In the following days, Fang Zheng stayed in the Mage Tower and learned those spells as quickly as possible.

Although he knew that haste makes waste, for now, showing off his strength in a high-profile manner was the best way to get the White Tower to pay more attention to him. Otherwise, if the White Tower thought that he was not worth training, Fang Zheng would probably have to face the choice of returning to the Temple again. Because of this, Fang Zheng did not have the slightest intention of hiding his incompetence, and eagerly learned every magic at the fastest speed.

Seeing Fang Zheng's growth rate, Rex didn't even have the energy to sigh. Although he had expected Fang Zheng to have a very high talent, his progress was too fast. It had only been more than half a month since he started teaching Fang Zheng magic, but Fang Zheng had already mastered the fourth-level magic completely - considering that he was learning four spell schools at the same time, this growth rate could be described as abnormal.

You know, even for the mages in the White Tower, it is impossible to reach this level without more than ten years of accumulation and learning.

What made Rex even more furious was that... what the other party showed was not just a simple talent in learning spells. To be honest, every time he saw Fang Zheng, Rex felt like he had lived a dog's life for the past few decades.

This feeling is not good at all.

And this is why Fang Zheng is standing here at this moment.

"Although I have adjusted your progress as much as possible, to be honest, I think you have exceeded the limit of what I can imagine. But this is still not enough. Mages are not nerds. Even if you learn the ninth-level spells, it will be useless if you don't have enough experience. So next I want you to go to a place, which can be said to be the arena of mages. At present, your knowledge is not bad, and the only thing you lack is experience. So I suggest you go there and have a good fight with those mages to hone your skills... Someone there will tell you how to do it. By the way, I have prepared a wizard robe and a magic wand for you. Take off your ridiculous clothes before you go. That is not a noble ball or banquet. No young lady will invite you to dance with you if you dress like this!"

"Is this the place?"

Fang Zheng, wearing a white robe and holding a staff, raised his head and looked at the space in front of him. After being driven into the teleportation array by Rex, he was teleported to this strange space.

Looking around, everything seemed to be suspended in the sky. Fang Zheng could see the floating stone slabs, the huge square in front of him, and the circles that moved automatically like elevators. He turned his head and looked around, and could see the pure white clouds hanging around, but the strange thing was that although it was extremely bright here, there was no sign of the sun. Not only that, when Fang Zheng lowered his head and looked down, he couldn't see the ground.

Is this the demiplane?

After this period of intensive study, Fang Zheng has learned some basic knowledge about mages, one of which is that mages like to use demiplanes to solve problems. After all, demiplanes are a method often used by mages. It is rumored that some powerful mages can even open up a demiplane space that is as large as half a country. From what Fang Zheng has seen so far, this is not much different.

"The spatial axis here is very fine, and there are traces of human adjustment. Master, I think this should be a man-made space."

At this time, Nymph, who was following Fang Zheng, also spoke up - it was strange, the little fellow was obviously extremely capable in this area, but he couldn't use any magic, which made people wonder why.

"let's go."

After taking a look around, Fang Zheng took a step forward. He was on a small platform with a closed stone door behind it. There was a strange and mysterious symbol carved on the door. But Fang Zheng knew that it was the symbol of Rex... That's why he appeared in this place now.

With Nymph, Fang Zheng walked onto a silver disc in front of the platform. After activating it with soul power, the silver disc automatically took the two of them and flew quickly towards the central square. The whole process looked like a scene from a science fiction movie, and even Fang Zheng couldn't help but admire it. However, Nymph didn't have any special expression. Perhaps in her world, this was not a very remarkable thing.

The silver disc carried Fang Zheng and Nymph to a corner of the sky plaza, and just as the disc came to a stop, Fang Zheng saw an invisible servant with runes all over his body "floating" to his side.

"Hello, Mage. Is this your first time at the Sky Arena?"

"That's right."

Hearing the invisible servant's question, Fang Zheng nodded. After getting the answer, the invisible servant quickly took out a scroll and handed it to Fang Zheng.

"Then please sign your name here, and the star seal."

"That's certainly no problem."

Having lived in this world for such a long time, Fang Zheng had a rough idea of ​​how this was basically a "signature plus a copy of the ID card", so he skillfully took the scroll and feather pen handed to him, signed his own name first, then took out the star pattern and stamped it on the signature on the scroll. A ray of light flashed by, and the next moment, a strange star pattern appeared on it.

"Mr. Fang Zheng from the Thunder Tower... Your number is 876. The first match will start in two minutes, so please be prepared. Your servant can stay on the disc and watch closely. Of course, you can also ask her to join the fight. The rules of the match are very simple. No matter what method you use, the winner can be determined by knocking your opponent off the stage, or the opponent surrenders directly, or loses consciousness. Don't worry about harming the personal safety of other participants. Any spells that will cause physical and mental damage will be strictly limited in power, so please don't worry."

"OK."

After listening to the invisible servant's words, Fang Zheng nodded. He had already heard the cheers coming from the square, the explosions caused by the collision of spells, and similar sounds.

Obviously, from the situation here, it can be seen that those mages are obviously not gentlemen who only talk but not take action.

While Fang Zheng was thinking, the disc under his feet floated up again and flew to the other side. Then Fang Zheng saw his disc landed silently in a small circular arena - it was about half the size of a football field, and was round like the Colosseum in ancient Rome. In the audience seats on both sides, there were only a few people. Fang Zheng raised his head and saw a man in a red robe opposite him, looking at him seriously.

"It's time to climb the ladder."

Fang Zheng muttered to himself as he stepped off the disc and stood at the position designated by the cursor. Then a wall of light appeared behind him, isolating Fang Zheng and Nymph. Then, a voice appeared in the center of the arena.

"The game begins."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Zheng saw the red-robed wizard opposite him start to raise his staff and chant a spell. The staff in his hand began to emit a dazzling red light, and the sound of the red-robed wizard chanting the spell became louder and louder in the arena. Soon, a bright red barrier appeared beside him, forming a solid shield...

Fang Zheng stood there without any reaction until the red-robed wizard finished casting the first spell. Seeing this, the red-robed wizard showed a smug smile. As a frequent visitor to the arena, he knew that many rookie wizards would behave like this when they first came here. They were just like those barbarians, stupid and didn't know how to fight at all. The battle between wizards was not as brutal as that between warriors, and the collision of wisdom was the main theme here. Now it seemed that this young man was also like this, so let me teach him the basic common sense here!

Thinking of this, the red wizard's hands began to dance, and he once again began to mobilize the power of his soul to condense runes. At this moment, he saw the black-haired young man raise his staff and point it at himself.

Humph, you are indeed a rookie, not chanting or casting spells, just relying on...

“Pah.”

But before the red wizard could finish his thoughts, the elemental shield in front of him shattered with a "pop" like a bubble, and then several flashes appeared in front of the red wizard's eyes. The magic missiles whizzed past mercilessly passed through the broken magic barrier and knocked the red wizard out heavily.

How is this possible? !

Feeling the burning pain in his body, the red wizard widened his eyes in surprise. But before he could stand up, the voice from before reappeared.

"No. 812 lost, and No. 876 was promoted to 812."