Today is finally the day for the live-fire exercise.
Holding the silver magic wand in his hand, Wu Yu's heart was filled with unease. This would be his debut battle as a magician, and the cool magic battle he had once fantasized about could finally be staged in real life.
This staff was a gift Wu Yu brought back from the Dragon Merchant Guild. It was worth a full one hundred gold coins and was the best staff that an intermediate mage could wield.
Unlike melee weapons, staves, as magic amplifiers, do not have strict requirements for users. Even the [Star Staff], which is said to be almost a divine artifact and is displayed in the Dragon Merchant Guild, can be used by a first-tier mage. It's just that ordinary mages cannot bring out the full performance of a high-quality stave.
There's a reason why someone would choose equipment that doesn't match their own abilities.
Choosing the wrong price might make Yi Fang lose face, while taking away her prized possession would make him seem greedy. Wu Yu weighed the options for a long time before making this choice, and he wasn't entirely sure if the price was right.
Moreover, Wu Yu is very self-aware. With his trash talent, he might only ever reach the intermediate level of mage. By getting the equipment right this time, he might never need to buy a new staff again.
Since leaving the Dragon Merchant Guild, Yi Fang has still not come to sign a contract with him. It seems that finding a magical contract that can bind an eighth-tier epic is not an easy task even for Yi Fang. Thinking that his level is fake, Wu Yu felt a little guilty.
Actually, Wu Yu was quite surprised that Yi Fang chose to believe his one-sided story. He was wondering how to fool her, but in the end, he realized he had worried too much. He just didn't know if she would verify it again before officially signing the contract.
Although the decision to seek cooperation with Yi Fang was made on short notice, Wu Yu had already planned to ask for help. He originally intended to start working on the Holy Light Festival after the practical training was over, but now he had unexpectedly connected with Yi Fang, which could be considered a stroke of luck.
It seems a bit brainless to restore one's left hand and then use it to kill people, but the ability to defeat an enemy with a single blow is Wu Yu's only bargaining chip.
As long as Yifang never accepts payment, he will make a huge profit. Even if Yifang does accept payment, Wu Yu will at most return his left hand. He won't lose out either way, and since he got a magic wand for free, he can even say he made a small profit.
The Holy Light Festival is held every year. Let's see how Yifang performs this time. There will be plenty of opportunities to repair my left hand later.
"Wu Yu, Wu Yu, what do you think of today's match?" Just as Wu Yu was lost in thought, his classmate Phillis suddenly came over and asked.
"Just play however you want, I'm not going to lose anyway." Wu Yu's statement exuded confidence. "What about you?"
"I don't know. Everyone is quite strong. I've only been learning magic for less than a year, so I might not be a match for the other students," Phillis answered honestly.
"It's alright, the outcome of this competition is meaningless anyway," Wu Yu comforted him.
Wu Yu was right. This competition was similar to the diagnostic tests that schools used to hold, and it had no impact on the students.
Aside from giving a small prize to the first-place winner, there will be no reward or penalty for any other place.
Even the competition format was designed to be very casual: random draws, two-on-one duels, and the winners advance. As long as everyone can get to the ring to fight, the academy doesn't care at all whether there will be situations where the strength is not equal.
"It's a pity we both have matches at the same time and can't come to cheer you on," Phillis said regretfully.
"It's okay, I should be able to finish the fight in ten seconds. There's no point in you coming to watch. I'll come and cheer you on when the time comes," Wu Yu comforted him.
Wu Yu wasn't bragging. With the system around, if his opponent couldn't be instantly killed, he would definitely lose if the fight continued. In that case, there would be no need for Wu Yu to waste any more time on the stage. If his first attack failed, he would simply surrender.
“Okay, I’ll wait for you then,” Phillis replied happily, and then walked towards his arena.
After waving goodbye to Philliss, Wu Yu also went to his own arena.
The teacher had been waiting here for a while; it seemed he had come specifically to oversee the battle, since I was the only one he had high hopes for.
Wu Yu gave his teacher a reassuring look and casually stepped onto the stage.
The rules are simple: knocking the enemy off the stage or having them surrender means the match is over. With a sixth-tier expert as the referee, neither side needs to worry about going too far. They can confidently unleash their full power. If an attack could threaten their life, the referee will naturally stop it.
Not everyone fights at the same time. Those students who haven't had their turn yet watch from below the arena. Perhaps because Wu Yu was already famous when he enrolled, quite a few people came to watch his matches.
"This Wu Yu has been so arrogant since he entered school. Today we'll finally make him look bad. You know, his opponent is a top student from Class B, a second-tier mage. I heard Wu Yu isn't even a mage yet. He'll definitely get crushed today." A well-informed student in the audience started commenting on the match.
"No way, the students the princess personally recruited must be quite capable, right?" someone said skeptically.
"Who knows what his relationship with the princess is? He's probably just a silver-spear candlestick. I also think he's bound to be disgraced today," someone said.
"How dare you speak ill of the princess! Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"
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