Chapter 30 - Magic Fighter Lock Fan Wins

“Master, master!” Fidel burst into the old man’s courtyard and saw three people and a dog lying there after eating, all looking satisfied, which made him feel a bit sad.

He sniffed the lingering aroma in the pot, his eyes filled with a touch of resentment.

How dare you, Nono, eat delicious food without calling me?

After all I’ve done for you, I was blind!

“Why are you here?” Nono looked up at Fidel and then lay back down beside Lu Hong.

“I came to bring you some news.” Fidel, worrying about the competition that had just ended, looked towards Lu Hong.

“After you left the arena, a huge upset occurred.

Magic Fighter Lock Fan defeated three knight contestants all by himself.

Master, you need to be careful!”

“Magic Fighter?!” Lu Hong was taken aback.

He knew of the Magic Fighter from the Sky Game, a hidden profession that could substitute as the top choice for a warrior.

Long ago, someone had suggested replacing the warrior mainstream profession with the Magic Fighter.

However, since turning into a Magic Fighter required learning many skills, including spending a lot of time communicating with various attributes, most Magic Fighters were mediocre and accomplished little, so the suggestion was dropped.

“Yes, the Magic Fighters usually ranked third last place, but somehow this time, Lock Fan’s strength is impressive.

He displayed a high level of proficiency in three types of magic on the stage.

Master, you really need to be careful!

The Magic Fighters are facing the priests this afternoon.

Do you want to go watch?”

“When this afternoon?

I’ll go take a look.” Lu Hong decided to go early to investigate.

If there really was someone proficient in three types of skills, that person would definitely be Lu Hong’s top opponent.

“Hey, why didn’t you highlight this important person Lock Fan on the material you gave me?” Lu Hong nudged Nono beside him.

Last time with Nola was one thing, but how could he miss a powerful character like someone who could defeat three opponents?

“I’m not all-knowing.

Obviously, the teachers from the Magic Fighters hid Lock Fan’s information,” Nono pouted, quite unhappy.

Being helpful and organizing the competitor information without even a thank you, and now blaming her for what’s not done right, ha!

What a jerk!

“Such an incredible student has appeared?” The first time the old man heard about someone defeating three, he said, “How about this, sir, tonight I’ll go handle it and beat this Lock Fan up, ensuring he won’t be able to appear on the stage tomorrow?”

Thinking of how he had bet on his young master to win, the old man felt a surge of wicked courage.

“Alright, then you get ready.

I’ll cover for you tonight.” This old man, always pulling useless tricks.

“Woof, woof, woof, woof woof (Brother, leave this person to me, I’ll take him down in minutes)!” The dog felt his chance to earn some credit had come, so he also volunteered to help Lu Hong settle the matter.

“Enough chatter from all of you.

If I win, I want to win fair and square.

We’ll talk after watching the match this afternoon.

And Doggy, you are not allowed to join me on stage later, as that would steal my limelight.”

So, Lu Hong arrived on time for the afternoon match, and under the referee’s announcement, the showdown between the priests and Magic Fighters began.

“Lock Fan, I know you are strong,” the priest contestant stood in front of Lock Fan, feeling the pressure, “but I won’t lose too badly!”

Look at this, practically admitting defeat already.

“Oh?

How many skills do you think you can withstand from me?” Lock Fan didn’t rush to attack, instead amusingly watching the tense priest opposite him.

“Probably just one or two moves, but I can’t lose too disgracefully, or it would bring shame to the priest profession.” Such an honest answer.

Well, our priest contestant, the moment you started speaking, your profession’s reputation was already lost.

Didn’t you see your teacher below the stage already unable to resist coming up to drag you away?

“Since you’re so self-aware, I’ll let you strike first,” Lock Fan signaled the priest to take his move.

“Okay!” The priest quickly agreed and without hesitation began chanting his strongest skill.

“You’re playing dirty!” Hearing the priest’s lengthy chant, Lock Fan became a bit angry.

You should know that this priest was chanting a Level 11 ultimate skill, the strongest damaging skill for the priest profession in the First Transition, called Storm’s Call.

Such skills were impossible to use one-on-one; just the chanting alone, which lasted more than a minute, meant the opponent was not an idiot.

So when Lock Fan let him strike first, the priest didn’t hesitate.

He immediately went for his strongest move, seeing as he was allowed to go first.

Since he had already spoken, Lock Fan decided not to forcibly interrupt the opponent’s chant.

A man must keep his word, for it would surely invite laughter from those below the stage if he acted otherwise.

And so, time passed by seconds and minutes.

The sky gradually darkened, and rolling clouds came just in time to cover the sky above the arena.

