Black Hearted Mage
Chapter 63 Competition
Several young men entered the academy first, excitedly discussing the upcoming challenge and spreading the news widely. As they spread the word, word of the challenge spread quickly throughout the academy. The unfriendly term "wooden mage" even reached the academy's higher-ups.
In the castle's spire, several elderly magicians gathered, expressing great interest in the challenge. These veterans knew that most of the academy's magicians lacked practical experience, more like wooden stake mages desperately battling a magical target. Therefore, they were eagerly anticipating this challenge, hoping it would test the young magicians' strength and ability to cope.
"More than 90% of the magicians in our academy have no actual combat experience. They are all wooden stake mages fighting desperately with magic targets. This challenge, or competition, can suppress the arrogance of these people. We can also see how strong the young magicians in the Northland Tower are now!" said one of the old magicians, his eyes revealing his anticipation and confidence in the challenge.
Another old magician then asked, "Dean, how should the competition be arranged? How should the rules be formulated?"
This is a key issue, because a fair, just and meaningful competition requires fair and reasonable rules to ensure it.
The dean thought for a moment and replied, "First, we'll use the academy's competition rules. No casualties will occur, but minor injuries are permitted. This will both protect the safety of the participants and boost their morale. At the same time, we must ensure the fairness of this competition. Any cheating is strictly prohibited!"
"Okay, I'll arrange it right away!"
"Open the competition hall and let everyone watch. Prepare a few more photo stones!" The old dean added, and the old magician stood up and prepared to carry out the task.
The Image Stone is a magical item that can record images. It can preserve the wonderful moments of the game for magicians and magic apprentices to refer to and learn from.
With the old wizard's departure, the room fell into a brief silence. Everyone was thinking about the upcoming challenge and its potential impact on the magic academy. For these old wizards, this was not just a simple competition, but a shock to the magic academy.
Caesars and Avril were now trapped in the reception room of the Magic Academy, with no way out from outside.
"Avril, your suitor is doing a good job spreading the news and stirring up people!"
"Kaissa, don't move!"
Avril looked at Caesar seriously, her eyes fixed on him.
"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"
"You've become whiter, your skin has become smoother, and the few freckles on your face are no longer visible. Caesars, how did you do it?"
"How should I know? Stop staring at me like that. There's something aggressive in your eyes that makes me feel a little dangerous!"
At this time, there was a noisy sound outside the reception room. The people gathered at the window were driven away, and an old magician walked in.
"Young man, what's your name? How old are you? You'll need them for the competition!"
"Caesars Cavell, fifteen years old!"
The old wizard, who was taking notes with a pen, froze in shock, his mouth slightly open, his snow-white beard trembling. But he immediately recovered and continued to write.
"You are also an intermediate magician. I am really surprised!"
"Kaisas, you've been promoted again. This is so depressing. I haven't even been promoted to an intermediate magic apprentice!" Avril stared at Kaisas with some complaints.
"Can the records be kept secret? I only used the strength of a low-level magician to compete!"
"Yes, as long as you can control your spells!" the old magician answered without hesitation.
"should be no problem!"
The old magician smiled and introduced the rules of the competition to the two of them, and explained that the competition would be recorded for future use in magic teaching.
Hearing this, Caesars made a special request: he wanted to participate in the competition with a disguised face. The old magician readily agreed, saying that as long as he did not change his appearance, he could disguise himself as he pleased.
With the old wizard watching, Caesars opted not to use an elven transmogrifier mask, but instead opted to use alchemical dyes to alter his appearance. He carefully dyed his skin a bronze hue and his hair a dark brown, then thickened his eyebrows to give him a more mature and stable look. He then added freckles to his face to make him appear more ordinary. Finally, he added a mustache, completely transforming his appearance.
After completing the disguise, Caesars turned to face Avril, her eyes wide with surprise.
"Caesars, you've become like a little old man!" Avril said curiously.
In response to Avril's question, Caesars explained, "Avril, I truly regret coming to the Magic Academy now. If my true appearance were to be spread, it would probably spark jealousy and even murderous intent. In history, there have been three geniuses who became intermediate magicians before the age of fifteen, but none of them lived to adulthood!"
"How did the genius die?"
“They were all assassinated!”
"what!"
Caesars took off his noble robe and put on a slightly old magic robe, then took out the cracked black thorn staff.
"Kaisas, has your magic robe been modified?"
Avril saw the stitches on the bottom of the magic robe and knew at a glance that it had been altered, and not by a skillful tailor.
"Magic robes are only for adults, and custom-making one is too expensive. Besides, I'm still growing, so if I make one this year, it might not fit me next year. Avril, hold this for me. You can't bring it to the magic competition later!"
"Kaisas, it won't bite me through the bag, right?"
Kaisas thought for a moment. The competition venue would be very noisy soon, and the little black snake would probably be alarmed. He took out a thick bag of Warcraft films, put the cloth bag in it, and handed it to Avril.
"Put the linen bag inside the hide bag, and you won't have to worry about it!"
In less than half a minute, someone came to inform everyone that everyone in the magic academy was already waiting in the competition hall.
The old magician also led Caesars towards the venue of the magic competition.
"Avril, who is this old magician?"
"The dean of our magic academy!"
Caesars secretly guessed the other party's strength, and estimated in his heart that the other party was probably on par with Joanna, but slightly inferior to old Roman.
Since he began learning magic, Caesars had never faced a real magician head-on. Although he had successfully killed a magician once, it was by attacking him from behind when the magician was completely unprepared.
