Chapter 15 What the Fuck!

Long Mietian nearly popped his eyes out. People from nearby arenas also turned to look.

Beginner rank!

Someone reaching beginner rank before the college entrance exam was definitely a top contender for first place in Su City!

Even the proctor couldn't help but glance at Qiao Yu.

"Alright, introductions are done, begin!"

At the proctor's command, Long Mietian's Adam's apple bobbed.

He suddenly realized he'd spoken too soon. If only he could take back his harsh words…

The two of them froze, staring each other down.

One second…

Three seconds…

Five seconds…

"Both examinees, I said, begin!"

Even the proctor frowned impatiently. The arena wasn't a dating event, what were they doing with this deep gaze?

"Fine, so be it! I'll risk it! Lightning magic hard-counters necromancy; I might have a chance to win!"

A fierce light flashed in Long Mietian's eyes as he brandished his staff.

"Lightning Barrier!"

"Lightning Surround!"

He first erected a barrier to protect himself from sneak attacks by Qiao Yu's summoned undead, then unleashed a defensive skill.

Arcs of lightning crackled around Long Mietian, making him look like the god of thunder incarnate.

The dazzling display quickly attracted the attention of the spectators.

"Wow! Look over there, a lightning mage! They say there's only a one in ten thousand chance of awakening as one; it's almost as rare as a hidden class!"

"Yeah, lightning mages are known for having the highest burst damage of all elemental mages!"

"That lightning mage seems to be focusing on defense? Isn't that shooting himself in the foot? Lightning mages aren't known for their defense!"

"Maybe his opponent is too strong! Did you notice? It's that handsome young man who was the center of First High!"

Long Mietian couldn't afford to pay attention to the spectators. He had to focus all his attention on Qiao Yu.

When facing beginner-level bosses in the dungeons, he'd relied on his teammates to kite them while he dealt damage.

Now, facing a beginner-level necromancer alone, to be distracted while trying to challenge someone above his level would be suicidal.

"Come on! Let me see your strength as a necromancer, Qiao Yu!"

Long Mietian roared, trying to bolster his courage. He couldn't understand what Qiao Yu was doing.

He wasn't even taking out his staff? Was he giving up?

Qiao Yu's strange actions also caught the attention of the four headmasters in the stands.

"Old Hong, isn't that Qiao Yu the student you recommended to Beijing University? Isn't he going to attack?"

"That kid's too arrogant. Even though he's a higher level, lightning hard-counters necromancy. If he doesn't start summoning undead, he might just get taken down!"

"Heh heh! The secrets of heaven cannot be revealed! Just watch!" Headmaster Hong said mysteriously.

Others might not know the details of Qiao Yu, but he knew very well that this was a freak who could send an admissions officer flying with one punch.

Long Xiang, the top scorer in the warrior class of the previous year, was watching Qiao Yu intently. He was becoming more and more interested in him.

"Come on, let me see how your necromancy compares to *that person*." Long Xiang muttered to himself.

Under the gazes of the crowd, Qiao Yu finally moved.

He walked towards Long Mietian step by step, like a leisurely old man strolling in the park.

"Here it comes!"

Long Mietian gripped his staff tightly, sweat trickling down his forehead.

He couldn't figure out Qiao Yu's motives. A necromancer not summoning undead and walking towards him was bizarre.

He was surrounded by a powerful lightning barrier! What was this man planning?

Three meters!

One meter!

Half a meter!

A quarter of a meter!

Close! He touched it!

"What the fuck!!!"

Long Mietian cursed in shock as Qiao Yu stepped directly into his lightning barrier, his hair standing on end from the electricity.

And the man continued to walk towards him despite the barrage of lightning.

"Y-y-you! What kind of monster are you?!"

Long Mietian asked, pointing a trembling finger.

Wasn't the necromancer class known for being the squishiest? Why were various bright red numbers constantly appearing above this man's head?

Something like "-92", "-95", "-98", a string of numbers almost long enough to be an ID card number. But no matter how much health he lost, he wouldn't die?

What the hell was going on?

The audience in the stands was also stunned. Wasn't combat between mages supposed to be about dodging skills, canceling out skills, and then seizing the opportunity to defeat the opponent?

How come this madman was just tanking the skills head-on?

"Perfect, I'll test out my new item on you!"

Qiao Yu finally crossed Long Mietian's lightning field, completely numb from the electricity.

He took out the Yaoguang Knuckle Dusters and put them on. Due to the conductivity of the metal, lightning arcs crackled around the Yaoguang Knuckle Dusters, making it look like Qiao Yu was throwing a thunderous punch.

"Boom! Critical Hit! -1144!"

Qiao Yu punched Long Mietian in the chest. Long Mietian opened his mouth wide, wanting to scream but unable to make a sound.

He felt like the New Year's Eve dinner he'd eaten three years ago was about to come up.

The power of the rules surged, rescuing Long Mietian in time and locking his health at the last point.

"Hiss~"

Qiao Yu sucked in a cold breath, looking at the Yaoguang Knuckle Dusters in his hand with delight.

"Is the thirty percent critical hit chance really this high? It crit on the first hit."

Qiao Yu wasn't surprised by the outcome of this match. Long Mietian's lightning spells only did less than a hundred points of damage to him each time.

And his health, boosted by the Might Contract and the Mad Spider Armor, had reached a terrifying 3610 points.

Even if he stood still and let Long Mietian hit him, Long Mietian might not be able to kill him even if he ran out of mana.

After all, Long Mietian was only an apprentice. If Long Mietian broke through to the beginner level, he might pose a threat to Qiao Yu.

"Remember, you owe me five lives."

The cheerful Qiao Yu patted Long Mietian on the shoulder and jumped off the arena. Even if an elemental mage's body wasn't as fragile as a necromancer's,

the level 9 Long Mietian only had close to 200 health. Qiao Yu's critical hit directly put Long Mietian in debt for five lives.

Long Mietian's eyes were hollow and his expression was blank.

He was completely dumbfounded. A necromancer, physically enduring the terrifying lightning he had laid down, came over and punched him for more than a thousand damage?

What kind of bizarre event was this?

The stands erupted in an uproar.

Seeing his student get beaten into a daze, the headmaster of First High School rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight Headmaster Hong.

"I can tolerate him tanking the heavenly lightning with his body, and I can tolerate him pulling out and wearing knuckle dusters, but this bastard directly dealt a thousand points of damage with one punch. You're telling me that's a necromancer?"