“If memory serves me right, you haven’t even comprehended the universe’s momentum, so why have you gone straight to comprehending the laws of nature?”
Elsewhere, under a few staff members’ efforts, the fighting ring was restored to its original condition in no time. The host had only just announced the resumption of the challenge match when a silver figure lunged up into the ring.
This person wasn’t an unfamiliar figure. He was the other genius that Flit the 66th and the others had been discussing earlier—the 28-year-old sixth-year student from Fighting Dragon Academy, Francis Matthew.
“It’s him!”
“Why has he gone up the ring?”
“Isn’t he a victor? Who is he challenging?”
At the sight of Francis, Flit the 66th and the others looked at one another in confusion. Then, they looked at the muscular elderly man, their countenances puzzled. “President of Fighting Dragon, what’s Francis trying to do?”
The muscular elderly man shook his head with a wry smile. “I don’t know, either!”
“Meng Lei, I challenge you!”
“What the hell!?”
Meng Lei almost went berserk!
[1] Refers to a Chinese internet meme of the actor Ge You, where he is pictured half-lying, half-slouching lazily on the couch in a sitcom still
Chapter 135: Equally-Matched Opponents, A First-Class Spell Falls
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Francis stood tall and proud in the fighting ring, dressed in silver chainmail and holding a silver sword. With his long, slender figure and handsome features, even the reincarnations of Pan An1 and Song Yu2 couldn’t get any better than this.
The moment he went up into the ring, innumerable wealthy young ladies became starry-eyed with infatuation and almost started drooling.
“Wow! He’s so handsome...”
“He’s so good-looking!”
“That guy has really been blessed with a great face!”
Even Flit the 66th and the others in the private room couldn’t help marveling at how dashing Francis was.
Power was certainly revered in Heaven’s Vault Continent, but vanity was human nature. No matter where one went, good-looking people would always be at an advantage.
“What I find strange is that he’s actually challenging that little bastard. How interesting. Things are going to be interesting now!”
Flit the 66th drummed his fingers against the table lightly as a remarkably amused smile graced his lips.
“Indeed, Your Majesty. Between those two, one has a very deep comprehension of Ice momentum and hardly has a match among those below the Saint Domain realm.
“Whereas the other is even more of a mutant by straight-up comprehending the laws of nature, having the ability to do instant release of ninth-grade spells, and even has an impressive body. For them to go up against each other, this is certainly a match of equally formidable opponents and a clash of the titans.
“That little fellow Meng Lei has already comprehended fire-elemental laws of nature. In terms of pure talent alone, he edges out Francis by too much.
“His only disadvantages are a cultivation duration that’s too short and his status as a dual cultivator of magic and martial arts that has caused his cultivation specialization to become too broad.”
As the muscular elderly man stroked his beard, he said, “Because of this, he’s unable to raise his body, spiritual power, and magic power reserves to their peak. That’s how he has given Francis an opportunity to win.”
“Indeed! If Francis wants to defeat Meng Lei, now is indeed the best time for him to do so. Otherwise, once that little fellow cultivates his various attributes to their peak, he’ll go straight into the Saint Domain realm. By that time, Francis won’t hold any chances of victory anymore.”
As the academy presidents gave their evaluations of the situation one by one, looks of interest also showed in their eyes. In terms of one’s comprehension of the laws of nature, Meng Lei had evidently surpassed Francis—this was his merit.
On the other hand, his demerits were still the same—too young, a cultivation duration that was too short, and various attributes that hadn’t peaked yet. In these aspects, he was inferior to Francis.
If Francis wished to defeat Meng Lei, this was the best, as well as the last, opportunity for him to do so.
...
Meng Lei wasn’t aware of the discussion taking place in the private room. He was currently raging mad and had the urge to go berserk, as well as the urge to beat someone up.
As he walked step by step up into the ring, Meng Lei cast a glance at Francis, and then he turned to look at the contestant benches before saying, “If there’s anyone else that also wants to challenge me, all of you can come at me together!”
(⊙o⊙)
Despite the fact that Meng Lei wasn’t very loud, his voice still traveled throughout the whole arena and reached everyone’s ears clearly.
Everyone was stunned.
“What did that little fellow say?”
Thinking that he had misheard, Flit the 66th dug his ears a couple of times. The academy presidents also looked at one another in silence.
“If there’s anyone else that also wants to challenge me, all of you can come at me together!”?
What the heck?
Was that something a person should be saying?
“That kid is a little too arrogant.” The muscular elderly man had an awful look on his face. “How dare he humiliate Francis like that? He’s too much!”
“To think he’s actually so full of himself when he’s so young. Are all geniuses’ personalities that warped and weird...”
This time, even President Fred didn’t know what he should say anymore. Frankly speaking, even he himself felt that Meng Lei was full of himself.
This was clear, blatant humiliation of Francis.
And true enough, Francis had indeed gone berserk. His eyes were freezing cold, and a biting chill that reached all the way to one’s bones burst forth from his eyes. “You have a death wish, don’t you?”
His cold, distant voice was still echoing in the arena when Francis
