“Hart, that’s the genius from your class?”
A puzzled fourth-year senior asked, “Isn’t that too rash of him? What’s the difference between charging so recklessly into the ant tide army and having a death wish?”
“That’s just an ant trying to topple a giant tree, how ludicrously overconfident. No matter how his magic talent is, his IQ is really rather moving.”
“That’s the top student of the first-years? He’s nothing impressive...”
“Shut the hell up!”
Hart’s expression darkened, and he erupted completely. “A bunch of fools! All of you only became Fourth-Grade Magicians after so many difficulties, yet you still have the cheek to mock others?!”
“Ha! Our magic talent certainly isn’t as good as his!”
A senior fired straight back at Hart. “But at least we’re not like him. Charging right in there and throwing his life away despite knowing full well that he’s not their match. Do you know what that is? Foolish! An idiot!”
“Exactly! Do you know how hard it is for the academy to groom a Magician?”
Another senior also spoke with an air full of justice and righteousness. “The best environment, the best facilities, the best educators... They’ve spent a vast amount of resources and paid a huge price to groom a Magician only after so much trouble. Is he supposed to trample on all that like that?”
“Let me tell you! Your lives don’t just belong to yourselves! They belong to the academy, the kingdom, and even more so the Great Dragon Blood W—”
“Shut up!”
“Be quiet!”
At that moment, a couple of bellows suddenly rang out and interrupted the seniors rambling on and on. The few of them looked over in stunned surprise, only to see Mr. Dirk and Marchioness Cesia watching Meng Lei with horror all over their faces.
Horror?
What was there to be horrified about?
The seniors, Hart, Abbe, and others, also looked toward where they were looking. Then, they saw something incredible.
Meng Lei stood proudly on the magic carpet, his long hair fluttering and his magic robes flapping. There was a strong heroic air around him, and he showed the beginnings of a handsome, dashing young man, clearly already possessing the potential to attract girls now.
This wasn’t the point, however!
The point was that there were 10 several hundred meters wide gigantic fireballs floating above his head! Incredibly huge, scorching hot, and blinding, they gave off astonishing heat, causing even the sun hanging high above in the sky to look dim and dull in comparison!
“This, this...”
Fatty Hart and the others’ jaws dropped. All of them were stunned.
Dirk Norway and Marchioness Cesia were even more horrified and astounded than the others.
This was because... They had recognized the spell he was using.
Ninth-Grade Spell, Heavenly Fire Meteor!
“Mr. Dirk, isn’t he a Fifth-Grade Magician?” Marchioness Cesia’s eyes were glassy and glazed over. “But this...”
“I... I don’t know, either!”
Dirk Norway pinched himself hard, wondering if he was hallucinating.
Meng Lei, a teenage boy under 16 years old!
Someone who was still a Fifth-Grade Magician a month ago!
He was actually casting a Ninth-Grade spell now!?
Oh my dragon god, are you kidding me?
“O... Old bro... He... He...”
Fatty Hart’s mouth was gaping so big that one could stuff a duck egg inside. Abbe and Tanna weren’t faring any better than him, either. Both of them were flabbergasted and dumbfounded.
As for the other few seniors, all of them looked even more as if they had just seen a ghost, and they couldn’t take their eyes off the sight. They had never seen such a huge fireball in their entire lives!
“Heavenly Fire Meteor... Fall!”
As everyone watched, Meng Lei let out a loud shout. Ten blazing suns plummeted as though meteors and crashed viciously onto the ground.
Boom!
Amid a vast, apocalyptic explosion, the bright sky suddenly dimmed. Ten mushroom clouds as huge as mountains soared into the sky and blocked out the sunlight, tainting the sky!
Chapter 107: Fire God Descends, An Original Spell
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The sea of fire blazed furiously, roasting the ant tide, charring the lands, and also astounding everyone’s hearts!
Light from the fire danced on their faces, lighting up the horror in everyone’s eyes clearly.
From ninth-grade experts, like Dirk Norway and Marchioness Cesia, all the way to every ordinary soldier, everyone was astounded beyond belief.
“Ninth-Grade Spell... Heavenly Fire Meteor?”
A fourth-year senior suddenly exclaimed in astonishment, “That’s the fire-elemental Ninth-Grade Spell, Heavenly Fire Meteor! Oh my dragon god! That’s a ninth-grade spell!”
“N-ninth-grade spell? Are you sure?”
Another senior gasped, unable to believe what he was hearing.
“Ten suns in the sky, brilliant as shooting stars! A diameter of 100 meters, its flames blazing and burning the sky!” That senior gulped madly. “This spell in front of us is practically identical to the written description of Heavenly Fire Meteor. Aside from that, what else can it be?”
“B-but he’s just a first-year freshman! How can he possibly cast ninth-grade spells? Even the teachers in the academy can’t do that!”
“That... I wouldn’t know!”
Hart, Abbe, and Tanna’s hearts spasmed madly when they heard the seniors’ discussion.
Ninth-Grade Spell, Heavenly Fire Meteor?
Oh my dragon god!
That’s actually a ninth-grade spell?!
“Since when did old bro become so strong?” The fat on Hart’s face quivered as he said, “Also, doesn’t he only have thunder-elemental and earth-elemental magic talent? Where did he get that fire-elemental magic talent from?”
“He also has earth-elemental magic talent?” asked Dirk Norway as he spun around in astonishment.
Abbe and Tanna also looked at Hart.
“Yes, he does.” Fatty Hart nodded incessantly. “When term had just begun, he had attended earth-elemental magic classes with me. It was only after that that I found out he
