Isn't a mid-level wind spell supposed to be a wind disc?"

"Control! This is control! No wonder he can easily disrupt other people's wind paths with his own wind."

"Control? I remember the Cloud God was born with the ability to control wind, right? Could this be another Cloud God?"

In the stands, Xiao Jiu, dressed in black with a serious expression, glanced at Bai Mo on the field, then looked at the boy beside her with a nonchalant expression, "Looks like he's just like you."

"No." Yunhua shook her head dismissively. "He's luckier than me."

"Hmm?" Xiao Jiu tilted her head, and seeing that Yun Hua didn't speak, she reached out and grabbed the man's ear, her tone unfriendly, "Speak up! Stop keeping me in suspense."

"Hey, hey, I'll talk, okay? Please don't hit me." Yunhua quickly grabbed her hand, then gestured for her to look at Bai Mo, saying:

"Did you see the wind that was always swirling around him? At first, the wind was pale white, and when he came in, there was still a wisp of wind on his shoulder."

"I saw it, what's wrong?"

"His wind element is acquired through talent. I don't know if he has a talent for wind, but he doesn't have the ability to control the wind element himself." Yunhua said, pointing to the swirling wind aura around Bai Mo.

"His wind-type summoned beast should be an elemental spirit, and it was the elemental spirit that granted him control over it."

"An elemental holy spirit!?" Xiao Jiu nodded knowingly and murmured, "No wonder you said he was luckier than you."

Seeing yet another person knocked out of the arena by the unpredictable elemental winds, Yun Hua shook his head and glanced at Xiao Jiu beside him.

"Let's not waste our time."

"Whatever you want." As soon as Xiao Jiu finished speaking, Yun Hua had already disappeared from the spot.

Just as the sixth person was about to go on stage, a wisp of azure breeze suddenly appeared in the arena, and then a figure emerged from the breeze.

This was a boy with thick, jet-black hair, styled in a medium length, and with a somewhat delicate face. He stood there motionless, yet gave off the feeling of a slowly floating current of air, his dark blue pupils sweeping over the crowd.

Like a spring breeze, it finally landed on the department head, and his voice, neither too loud nor too soft, rang out.

"Teacher, I'll play the next match. I haven't met an opponent in a long time, and I'm itching to play."

"Wow, it's Yunhua!" As soon as Yunhua finished speaking, students in the stands exclaimed in surprise.

"It's him. Ever since no one challenged him for half a year, this lazybones has been staying at home every day and never comes out unless necessary. It's been a long time since I've seen him."

"It's unbelievable that Yunhua actually considers Bai Mo a rival."

"They all have the ability to control the wind element. If I encounter someone with the same talent as me, I would like to have a competition with them."

"If you're not a brother, who are you to think you're talented?" The boy next to him felt that the person who was talking to him was being pretentious.

"Fu Yao".

"Fu Yao! Oh my god, Second Brother, I was too loud just now."

On the fighting field, Yunhua first told her teacher about her thoughts, and then her eyes fell on Bai Mo.

"Junior Brother Bai Mo, let's adjust the order. Are you okay with that? If you defeat me, you won't need to fight anymore."

"No problem." Bai Mo nodded, since the result would be the same anyway.

"Great." Yunhua smiled slightly. "I won't hold back later."

"Senior, just do your best. I won't hold back either."

Bai Mo looked at him. He was born with the ability to control the wind element. To be honest, Bai Mo was looking forward to fighting him. He was curious about how this person would use the wind.

In fact, not only Bai Mo was looking forward to it, but other students from the Wind Academy and some students from other academies also wanted to see Yun Hua's current strength.

With a shout of "The game begins!"

"Whoosh~"

A barely perceptible rumble seemed to rise from the previously quiet arena—the sound of the wind whistling past.

Then, in an instant, a faint azure color rose like mist, and all the wind elements in the entire arena gathered on one of the fighting areas.

"Domain?!" Bai Mo's pupils contracted.

