Chapter 63
Joelson was totally excited.
This was an unexpected surprise.
If he consumed a bottle of dragon blood potion, his physique and spiritual power would both improve…
His gaze fell on the other bottle of golden-red transparent "enhanced" dragon blood potion in his hand.
He experienced the pain again.
Joelson was a little hesitant, but his gaze quickly became firm.
There was a rare determination hidden in his eyes.
He was going all out!
"Is Joelson here?"
Tang Man frowned and asked Elsa beside him.
Elsa shook her head.
"The library, the Pharmacy a.s.sociation, and his residence have all been searched, but there's nothing."
"Could he have gone out?"
"The guards said they didn't see him pa.s.s by."
"What about the Dean?"
"Sir Harriet said…"
Elsa hesitated for a moment and said, "Let him go."
Tang Man fell silent.
This time, the situation was even worse than in the previous years.
This time, the geniuses of Knight Academy were too arrogant and egotistical.
Since yesterday, more than ten students could not help but challenge them.
Of course, the outcome was even more miserable than Francis'.
The student called Hawthorne in Knight Academy was a little restrained at the beginning. He just defeated his opponent.
But later on, he no longer had any scruples about attacking. Seven students were injured.
Tang Man tried to talk to Engel, but the answer was, even Engel couldn't restrain Hawthorne.
In the academy, he was famous for being crazy. He even challenged his own teacher.
Tang Man couldn't attack Hawthorne because of his status as a teacher.
He was so angry that his ears were about to spit fire.
The Knight Academy of the Yheng Empire, the Tulip Academy of the Alcott Empire.
The first day of the compet.i.tion between the two Empires' strongest academies.
Each academy would send out three genius students to partic.i.p.ate in the compet.i.tion.
The compet.i.tion would last for a total of three days. The academy that won.
In the second year, they would be qualified to visit the academy of the losing side.
The Tulip Academy had been the host for three consecutive years.
It was a huge humiliation.
The students of all grades had gathered in the small square in the center of the academy.
The dueling platform had already been set up. Several tier 8 magicians had worked together to set up a magic barrier that was sufficient to withstand any energy attack below tier 9.
When the group of knights from the Knight Academy appeared, there was a burst of commotion at the scene.
Many angry and hateful gazes gathered on them.
Hawthorne's actions had caused all the students of the Tulip Academy to have an extremely bad impression of them.
Most of the knights were not in a good mood. Being stared at by thousands of people with hatred in their eyes, it was as if their bodies had been p.r.i.c.ked by needles.
Hawthorne, on the other hand, looked indifferent. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and a faint smile hung on his face as if he was mocking everyone.
There were also Don Quixote and the blonde girl, who were very calm and indifferent from the beginning.
Engel was also a little embarra.s.sed.
They had once worked together in the four-nation trial, and Dunman had even saved his life. They could be considered very good friends.
However, because of Hawthorne, Dunman did not speak to him anymore. When they met, he would just coldly snort, let alone drink together.
Harriet Terrence appeared on the field and announced the official start of the exchange match.
Before Engel could say anything, Hawthorne had already flipped over and jumped onto the stage.
There was a wave of boos below the stage.
Dunman's expression was unsightly. Standing beside him was the first partic.i.p.ant of the Tulip Academy of Magic.
Rodin.
He had challenged the sixth grade's first student, Joelson.
At this moment, Rodin's face was also filled with solemnity.
He had seen Hawthorne make a move.
He was too strong.
He had no confidence in defeating his opponent.
He had endured until now and did not challenge him. It was only because Rodin was afraid.
If he did not go on stage, he would lose the right to represent the Tulip Academy.
Rodin cast a levitation spell and slowly landed on the stage.
Waves of cheers immediately rang out from below the stage.
A tier 5 mage!
Everyone looked at the Knight Academy's side with provocative gazes.
It was as if they were saying, "Did you see that? Our Tulip Academy also has a tier 5 mage genius."
The corner of Hawthorne's mouth rose, and he laughed contemptuously.
A tier 5 mage?
Was he very powerful?
Rodin hovered in the air, looking down at Hawthorne from a high vantage point.
It seemed that Rodin's aura was a little stronger.
But it wasn't like that at all.
Hawthorne's expression was much more relaxed than Rodin's.
"Tulip Academy's sixth-grade student, Rodin Yekis, please advise."
Rodin gave Hawthorne a standard magician's etiquette.
Hawthorne smiled indifferently.
"Are you done? Alright, I'm about to begin."
Rodin nodded solemnly.
Hawthorne dragged his longsword on the ground and slowly ran towards Rodin. His speed became faster and faster until, in the end, he could only see a blurry black shadow running on the ground.
"So, what if he runs fast? What's the use? Senior Rodin is in the sky, how can he fight?!"
"Hahaha, this guy is going to lose!"
"Beat him up, senior Rodin!"
"He can only talk now. Senior Rodin beat him until he can't speak."
The morale of the Tulip Magic Academy was very high.
Rodin's mood was slightly relaxed.
A tier 5 knight could not hover in the air, nor could he let his combat aura leave his body.
Hawthorne should not be able to attack him.
Therefore, he was naturally in a position where he would not lose.
What he needed to consider now was to beat his opponent until he admitted defeat before he ran out of mana!
Rodin's eyes were burning with confidence.
The wind elements gathered towards him.
Rodin was preparing for the strongest spell he knew at the moment.
Level-5 spell, wind blade hurricane.
His eyes were fixed on Hawthorne's figure, trying to lock onto him with his spiritual power.
Countless tiny wind blades had already formed around him, and the hurricane was about to appear.
Suddenly, Hawthorne, who was running, stopped abruptly.
From his fastest speed to stopping, if it was not for the effect of the magic barrier, he would have made a big hole in the duel platform.
Boom!
Hawthorne stomped on the ground and suddenly jumped up.
Like a wolf, he pounced on Rodin.
Rodin panicked and subconsciously threw out his magic.
Countless wind blades gathered to form a hurricane that rushed out and pressed straight towards Hawthorne.
Hawthorne did not dodge.
Rodin seemed to see a sly smile on the other party's face.
In the next moment, Hawthorne's figure suddenly disappeared.
Rodin's spiritual power instantly lost the opponent's senses.
He looked around blankly and saw the horrified faces below the stage.
His gaze was on…
Rodin suddenly turned around.
He only saw a sword.
A knight's longsword that was flas.h.i.+ng with a dazzling white light.
It was very close to him and slashed at him fiercely.
Rodin didn't even have time to cast a level 1 defensive spell.