Piercing bolts of lightning streaked continuously across the dark clouds, each one as thick as a normal person’s arm.

It really was a major move, known as the strongest area damage skill among First Transition Professions.

“Thunder Strike!

Fall!” The Ritual Student finally completed his chant, and with a roar, the lightning in the clouds poured down, blanketing Lock Fan.

“Shield of Earth!” Although the summoned storm was fierce, Lock Fan had already prepared.

With the skill invoked, Lock Fan’s sword glowed yellow, and with a swing, it drew a heavy earthen wall from the ground, firmly protecting in front of him.

“Earth element?!” The entire arena was in an uproar, mastering three types of skills had already been astonishing, and now he used a fourth type.

If Lock Fan hadn’t known this earth skill, he probably wouldn’t have been able to block the onslaught of the storm attack, but now it was no problem at all.

The moment Lock Fan raised his earth shield, our Ritual Student’s face turned extremely unsightly.

Lightning hammered down like rain, heavily bombarding the earth shield, instantly shattering the defenses that Lock Fan had raised.

But in the next moment, Lock Fan swung his sword again, and wherever the sword light went, the earth shield followed like a shadow.

The storm attack kept pounding down, yet Lock Fan’s defenses were always just in time to block them.

This continued for three minutes.

The lightning power in the clouds was finally exhausted, and by then, Lock Fan was panting heavily, his magic heavily depleted.

“Blocked?

He blocked it?” The spectators below thought it was inconceivable.

Normally, the only way to deal with Storm Call was to flee, to escape the area blanketed by the clouds.

To directly confront the lightning?

Even knights wouldn’t dare!

A few hits might be possible, but being continuously struck by lightning — even knights couldn’t sustain it.

As for other professions, there generally wasn’t a chance of resisting.

This time, Lock Fan had overturned their common sense.

“This boy can truly be called a great genius of our Holy Divine Empire!” The bigwigs all gave him the highest appraisal, finding such a capable student in these academic settings was truly rare in a century!

Comparing him to the scions of prestigious private families, Lock Fan would easily rank in the top ten.

“Hey, your student Lock Fan seems very promising.

Why not let him come to our Bauhinia Academy?” One bigwig suggested to the principal beside him.

“Hehe, you are indeed generous, sir.

It’s not easy for my academy to cultivate a decent student.

Please, do us a favor and let us keep some reputation,” the principal quickly responded with an ingratiating smile.

Though Kains Academy was the only academy in the imperial capital and sat in the shadow of the Seven Towers of the Sacred Empire, anyone slightly familiar with the inner workings of the empire knew that this academy was barely a step above those civilian academies.

Descendants of countless powerful clans wouldn’t send their children here for study.

Although Jinrui City was the imperial capital, only two families were situated within it.

The rest were well outside, each holding their ground, with the Eight Great Families firmly guarding the capital.

These eight families jointly established three schools: Bauhinia Academy, Tulip Academy, and Academy of the Swordsmen, specialized in military talent.

These three academies were the strongest in the empire, and any student from these could easily rank in the top three at Kains Academy.

In fact, whenever Kains Academy held their grand melee, they would specifically invite these tycoons to show off Kains Academy.

The obvious intent of these tycoons was to identify talents and secretly recruit them for strengthening their families or powers.

However, asking directly for someone like this was still unprecedented.

Our principal was very unhappy but couldn’t really object, for he simply wasn’t on their level, and couldn’t afford to provoke them.

“Oh come on, aren’t you happy?

Lock Fan must go to Bauhinia Academy, staying at yours is just wasting his potential!” the bigwig said discontentedly, leaving no room for argument.

“Hehe, what do you mean ‘only Bauhinia Academy’?

I think he’s better suited for our Tulip Academy,” another academy bigwig spoke up, not particularly keen on recruiting Lock Fan but wanting to stir things up lest the principal of Kains Academy give in under pressure, thus drawing fire.

“You’re talking nonsense.

When did your Tulip Academy start teaching Magic Fighters?” the Bauhinia Academy bigwig retorted dissatisfiedly.

“What’s it to you?

If he comes to my Tulip Academy, I’ll immediately get the best Phantom Demon Emperor to teach him.” A Phantom Demon Emperor was a powerful Third Transition profession for Magic Fighters.

“Hmph!” Realizing that the Tulip Academy bigwig was just trying to thwart him, the Bauhinia Academy bigwig chose not to say anything further.

Arguing over such matters could be endless and unproductive.

Better to conserve energy and consider more effective ways to covertly recruit.

“I’ve lost…” After completely blocking the Storm Call, our straightforward Ritual Student lost all courage to fight.

“In this duel, the winner is Lock Fan!”