Chapter 415: The Challenge from the Weakest
Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
Translated by XephiZ Edited by Aelryinth
“The challenge begins now!” Wei Rong declared without listening to Bai Mei’s advice.
The crowd immediately cheered. They enjoyed watching bustling scenes. Besides, Mo Fan had infuriated half of them. They wished they could take Zhang Youhe’s place so they could beat all Mo Fan’s teeth out.
Zhang Youhe’s smile became brighter. He began to draw the Stars while mocking Mo Fan’s stupidity with a carefree tone. The Stars swiftly formed a Star Pattern.
Unfortunately, the smile on his face froze when he was halfway finished with casting the Spell.
“How fast… how could this guy’s casting speed be so fast!” Zhang Youhe was stunned. His eyes were fixed on the flames engulfing Mo Fan.
Hot flames burned around Mo Fan, turning him into a fiery demon. The scorching heat spread to the surroundings with him as the center, sweeping at everyone’s face.
“Trash always talks too much,” said Mo Fan disdainfully.
The flames burned fiercely around his wrist. Wild flickers emitting blinding glows would appear at times.
As he threw a punch, fire jetted out of Mo Fan’s fist like a tiny volcano. The rolling flames turned into the shape of a fan as they journeyed through the air, landing on Zhang Youhe.
Zhang Youhe was dumbfounded. He had only finished half of the Star Pattern!
He desperately activated his defensive equipment. Unfortunately, his equipment was not enough to resist the blast. His whole person was engulfed in flames, as the blast knocked him flying…
Zhang Youhe’s figure flew in an arc and slammed into the ground outside of the boundary. Scorch marks could be seen across his body.
Zhang Youhe’s Fire was only ordinary flames. It did not grant him any resistance to the Fire Element. When he was caught on fire, it immediately burned through a layer of skin…
“Such a trashy student, how could he possibly be ranked seven hundred and thirty-sixth?” Mo Fan raised his fist and blew it like a cowboy, extinguishing the remaining ripples of fire.
Mo Fan was directing his words toward Wei Rong. Since the gorilla teacher was picking on him, Mo Fan had no intention to back off.
Wei Rong’s lips contorted. Perhaps his lungs were expanding?
“The kid is quite impressive,” Bai Mei said with a smile.
“Humph, that’s all he got. There are many people who can send Zhang Youhe flying with a Fiery Fist in the Fire School,” said Wei Rong.
Wei Rong never expected a single challenger alone was enough to deal with Mo Fan. A person who did not have many capabilities up their sleeves would not be so boastful!
“I’ll go ahead and heal him. It looks like it’s going to be a long day for me,” said Bai Mei as he walked toward the boundary of the dueling ground.
“You’re overestimating him!”
The next challenger went up. Mo Fan had long prepared for it.
The second challenger was a female student ranked six hundred and forty-fifth. Her strength was not significantly greater than Zhang Youhe, but she was fairly cautious. She knew Mo Fan’s casting speed was outstanding, thus she took a defensive approach right at the start.
“Fire, and Water Elements, girl, aren’t you being a little bit too contradicting?” Mo Fan ignited a puff of Fire Burst in his hand and adeptly aligned the Stars.
“Why do you care?” The girl was unyielding. Water-like ribbons flowed around her.
“If you’re so keen on defense, why don’t you go to the Water School…” Mo Fan hurled the Fire Burst accurately at his opponent.
The female student was casting the Basic Water Spell, Water Barrier. Her Water Barrier had reached the third tier. As long as she was not being attacked continuously, a new defensive barrier would appear close to her.
Mo Fan was purposely teasing the girl. He was timing his Fire Burst perfectly, so that her Water Barrier could recover in time, yet she could not cast her attacking Spell in time.
“The kid is wasting his energy. He could easily defeat his opponent, yet he’s doing this… I knew he was a proud, arrogant good-for-nothing,” Wei Rong harrumphed. He despised Mo Fan’s method.
A duel was a duel. How could he treat it like a joke? If he did the same against demon beasts, he would die a horrible death to creatures that were weaker than him!
The six hundred and forty-fifth ranked student was no match for Mo Fan, after all. She was also aware that Mo Fan was only teasing her. She decided to forfeit the match and left the stage. Before she left, she even glared at the man who had made her into a joke in front of the school!
“Toilet break please!”
Mo Fan was indeed shameless. He was trying all possible reasons to delay the continuous challenges, just so he could replenish as much energy as possible.
“What are you thinking now? If you were to delay the duels again, why don’t you just concede!” snapped Wei Rong.
“Why would I concede? It’s just that I’ve ate too much during my lunch. Are you saying that I can’t have a stomachache?” said Mo Fan in a righteous manner, although it was his third time requesting to go to the restroom.
At this time, Mo Fan had defeated six challengers.
As the ranking of the challengers increased, it took Mo Fan more energy to defeat his opponent. He had already consumed a third of the energy of his Fire Nebula.
It would soon deplete after he cast a few more Intermediate Spells!
“Next one… Zheng Jiahui… mmm?” Wei Rong frowned as soon as he read the name aloud.
What is this last ranked student doing here? The challengers from before were all ranked relatively close to five hundredth, and it was clear that they were a lot weaker than Mo Fan. Zheng Jiahui could not even draw a Star Pattern correctly in a duel. Wasn’t the outcome of the duel obvious?
Zheng Jiahui looked timid as usual. It was his first time standing on the stage in front of such a great crowd. His figure was still trembling as he walked onto the stage.
Mo Fan’s eyes glistened when he saw him, as if he were his savior.
The kid has not let him down. If his turn only came after the attempts from two hundred challengers, wouldn’t that mean he would have to defeat two hundred people before him?
“Why is he the challenger? HAHAHA, is he really serious about trying to take advantage of the situation, just like those idiots who lost?” Someone among the crowd burst into laughter.
“This Mo Fan is quite impressive. He had already defeated Zhao Pingjun who’s ranked five hundred and thirty-eighth. This Zheng Jiahui is going to end up worse than Zhang Youhe!”
“I’ve fought that guy before. He challenged me to a duel in an aggressive manner, yet he could not even draw an Intermediate Star Pattern during the fight. I was standing stationary waiting for him to attack, but he couldn’t do it. It was such a joke. Why would the Pearl Institute’s main campus accept this idiot?”
The Fire School burst into laughter as soon as Zheng Jiahui went up to the stage.
Why would he try to embarrass himself? He had wasted a precious chance for the other challengers to try their luck. Besides, the challengers after him were surely ranked in the top five hundred!