Our Dharma Masters are like this.

Chapter 92 Freehand Brushwork
"I didn't expect you to progress so quickly, Zelier, you've even learned level three magic... It's just a pity I wasn't in the guild that day and couldn't see it with my own eyes."

“It’s alright, you’ll see it this time.” Zellier smiled.

"Huh? What does this mean..." Bev was a little confused.

"Because today, I'm taking the junior mage exam," Zelier said.

Bev stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening as she slowly opened them.

Professor Marvin had the same expression.

When he heard Zelier find him and say that he wanted to participate in the lower-level mage assessment, his eyes widened, and the monocle stuck in his left eye socket almost fell off.

Marvin readjusted his monocle and stared at Zell for several seconds.

Yes... that's the feeling.

Marvin knew very well that Zellier was not participating in the assessment with a "let's give it a try" attitude.

Because he could sense that Zelier's magic power was much stronger than it had been half a month ago.

Marvin had thought Zelil was good, but he hadn't imagined he would be this good.

In just over a month, he went from a magic apprentice to a junior mage?
How could a mage improve so rapidly?

Marvin was deeply troubled.

He had been diligently meditating since childhood and had many resources to support him, yet he didn't become a junior mage until he was twenty-one years old...

"How...how did you do it?"

"Well, I don't really know how to put it. If I had to describe it, I'd say it's just going with the flow," Zellier said, scratching his head.

"What a fine 'let nature take its course' statement! Should I call it boasting or arrogance?"

Marvin was amused by Zelil's words. "Come on, let those magic apprentices see what a genius is."

The news spread like wildfire, quickly reaching the entire Blackrock Town Mage Guild and causing quite a stir.

Many monks who were meditating or reading in the library were drawn to the scene.

Someone who can become a junior mage at the age of sixteen is definitely something worth witnessing.

A martial arts arena.

The number of people on the viewing platform far exceeded the usual number, and monks were also continuously entering.

Zellier glanced over and was also taken aback by the scene.

So many people came...

But he wasn't intimidated.

On the contrary, under the gaze of so many people, Zellier felt a surge of confidence and pride, and he slightly raised his chin.

A gentle breeze stirred, lifting Zellier's black hair, and sunlight shone on his fair face, making him appear even more handsome.

Even Mentor Manlin was there, in an inconspicuous corner of the viewing platform.

She leaned against the pillar, quietly watching the spirited young man in the arena.

Manlin wore a large sun hat, the shadow of which covered most of her face, revealing only the corners of her lips with a gentle smile.

"Zelil, are you ready?" Marvin asked Zelil.

Zellier nodded slowly.

"So."

Marvin gestured and stepped aside. "Let's begin!"

Zellier took a deep breath and composed himself.

A short while later, a series of spells were released.

Fireball, Wind Blade, Illumination, Water Ball, Heavy Pressure, Ice Cone, Cyclone, Rock Shot, Frost, Cloud.

Zellir cast these ten distinct second-level spells with effortless grace, almost like art.

Different colors and forms of magic bloomed in Zeril's hands, dazzling and eye-catching. He cast spells with ease and grace, the charging and releasing of each spell were seamless, and the release speed of each spell was invariably within two seconds.

What's even more surprising is that after using ten level-two spells in a row, Zellir's expression didn't change much, and he didn't show any weakness after expending his magic power.

He didn't need the energy crystal to restore his magic power at all, which was completely different from how Riri had appeared before.

“Flawless,” Marvin murmured in admiration.

This is the proper demeanor of a junior mage.

After undergoing transformation, the Source Seed will experience a qualitative leap in both casting speed and mana reserves.

The standards set for the assessment were not requirements that required them to exert their utmost effort to achieve; they were simply a natural demonstration of their abilities.

Exclamations of amazement rose and fell from the stands, and many people were deeply impressed by the black-haired, black-eyed boy.

Inside the venue, the assessment is still ongoing.

Next, you need to unleash a level three spell within five seconds.

Zelier gently raised his hand, and a thick stone wall rose from the ground. He casually cast a Stone Wall spell.

Then, Zellier began to charge up his magic.

A dazzling blue light gathered in his palm, and a prismatic missile was taking shape.

When Marvin was instructing Zeril, some mages were also present on the viewing platform, and they immediately noticed how much progress Zeril had made in condensing arcane missiles.

In just over four seconds, an arcane missile containing terrifying magic power was formed.

"boom!!!"

A violent explosion resounded throughout the training ground. Faced with the raging arcane energy, most of the solid stone wall was blasted away!

Assessment successful!

Marvin's mentor never doubted that Zellier would fail.

After the Arcane Missiles were released, he walked up to Zelier.

"Congratulations, Zellir, you are now a junior mage." Marvin's face was full of admiration and satisfaction.

There was a moment of silence in the room, followed by loud applause and cheers.

"A sixteen-year-old junior mage... my goodness."

"I saw Kane Rhodes in Blackrock Town with my own eyes!"

“I’ve never heard of him before… What’s his name, Zelier? Which noble family’s young master is he? How much resources must have been spent to cultivate him…”

"You're wrong."

Bev's clear voice rang out, a proud smile on her face, "Zeril is not a nobleman."

This statement surprised the monks who were engaged in a heated discussion.

How could a commoner mage achieve such a feat...?

Beverly didn't explain further; she gazed at the arena from afar, her eyes filled with admiration.

She was genuinely happy for Zellier.

On the other side of the viewing platform, Lant was also among them.

He was so excited that his face turned red, and he clapped for Zelier while showing off to the mage next to him.

"I've been on missions with Zellir before, he's really amazing!"

……

As he took in the cheers and applause from the stands, Zellier had a strange feeling.

He suddenly remembered the first time he came to the Mage Guild, and the scene he witnessed two junior mages exchanging blows in the arena.

At that time, he had just become a magic apprentice. When he saw the Flame Breath spell and the Arcane Missiles, he would marvel at their strength.

(End of this chapter)