Chapter 698 - 319: What Kind of Trash Protagonist Script Is This?_3
Before Lu Wenwu could say anything, Isidro grabbed his magic staff to teach the guy in front of him, who didn’t know his limits and was spouting nonsense, a harsh lesson.
Luckily, Goodell quickly reacted and stopped him.
"What’s wrong with you, man?"
Lu Wenwu had a look on his face as if he was seeing an idiot, his eyes full of confusion.
This duel challenge was just as abstract as the Divine King’s gamble.
"You, held back two years, always at the bottom of the class; I, have been at the top of the Magic Academy’s lower years since enrolling, do we even need to compare?"
"Although I don’t consider myself a magic or arcane genius, any clear-eyed person should be able to see who has the higher talent, right? Besides, even if I only occasionally attend arcane classes as a listener, my grades aren’t bad!"
"Pfft..."
Someone couldn’t hold it in anymore, laughing from a shadowy corner.
A barely noticeable wave of pointing and whispering arose from all directions, making it hard to hear clearly, yet it was indeed happening.
Lu Wenwu definitely wasn’t highly talented in arcane matters.
But he couldn’t be helped — his spiritual power and soul power were overwhelming, and he could just stack mid-low tier arcane models on sheer mass.
This placed him at the top among the lower-year students at the Arcane Academy — even if he only attended once or twice a week, and usually not even the purely offensive type of arcane classes.
Ilder’s face turned visibly red with embarrassment, the color changing at light speed.
He pointed at Lu Wenwu, his whole body trembling with intense fury.
Humiliation!
This was a naked public humiliation!
He wished he could eat Lu Wenwu’s flesh, drink his blood, and grind his bones to dust to quell his anger!
Before Ilder could get another word in, Lu Wenwu added fuel to the fire: "And anyway... everyone should know that us mages are quite special, we only start cultivating formally after enrolling, meaning I’ve actually only cultivated for a few months."
"And you, this... this... uh... sorry, what’s your name again? I got distracted and didn’t really catch it."
He suddenly stalled here, turning back to glance at Goodell.
Goodell, suppressing laughter, whispered, "His name is Ilder."
"Oh right, Ilder."
Lu Wenwu suddenly remembered and turned his head back.
"You see, Senior Ilder, you should have been cultivating since you were little, far longer than I have. Why do you think that defeating me, a mage who’s only been cultivating for a few months, proves you’re more talented than I am? It doesn’t make sense logically!"
"No matter how you look at it, you should be challenging your peers who enrolled the same year as you, right? From what I know, one of your batchmates has already advanced to the Sixth Ring, and after early graduation, successfully applied to stay on as a teaching assistant now."
"Defeating her would be proof of your power and talent."
"Just so happens, I just happen to have that senior’s contact information. Do you need me to send a duel invitation for you?"
After saying that, he stared earnestly at the other person.
Lu Wenwu wasn’t bluffing; he really did have it.
That Sixth Ring Arcanist senior was currently running errands with a professor for the school, coincidentally located in the Zijing Empire.
As someone who nearly took her under his wing, Lu Wenwu naturally knew her.
His earnest gaze made Ilder’s originally red face turn all sorts of colors, like a neon light switching back and forth.
Defeating a Sixth Ring Arcanist?
This was sheer lunacy!
He was just barely at the Fourth Ring, facing a two-realm gap. What kind of battle could he possibly win?
𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
In the end, Ilder, seemingly unable to bear the humiliation, left in a huff after leaving a venting "Just you wait," looking just like a trash protagonist planning to showcase his skills after being insulted by an antagonist.
All that was left was the uproarious laughter of the other arcanists and professors, and a bewildered Lu Wenwu.
The entire training ground was filled with an air of cheer.