Versatile Mage (Web Novel)

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

The students of the Fire School were desperate. They never thought the strongest student among the challengers, Zhao Ji, would lose too.

Zhao Ji was too careless. It was already a win for him, yet he somehow lost the battle due to a counterattack.

That being said, the shield equipment was rather unique, to be able to counter-attack. No one could have predicted it!

Most importantly, the demon king was indeed injured by Zhao Ji's Fiery Fist, and was on the verge of losing the duel. Who knew that the shield equipment would cost him the victory!

"This Departing Nether Shield isn't very sturdy, but the counterattack isn't bad. At least it was worth my money," Mo Fan mumbled to himself as he put the Departing Nether Shield away.

He was going to burst into laughter, but the pain from the burns on his body stopped him from doing that. Luckily, his injuries were not too severe. Otherwise, he would be unable to focus enough to align the Stars, and lose the ability to fight.

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Zhao Ji walked down from the stage. He was still glaring at Mo Fan behind him viciously. He almost walked into a bulky man whose hair was dyed golden.

The man had a fair skin tone and a tall nose. His facial features were rather outstanding, similar to a Westerner, yet he still retained the looks of an Easterner, unlike Zhao Ji, whose face and skin were covered in strange black marks.

"So you're here, too...I was so close to winning some reputation for our Zhao Clan. However, I bet he's having a hard time from the flames. They are going to scorch his skin black if he doesn't treat them now!" Zhao Ji said to the man with golden hair.

The man was half a head taller than Zhao Ji. He was staring down at Zhao Ji coldly.

Suddenly, the golden-haired man raised his hand and slapped Zhao Ji hard across the face!

The slap was remarkably loud, immediately attracting the attention of the crowd, who was discussing how they could possibly beat the demon king.

"Who's that guy?"

"Yeah, he dared to hit the hundred and one-ranked Zhao Ji!"

"What's going on? What just happened? I didn't see it. Did you say Zhao Ji was hit?"

The crowd burst into an uproar. They clearly saw Zhao Ji taking a few steps backward after being hit. A tooth covered in blood had dropped to the ground, too.

How hard did that man slap him?!

Blood started leaking from Zhao Ji's mouth. His gaze was filled with anger, yet he did not dare to show it on his face, which was full of disbelief.

"It's only a duel that I've lost..." Zhao Ji protested, withholding his anger.

Those who were familiar with Zhao Ji found it unbelievable. Zhao Ji was the vengeful sort, so it made no sense that he did not fight back after being slapped in the face in front of the crowd. Didn't he fell ashamed?

"Piss off from my sight, before I turn you into a cripple..." the golden-haired man glared at Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji's status was clearly a lot lower than that person. Despite being humiliated, he did not dare to say a word more. He glanced at the tooth in front of his foot before leaving furiously.

"Fellow student, it's unwise to use violence in the school," Bai Mei said to the golden-haired man in an advising tone.

"Sir, I was attending a family matter. I'm sorry for the inconvenience caused," the golden-haired man smiled, a completely different appearance from his previous icy look.

Wei Rong was aware of it, too. He was not happy when his student was struck, but when he saw Zhao Ji not daring to fight back, he immediately speculated that this golden-haired man had a formidable background, and decided not to intervene in their business.

Most people were clueless about what had just happened. Meanwhile, on the stage, Mo Fan whose upper body was completely exposed, uttered a laugh...

"It's been half a year, yet your temper is still the same?" Mo Fan seemed to be extremely close with the golden-haired man. He greeted him from the stage.

"You are the same, too. If I hadn't come to check out the huge challenges out of boredom, I wouldn't even know you'd come back to school," the golden-haired man responded with a laugh too, like old friends meeting one another.

"It was just a challenge," said Mo Fan.

"I don't care. All I care is that whoever hurts I, Zhao Manting's friend, I will show no mercy, regardless of who they are. Besides, he's just a dog raised by my clan," declared Zhao Manting.

"Nice hair."

"I thought the next time I saw you, you would be lying inside a coffin... Impressive, you're participating in school activities so energetically," Zhao Manting grinned with gleaming eyes.

The last time he saw Mo Fan, he had long hair reaching the ground, and body was shrouded by a demonic aura because of the experiment that Lu Nian and his crew were obsessed with.

He thought he would never see this guy again, after he turned into a demon to save their lives. To his surprise, Mo Fan was currently standing alive in front of him. Just like how he had taken all the resources from the new students back in the day, he was now challenging more than two hundred students from the Fire School in a row...

After confirming that Mo Fan was still alive, the burden in his heart was lifted.

As for that scum Zhao Ji who had injured his best brother, there was time to deal with him later.

Mo Fan had saved his life, so he was considered Zhao Clan's benefactor. The Zhao Clan had given Zhao Ji his cultivation and his Soul Seeds, so slapping a tooth out from his mouth was barely even a punishment!

Zhao Manting did not want to disturb Mo Fan's fun task of challenging the entire Fire School. He quickly found a spot and sat down with a girl who was wearing revealing clothing...

Mo Fan was speechless when he saw that Zhao Manting had another new girlfriend.

"Next, ranked four hundred and sixty-seventh..." Wei Rong read out the challenger's name.

However, after Zhao Ji's defeat, the challengers no longer posed any threat to Mo Fan. Those ranked after four hundred were easily defeated.

The number of challengers had exceeded two hundred, and the duels had lasted until late in the night. Normally, the students would be resting or meditating in their rooms, but the place was still fully crowded.

None of the challengers seemed to pose any threat to Mo Fan, even though he no longer had the energy to cast Intermediate Spells. They still could not handle his Basic Spells, despite his injuries.

However, the crowd discovered something that gave them hope. At long last, Mo Fan seemed to be extremely worn out.

As a matter of fact, Mo Fan had almost lost his ability to fight after the battle against Zhao Ji. He only managed to win because of the Departing Nether Spike's counterattack.

"We've finally depleted his energy. All we need is someone ranked in the top two hundred!"

"Not even, as long as they aren't those idiots ranked after six hundred, we can basically finish him off!"

"I don't understand why you are so excited. He defeated more than two hundred people from your school!" said a student from a different Element.

"Anything is better than getting wiped out completely. Otherwise, the Fire School would surely become a laughing stock."

Everyone was intimidated by Mo Fan's capabilities. They were starting to feel scared of the transfer student.

Most importantly, if this guy actually survived all the challenges, their Fire School would never be able to raise their heads in front of the other Elements!