Translator: XephiZ Editor: Aelryinth

Wei Rong looked at Zheng Jiahui, who looked like an army deserter from a war, even if it were only a duel. He always found him to be a nuisance.

If someone were actually trashy in the Fire School, it would definitely be this Zheng Jiahui!

"Let's begin, start the battle now," said Wei Rong impatiently.

Mo Fan stood in front of Zheng Jiahui. He let out a sigh when he saw that the guy almost shrank back completely due to his fear, "What are you afraid of? It was only a show, or something has happened to you in the past, that makes you afraid of dueling."

"No... nothing like that. I'm not afraid of duels. It's just..." stammered Zheng Jiahui.

"Forget it, if you can't cast an Intermediate Spell, use some Basic Spells then. Don't tell me that you can't even align the seven Stars. If you were to defeat me with bare fists, it will be too fake of an act," Mo Fan said to Zheng Jiahui.

"Is this really fine? The students will look down on me," said Zheng Jiahui with slight hesitation.

Mo Fan laughed when he heard the words, before saying to Zheng Jiahui, "Open your eyes and look at your surroundings. Including the teacher, do you see anyone treating you seriously? Even the girls who are fairly respectful toward everyone are looking at you pitifully. I don't know if you have anyone you're secretly in love with in the Fire School, but if you happened to see a hint of pity, mockery, or no emotion from her eyes, don't you think that you're already in the worst possible situation? You've overestimated yourself. You thought you still had a last hint of dignity in the Fire School, yet to the others, you're just a laughing stock."

Zheng Jiahui glanced at Mo Fan. He initially thought Mo Fan was trying to lend him a hand, but his heart felt a chill when he heard the words.

He tried to align the Stars, but the Nebula shattered in just a brief while!

The crow burst out laughing, leaving Zheng Jiahui utterly embarrassed. When he repeated the casting, he made a mistake when he was aligning the fourth Star.

"Your cultivation isn't weak at all. Why are you so nervous that you can't even cast a Spell? Honestly, I think you should stop being a Magician. You will find yourself achieving better results when doing something else," Mo Fan jeered Zheng Jiahui.

Zheng Jiahui pulled a long face when he heard this. His eyes glared at Mo Fan as he spoke in a slightly infuriated tone, "What do you know about me?!"

"Oh, so you desire to be a Magician?" Mo Fan smiled. His words had obviously crossed this person's line.

He had a desire to become a Magician, yet he was so timid that he could not draw the Stars correctly.

At the training ground, he could align the Stars fairly quickly. His strength was not weak, either, but he was so nervous in front of a crowd that he could not even produce the simplest Nebula.

Nonconfident, timid, Mo Fan could even see the black cloth resembling how he was feeling inferior covering his entire figure. It was not like he had zero presence, but in the crowd's eyes, he was the greatest laughingstock!

How was it possible for an Intermediate Magician to be so pitiful?

However, this was only possible in the Pearl Institute's main campus, since being an Intermediate Magician was the lowest requirement to enroll.

"I have plenty of time. Take all the time you need to align the Stars," Mo Fan was rather carefree. He simply stood there and waited patiently.

Zheng Jiahui began to draw the Stars again. He was desperately trying to overcome this fear in front of a crowd so that he could cast a Spell...

However, no matter how adept he was at the daily training, his mind turned blank when he stood in front of a crowd. Their laughter and disdainful gazes increased the burden on his shoulders when he was drawing the Star Pattern.

"Is this guy here just to enlighten us? He seriously can't even cast a Basic Spell. How does he even have the guts to take part in the duel? If I were him, I would simply find a spot and bury myself," cursed Zhao Ji.

"Go, be gone. Stop wasting everyone's time."

"Stop treating him like that. He's only feeling nervous. Let's give him some more time," said a girl with a gentle voice.

Those who were hot-tempered were already stirring a scene among the crowd. Most people were simply looking at him with a cold gaze on their seats, thinking that it was fairly hilarious. However, in order to highlight their fairly well-developed control, they did not display it on the surface.

"Zheng Jiahui, if you can't even cast a Fire Burst, you should just forfeit," Wei Rong said in a cold voice. Every second the kid stayed on the stage lost him more face. Most importantly, he could not let Mo Fan get what he wanted!

Zheng Jiahui had gotten used to the mocking and being underestimated by the students. However, he panicked even more when he heard Wei Rong's words. He subconsciously treated the words as an order. He bit his lips and headed for the exit.

Mo Fan immediately went up and grabbed his arm when he saw that something was not right. "What are you doing?"

"I should just give you back the Nebula Tool. I can't do it," Zheng Jiahui answerered with a disappointed look.

"Not only are you timid, you're extremely selfish, too. You do know that we're currently on the same boat? You might feel better if you obey the inferior demon in your bones, but I'm in a terrible mess. If the duel only involves yourself, you can do whatever you want, but if you leave now, I would have to face all the challenges!" Mo Fan said sternly while holding Zheng Jiahui's arm.

Mo Fan's plan was very simple. He had asked the last ranked student to challenge him, to whom he would lose the duel.

Once Mo Fan became the last rank, no one would then be able to challenge him.

After being ranked last, he would then challenge someone in the top fifty in the final day of the challenge. That way, he could easily prevent himself from being challenged one after one another, while still improving his monthly ranking!

The plan was very simple, and its execution was not so difficult. Yet, to Mo Fan's surprise, he did not expect Zheng Jiahui to be so useless. He could not even cast a Basic Spell.

The rules had stated that without casting any spell, even if the opponent conceded, he would not be deemed the winner!

"I...I didn't mean it, but I've tried. I really did. Sorry, Mo Fan. I know that you really want to help me, but I'm hopeless," Zheng Jiahui's voice was slightly trembling. He was on the verge of crying like a little girl.

Mo Fan had learned how timid and weak a person could be.

He glanced at Wei Rong, who had a grin on his face, before looking at the hopeless Zheng Jiahui.

He realized that the Elemental Director had spoken the words on purpose. As a judge, he should not interfere with the duel, yet he was aware of Mo Fan's plan, so he had spoken to drive the obedient Zheng Jiahui away.

"Hold it right there!" Mo Fan felt slightly angry.

"I..." Zheng Jiahui turned around. As a matter of fact, he had already left the stage.

"You have indeed infuriated me! To put me in such a situation… very well, you're really the most useless person I've ever seen. You've left me here, leaving me no choice but to fight against two hundred people.

"Fine, open your eyes and watch carefully. If I, Mo Fan, am knocked down from the stage by anyone today, I'll f**king admit that I'm a coward just like you. I'll apologize to that gorilla Elemental Director, and to all the students I've condemned in the school!"

Mo Fan was utterly furious. He was not just angry about his situation, but more importantly, he was angry toward Zheng Jiahui, who assumed that everything would be fine after he withdrew from the duel.

Those who ridiculed the weak were not the most hateful, but someone useless like Zheng Jiahui who had lost himself in the midst of his inferior, self-closing and totally obedient traits, could not even show some integrity!

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Mo Fan collected his thoughts after the furious speech. He glared at the Elemental Director who was so respected by the students.

"Call out the name of the next challenger now!"