"Almost there, but almost there." Yun Hua smiled calmly, glancing at the small patch of bluish-white surrounding Bai Mo. "Junior, you're quite impressive too."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and before anyone could see him connecting to the star track, dozens of wind blades, each an arm's length long, appeared directly around Bai Mo.

It came striking from all directions: up, down, left, right, and so on.

"Wind barrier!"

Bai Mo spread his palm out, and the bluish-white energy spread in all directions, forming a semi-circular wind barrier that protected Bai Mo in the center.

But the condensed wind blades easily broke through the spreading wind barrier. If one lap wasn't enough, then let's do a few more.

It wasn't until the third wind barrier rose that the incoming wind blades were finally blocked.

Bai Mo did not relax, because he saw the star map beside Yun Hua. As the star map unfolded, a vast expanse of sky-blue domain appeared.

One by one, wind vortexes with a diameter of one meter appeared, causing the surrounding air currents to swirl wildly.

Yunhua snapped his fingers and chuckled, "I call this move 'Wind Piercing Thrust'."

Before Bai Mo could even finish speaking, the vortexes seemed to have gathered enough energy, and one after another, slender wind arrows shot out rapidly through the air.

A whirlwind surged around Bai Mo, and the churning air currents transformed into a thick python tail, lashing out directly at the powerful wind arrow released by Yun Hua.

Both attacks are formed from solidified air currents. If an ordinary mid-level mage didn't have Yunhua's ability to adapt, they would naturally be defeated by his agile moves.

However, Bai Mo not only has absolute control over the wind element, but also possesses two wind seeds and one soul seed.

Although Yunhua's magic was much more powerful than a regular wind conch, it was still not as powerful as Baimo's magic.

The bluish-white python tail swept past the enormous wind arrows, which continued to slam towards Yunhua with undiminished force.

With a loud bang, dust billowed up, but Yunhua was no longer there.

All the people saw was a sky-blue figure moving quickly. Where he passed, there were wind blades like leaves, which circled around Bai Mo as he sped along.

Yunhua realized that he couldn't win by sheer strength. Therefore, he decided to win by sheer numbers, and his figure rose into the air as the air currents rippled.

As he soared, countless wind blades appeared in the air, each one so refined and sharp that they formed a huge semi-circular wind blade barrier, surrounding Bai Mo at the center.

As Yunhua's figure reached the highest point, his voice rang out.

"Manyo no Hiryū!"

Under Yunhua's control, the densely packed wind leaves gathered into a thick river of wind leaves, beautiful yet dangerous. Following his guidance, the wind leaves, like sharp demon-slaying tools, poured down on Baimo.

Bai Mo looked up at the myriad leaves flying in the air like a long blue dragon, and thought that Yun Hua must have watched too many anime.

However, this move is indeed powerful. The jets of water not only contain a strong impact force, but each blade is like a sword, emitting a terrifying penetrating and cutting force.

"Holy crap, this is an attack from a mid-level mage?"

A classmate looked at the wind and clouds that covered half of the arena and exclaimed in surprise.

Bai Mo wasn't idle either; he was actually preparing a powerful move.

All that could be seen was a one-meter-wide column of bluish-white air appearing where Bai Mo was, and then this seemingly ordinary column of wind shot into the sky.

It was like flames and fountains erupting from the ground, or like a sword pillar containing endless sword energy, carrying powerful impact and penetrating force, as it stabbed towards the descending river of wind-blown leaves.

The high-speed rotating wind pillar wall was exceptionally hard, firmly protecting Bai Mo in the middle, and the impact it carried was in no way weaker than that of the massive wind-blown river.

Because of the increased cohesion, the wind pierced through the myriad streams of wind, and its remaining force surged towards Yunhua, who was in mid-air.

The impact was so solid and fast that it gave Yunhua no time to react.

If they were to collide solidly, the immense force would instantly shatter Yunhua into pieces.

(End of this chapter)