Not wanting to expose his curse spells, he decided not to use them in this competition. After all, the Recording Stone would record everything in full. Death Coil was also unusable, as its attack power was too strong. A single mistake could kill a wizard from the Magic Academy, so this spell was unusable.
After careful consideration, he discovered that eight or nine spells had been ruled out, leaving only three or four usable for attack. However, Caesars wasn't overly worried, as he possessed the metamagic skill. With his spell extension alone, he could essentially suppress most opponents.
The spacious and bright competition hall was already full at this time. Caesars roughly estimated that the total number of teachers and students in the entire Imperial Capital Magic Academy was probably no more than 300.
In the competition hall, young people made up the vast majority, and the rest were middle-aged or elderly people.
At this time, an elder from the magic academy briefly explained the rules of the competition and then announced the official start of the competition without even mentioning Caesar's name. Caesar was secretly glad that this way, at least before he left Fire Maple City, he would not attract too much attention.
Considering the possible trouble, Caesars decided to leave early. He definitely couldn't return to the Cavill family today to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.
As expected, the Magic Academy seemed to have already chosen their candidate. As Caesars stepped onto the competition stage, another middle-aged magician also happened to enter. This magician held his head high, his eyes fixed on the distant platform, completely ignoring Caesars. This attitude clearly reflected the usual arrogance and disdain of the nobility.
There is a saying among the common people in Huofeng City: The eyes of the nobles are looking at the sky, and they are used to looking at people through their nostrils.
"Kavill family brat, you have to crawl out of here today. This is the price you should pay for your arrogance!"
Caesars was puzzled. This guy started out with a lot of talk. He must be mentally unstable. The old magician, the referee, immediately announced the start of the competition. The referee didn't give him more time to make any more grand speeches.
Kaisas immediately cast Magic Shield, Magic Armor, and Swiftness on himself, while his opponent was somewhat flustered. He then immediately chanted the spell. He had practiced Shadow Bolt thousands of times, and the original three-second chanting time had been compressed to just over one second.
While the opponent was still casting a magic shield on himself, the purple-black shadow arrow had already escaped from Kaisas's hand and attacked him at an extremely fast speed. The magician chose to dodge in a panic instead of continuing to cast a magic shield.
The higher-ups of the magic academy watched and shook their heads. Magicians without practical experience would eventually be eliminated.
Just as the old magician expected, when the academy magician chose to dodge, Caesar's spell shock had already been released. This was a universal spell, but his casting speed was a little faster.
In a split second, the middle-aged magician dodged the shadow bolt but was hit by the spell blast. Unprotected by a magic shield, the immense force of the attack knocked him unconscious, sending him flying three or four meters before crashing heavily to the ground.
"Dean, why is his spell so fast?"
Because of Caesars, Avril had the honor of sitting next to the dean, and she immediately asked. Several old magicians nearby also felt the same way, that Caesars's casting speed was too fast.
"This is fast casting. He has practiced this spell thousands of times, and the casting time of Shadow Bolt has been compressed!"
"Dean, it's that simple!"
"Avril, this isn't easy at all. A low-level magician's magic power can only sustain thirty to fifty low-level spells. He needs to reserve some magic power. That means he can only cast Shadow Bolt more than thirty times during one meditation. He needs to meditate over three hundred times to shorten the casting time of Shadow Bolt. Even if he uses magic crystals to assist, it will consume four to five hundred low-level magic crystals!"
Avril knew very well the price of magic crystals. It would take about five thousand gold coins and almost a year to shorten the casting time of a spell.
There was a burst of boos in the competition hall, and the unconscious middle-aged magician was carried away.
"What a shame! I just told others to crawl out, but I ended up getting carried down!"
A magic apprentice shouted loudly, making the already noisy hall even more lively.
"You know, this guy is the illegitimate son of the great magician Joanna, so it's normal that his magic is powerful. The academy will send powerful people up soon, so let's wait and see!"
Another young student knew the inside story, and he looked at Caesar who was resting with some schadenfreude.
Just then, an old magician came on stage, and there was a burst of exclamations in the competition hall.
"Can't the academy afford to lose? They've even sent an intermediate magician to fight!"
Caesar looked at his opponent, who turned out to be an intermediate magician. He looked at the dean's position in surprise, but he didn't expect that the old man had a smile on his face.
This old magician must be quite valuable, as he wears two magical accessories, and his staff is actually made of dragon blood wood. It's just that the quality is slightly lower, not the heart of the dragon blood wood that is more than a thousand years old.
Caesars came on the court with a staff. When the referee announced the start, both sides cast magic shields on themselves, and their casting speed was almost the same.
When Kaisas cast his magic armor spell on himself, his opponent was already chanting an attack spell. Kaisas quickly retreated four or five steps, and his swiftness spell had not yet cast on himself.
The opponent's spell struck quickly, combining speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness into one perfect spell. Caesars suddenly vanished, reappearing twenty yards away, using Flash to escape the opponent's spell's range and applying Swiftness to himself.
The old magician quickly caught up, two massive fireballs lashing out, one after the other, scorching with heat. This was clearly an instantaneous spell, a magic pattern spell inscribed on the staff. It used its own magic power to charge the pattern, achieving the instantaneous effect, but it also consumed more magic power.
Kaisas began to jog, rapidly casting Shadow Bolts. He wanted to distance himself from his opponent so that his metamagic skill, Spell Reach, could demonstrate its advantage. However, his opponent was quite experienced, constantly unleashing huge fireballs from his staff, leaving Kaisas no chance.
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