Chapter 697 - 319: What Kind of Trash Protagonist Script Is This?_2
After all, even if the Magick Wizard Academy advocates teaching without discrimination, in the Arcane cultivation system where a thousand people might have a thousand different experiences, small classes or even one-on-one teaching is ultimately the most effective.
The master-apprentice system of Ancient Mages also makes sense.
It’s not that they don’t want to teach; it’s just that teaching too many apprentices at once is indeed overwhelming.
Some professors who have taught him in the past did not suspect anything about his sudden change.
Firstly, this is Magick, the strongest Magic Academy on the continent — there is no rival. Any evil power can’t stir up waves here.
Secondly, such a sudden change in personality or a late bloom due to various reasons, leading to some personality issues, is considered normal and isn’t worth making a fuss about.
If there’s really a problem, it will be suppressed.
Does anyone really think the academy runs a charity hall?
Many professors, before they retired to teach at the academy, had their hands stained with the blood of many creatures!
...
Arcane Academy, practical class training ground.
The bell signaling the end of class rang, and countless Arcanists chirped as they walked out of the training ground, discussing the brilliant moments they just witnessed.
A classic scene of bragging and face-slapping had just played out during the class.
In an internal arcane duel within the class, Ilder used his exquisite arcane skills to harshly humiliate those he once envied intensely, sending two classmates who previously looked down on him straight to the infirmary.
This made Isidro and Goodell, who were temporarily responsible for teaching a class, frown.
By chance, Lu Wenwu had no class in the afternoon and came to find Isidro and Goodell for some personal tutoring.
Seeing his two uncles staring at Ilder, Lu Wenwu curiously asked, "Uncle Isidro, Uncle Goodell, what are you looking at?"
The middle-aged, handsome Long gestured with his chin, his gaze implying something.
Following his gaze, Lu Wenwu looked over and immediately spotted Ilder being surrounded by a crowd.
"Who is this?" He was puzzled.
Beside him, Goodell explained, "His name is Ilder, a senior student at the Arcane Academy. He’s been stealing the spotlight recently, having held back two years, and now suddenly advancing two levels to senior year, easily defeating several outstanding senior classmates..."
With a few words, the Divine Blood Knight briefly recounted the other person’s past and recent performance, and Lu Wenwu quickly understood the individual.
Lu Wenwu: "..."
Wow, thirty years east, thirty years west, don’t underestimate a young man’s poverty?
The classic plot of a trashy web novel protagonist’s rise!
Mocked for three years, then rising in anger, aggressively pursuing the path of bragging and face-slapping!
Yet this guy has been sticking around at school; what kind of golden finger did he get?
It couldn’t be that he awakened a transmigrator system...
Signing in at xx place, rewarding xx years of cultivation?
Making choices at xx event, rewarding xx level arcane skill level?
Or his pre-transmigration popular skill level panel, allowing him to indulge unconditionally... oh, this guy is lazy, so this isn’t likely.
Hmm... It can’t be a system where slacking off yields rewards, can it?
That’s a bit too Felulu and Cherry Tomato-like...
Watching the smug figure with its head almost tilted skyward, Lu Wenwu’s thoughts began to race like Mao Mao off its leash, dashing toward an odd direction.
Just as he spaced out, Ilder seemed to sense the gaze from behind.
When he saw it was Lu Wenwu, the previous excitement vanished, replaced by a strong burning anger, a feeling named "desire for revenge" spreading wildly in his heart.
Like wild grass, growing unchecked.
"Hey! You’re the number one among this year’s new students at the Magic Academy, the Invincible Tyrannosaurus War God, right?" Ilder suddenly said, a hint of crimson flashing in his eyes.
"Huh? You’re talking to me?" Lu Wenwu just snapped back to attention, "What’s up, is something wrong?"
This momentary confusion upon just realizing what’s happening, in Ilder’s twisted mind, is undoubtedly a form of contempt and disdain toward him, a silent insult and disregard.
Thus, he instantly became even more enraged, a shadow faintly flowing in his eyes.
"At the opening ceremony, the dean said your talent is unprecedented, able to compare with the realm of a Senior Mage, a heaven-defying existence. I refuse to accept this; do you dare have a Glory Duel among Casters with me?"
A Glory Duel among Casters?
Lu Wenwu raised his eyebrows.
He recently happened to come across this somewhat niche and obscure thing.
It’s a customary agreement for duels between Casters, born in the ancient years.
While there may be slight differences in implementation, overall, it’s a bet on each other’s honor under the witness of the God of Magic, to determine rank, or even decide life and death.
Why say it can also decide life and death?
Because it’s generally about taking offense, somewhat akin to unrestricted fighting types, rarely conducted due to hatred for a Glory Duel.
If there’s a true vendetta, who needs a duel? Just fight!
Overall, it carries a vibe reminiscent of Blue Star’s Middle Ages knight duels.
"I refuse." Lu Wenwu shrugged, "I even just learned your name today; why would I eat well and fight you?"
"You’re scared? Dare not compete with me to determine who’s the real genius?" Ilder’s lips curved into a mocking smile, "Worried you can’t defeat me and lose face? Afraid others will find out that your genius reputation is undeserved?"