Chapter 14: The Cold Beauty Instructor

The match was not over yet.

Since he had agreed to fight using magic, An Xia naturally kept his promise.

After releasing Spiritual Impact, An Xia immediately began constructing the Fireball Spell.

Meanwhile, Lang Ning slowly recovered from the dizziness caused by the “Spiritual Impact” (physical).

The impact had stunned him for about ten seconds and left behind a pounding headache.

Now, waves of pain surged from deep within his mind.

At the same time, he saw An Xia preparing a second spell.

Gritting his teeth, Lang Ning endured the pain. It was just a headache!

He began constructing a Level Two spell—Ice Shield.

Compared to other offensive spells, Ice Shield only required fifteen seconds to complete its rune structure.

Moreover, it had a clear advantage.

It provided full 360-degree protection, and due to the transparency of ice, he could still clearly see the outside even while enclosed within it.

Lang Ning completed his spell ahead of time.

The Ice Shield formed into a spherical barrier around him.

Seeing that An Xia was still constructing his rune, he finally let out a breath of relief.

So it was not that strange giant with the blow to the head.

Judging from the casting time, this should be a Fireball Spell.

Lang Ning immediately began constructing another spell.

With his Level Two Mage strength, blocking a single Fireball Spell with Ice Shield would be effortless.

Before long, An Xia completed the Fireball Spell.

As usual, he gave a warning before activating the rune.

Lang Ning focused intensely on his surroundings.

Although his Ice Shield was reliable, the earlier blow had left a psychological shadow.

He feared that another fireball might suddenly appear from some unexpected angle.

Yet he still could not detect the Fireball Spell.

Among the instructors, Sezer slowly raised his head.

From the letter sent by the Leos City administrators, he had already grown interested in the strange Fireball Spell described within.

Now, he would finally witness it in person.

A whistling sound echoed through the air.

The freshmen below the arena were the first to react—after all, there were many pairs of eyes. Soon, a group of them looked up toward the sky.

Having learned from before, Lang Ning quickly followed their gaze and looked upward.

High in the sky, a fireball descended like a falling meteor, crashing down toward him.

Upon seeing it, Lang Ning finally relaxed.

As he had said before, he had absolute confidence in his Ice Shield.

Calm and unhurried, Lang Ning continued constructing his next spell, while An Xia began preparing another Spiritual Impact.

He planned that if the Fireball Spell failed to defeat Lang Ning, he would use the “blow to the head” to interrupt his rune construction.

Three seconds later, the fireball crashed directly onto the Ice Shield.

A smile had just begun to form on Lang Ning’s lips when a sharp, grating sound froze his expression.

The fireball spun violently against the Ice Shield.

The shield gradually failed to withstand the impact, and cracks spread outward like a web.

Although the fireball soon lost its momentum and stopped spinning, the Ice Shield had already become riddled with fractures.

However, a Fireball Spell was not meant to simply strike like a thrown object.

Its true power lay in its explosion.

A surge of energy burst outward from within the fireball, like the blazing intensity of the sun.

Sensing the terrifying fluctuation within, Lang Ning’s face changed drastically.

The next moment, the fireball exploded.

BOOM!

Melva and Anders, watching from below, could not bear to look and shut their eyes.

Having witnessed this explosion twice before, they knew exactly how devastating it would be.

Under the blast, the Ice Shield shattered instantly.

Flames surged upward like a mushroom cloud, filling the sky.

An Xia halted his construction of Spiritual Impact, a trace of concern rising in his heart.

Had he gone too far?

When the flames finally dissipated, Lang Ning appeared before everyone—protected by a wind barrier.

A female instructor from the instructors’ side withdrew the wind barrier, and Sezer announced:

“An Xia wins!”

At that moment, every freshman felt a deep sense of fear toward An Xia.

This guy is far too insidious!

He said it was Spiritual Impact, but it turned into a blow to the head.

He said it was a Fireball Spell, but its power was almost comparable to a third-tier spell like Flame Burst!

Lang Ning was not someone who could not accept defeat.

He took a deep breath, bowed toward An Xia, and left the arena.

An Xia had warned him before every spell.

Failing to react and failing to defend were both his own shortcomings.

A loss was a loss—there was no need to deny it.

Still, deep inside, he could not help but roar:

You call that a Fireball Spell?!

Seeing how composed Lang Ning was, An Xia felt a sense of admiration.

He had originally expected some arrogant young master scenarios in a magic academy like this, but it seemed that everyone here was quite normal.

There was no need to elaborate on the remaining matches.

The champion of this freshman competition—An Xia!

Melva placed within the top ten, while Anders only received the participation reward.

After the competition came class assignments.

One hundred and twenty-one students would be divided into four classes.

At this moment, the instructors were engaged in intense discussion.

Soon, they reached an agreement, and one by one, the freshmen were called to different areas.

As the number of remaining students dwindled, An Xia remained standing where he was.

Finally, when he was the only one left, the instructors’ expressions turned strained.

Sezer, smiling brightly, took out several crumpled slips of paper and placed them before the instructors.

“Draw,” Sezer said.

This would determine An Xia’s final assignment.

Each instructor extended a hand as if facing death itself, then quickly withdrew it.

They opened their slips and took a glance.

“Ah, not me!”

The tall, thin instructor happily displayed his blank slip.

“Not me either.”

The burly instructor let out a sigh of relief.

“Not mine.”

“Neither is it me.”

“...”

In the end, only the most beautiful female instructor had yet to reveal her slip.

The others looked at her with sympathy—but offered no comfort.

A flame ignited in her hand, burning the slip to ashes.

Her expression was as cold as eternal ice as she turned and walked toward the freshmen.

The remaining instructors exchanged glances, then happily went to meet the students they had selected.

An Xia was idly kicking at the grass on the ground.

Suddenly, in the corner of his vision, a pair of long legs appeared before him.

He looked up—and saw a stunningly beautiful young instructor with an icy expression standing before him. She did not appear much older than he was.

“I am Abyss. From today onward, I will be your instructor at Lance Magic Academy,” she said.

“Greetings, Instructor Abyss.” An Xia stood straight.

“Hmm.” Abyss cast him a cold glance, then turned and walked toward the group of students she had selected.

“Follow.”

Her icy voice drifted back on the wind. An Xia rubbed his nose, unsure of how he had offended her.

He followed Abyss into the group and spotted a familiar face.

Melva was in this class as well, while Anders had been assigned to a different one.