Chapter 74: Special Announcement on Extra Chapters!
“Goddess! Goddess! Goddess!” There was no shortage of die-hard fans for Lin’er Zhong. Even though she had already announced she was together with Wu Chen, her admirers still fawned over her relentlessly.
“Brother! Go for it!” Ning Xuan was always her brother’s most loyal supporter. Though small in stature, she shouted with the loudest voice in the entire stadium.
Ding Yan, unwilling to be outdone, hollered in his raspy voice, “Mo, Mo, I love you! Just like a mouse loves rice! Go, Mo!”
Ye Zhiyan, usually gentle and soft-spoken, for the first time cast aside her reserve and cried out, “Chen Mo, go! You’re the strongest in the whole world!”
Ning Xuan, refusing to yield, raised her voice even further, “Brother! You’re the strongest in the universe!”
Though Chen Mo only had three people cheering him on, their voices rang out in succession, overpowering even the male fans of the Douyin Goddess, Lin’er Zhong.
Lin’er Zhong, having just defeated two opponents in a row, brimmed with confidence. She had forgotten how Chen Mo had bested the tenth-ranked student of Class A, and how he had once cornered her in a dark alley.
Her gaze was filled with challenge as she looked at Chen Mo, as if to say: “Chen Mo, it’s time to settle our old scores today!”
Chen Mo paid her no mind. As if out for a casual stroll, he walked easily to the center of the basketball court.
The Drumstick Instructor, acting much like a quartermaster, thoughtfully brought him a drumstick.
Chen Mo had been curious from his seat about the taste of this drumstick. Now, finally his turn, he couldn’t wait to take a bite. Instantly, a rich chicken flavor filled his entire palate, and the drumstick seemed to dissolve into a strange half-gaseous, half-liquid state, sliding down his throat and spreading rapidly through his whole body.
Buzz! A shield sprang up!
How marvelous! Chen Mo genuinely thought food-based magic was incredible! He resolved then and there: when he formed his own team in the future, a food-type mage would be essential!
Instructor Moon Fox announced, “Promotion and relegation match—begin!”
Both Chen Mo and Lin’er Zhong transformed at the same moment—both of them were mages!
[Chen Mo. Lv9 (Little Prince)]
[Novice Mage]
[HP: 800]
[MP: 2000]
[Physical Attack: 20]
[Magical Attack: 230]
[Equipment: Starter Set]
[Skills: Fireball, Explosive Flame, Energy Burst]
Lin’er Zhong sneered, “Well, if it isn’t the famed powerhouse of Class F, Chen Mo. Still wearing the starter set? Oh, right, I almost forgot, you know martial arts. How scary!”
“Hahaha, martial arts? Does this guy really think hand-to-hand combat is useful in a war between evolvers?”
“I heard this guy trains in Jeet Kune Do every day. Lin’er Zhong, you’d better watch out!”
Lin’er Zhong’s cronies mocked Chen Mo, all just hoping to catch her attention.
Chen Mo didn’t bother to reveal his trump card—the magic gauntlets—because, in his eyes, Lin’er Zhong wasn’t worth it.
Instructor Moon Fox stood by as referee. Chen Mo dared not recklessly tap into the Demon King’s attributes, opting instead for his normal Little Prince stats.
[Constitution: 13 == Strength 2, Vitality 8, Agility +3]
[Mental Power: 70 == Spell Power 20, Qi Sea 20, Meditation 30]
These were his stats after purchasing 20 attribute points—otherwise, it would be even worse!
It wasn’t that he lacked ordinary equipment, but most of it was flashy and twice as heavy as the starter gear. With only three points in Agility, his speed was slow enough already; wearing heavier armor would only make him more cumbersome. So he simply stuck with the starter set, which better showcased his true strength.
Without a word, Chen Mo opened with a Fireball, a ball of flame the size of a basketball blazing toward Lin’er Zhong.
“Heh? Trying to ambush me? Not a chance!”
After combat training with Wu Chen, Lin’er Zhong was no longer afraid of attacks. Instinctively, she stepped sideways with her left foot, attempting to dodge with her agility.
But how could Chen Mo let her escape so easily? Though his Meditation stat was only thirty, as a mage, his sense for magic was keener, and his body had already adapted to an earlier Meditation stat of one hundred. Thus, even with thirty points, he nearly matched the effect of a full hundred!
Go!
Guided by his mental power, Chen Mo made the fireball veer off its initial course, locking onto the direction Lin’er Zhong intended to dodge.
She frowned in surprise—she hadn’t expected that, aside from martial arts, Chen Mo’s magical control would be so precise!
“You think I can’t do it too? Fireball!”
Lin’er Zhong repeated her earlier trick, compressing two Fireballs and hurling them together!
But Chen Mo wasn’t about to let her fiery attack get close!
Explosive Flame!
He detonated his Fireball mid-air, and the blast set off Lin’er Zhong’s compressed fireballs as well!
Boom! Boom! Two explosions in quick succession!
Playing with fire had backfired—Lin’er Zhong was struck by her own fireballs, and a third of her shield vanished instantly.
Damn!
“You! You know Explosive Flame too?!” Lin’er Zhong stamped her foot in frustration.
In the stands, Ye Zhiyan’s eyes were growing misty. Chen Mo’s words echoed in her ears: The way you were defeated just now is exactly how I’ll defeat you in return!
Dual Fireball Spell! Compression!
[Skill Mimicry 30%]
Chen Mo’s talent was nothing short of miraculous. Through data analysis, he instantly grasped the principles of magical compression.
Ordinarily, a Fireball required only 100 mana to cast. But by channeling 200 mana through Meditation, a single Fireball spell could be forced to split into two, due to excess magical energy.
However, two fireballs together were highly unstable. At this point, it required Meditation to merge the outermost layers of fire elements, compressing them together—a feat not covered by the original skill, but a secondary creation.
To become a great mage, one must master the art of secondary skill creation—an advanced magical technique rarely grasped by novice mages. Lin’er Zhong, a prodigy in her own right, had managed to stumble upon it by accident.
Chen Mo, however, easily learned it thanks to his powerful learning ability, magical affinity, and data analysis!
“Dual Fireball! Compression!”
Two fireballs, each as large as a basketball, took shape in Chen Mo’s hands.
The sound of sparking flames crackled in the air. Lin’er Zhong’s face twisted in disbelief, “You—you can’t—you can’t possibly compress magic too! That’s impossible!”
“Hahaha!” Chen Mo finally spoke, his voice cold. “If someone as filthy as you can learn compressed magic, why can’t I? Shatter!”
Boom—
The massive fireballs spun rapidly, larger and faster than any Lin’er Zhong had conjured before.