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There were six days in a week in Myers Continent. The seventh day after Salin arrived at the princess' residence was the day the school started.
Silva and Nelis weren't mages, so they didn't have the right to attend the class. They wouldn't understand even if they did. Fayern personally brought Salin to the school, which made the other low-level mages extremely envious.
The building of the school was completely different from that of a noble school. It was an open building, wide and clean like an altar in a temple. There were dozens of pillars around, and only a stone platform in the middle.
Fayern's seat was the closest to the center, and Salin sat beside him. The mages behind him were whispering.
"Who's that?"
"I don't know. I've never seen him before."
"Could he be Sir Fayern's student?"
"Nonsense. Don't you know Sir Fayern's taste? If he was willing to accept students, he would've done so long ago."
Salin had sharp senses, so he didn't mind hearing them. He understood these mages. Although they could listen to the guidance of a level-eight Magic Shooter every week, it couldn't compare to having a Great Mage by their side every day.
There were fine magic patterns on the stone platform, and an old man sat on it. Salin knew that this beardless old man was a level-eight Magic Shooter. The old man was resting with his eyes closed. When Fayern sat down, he suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were blue and extremely pure, without any impurities. He didn't even have the pressure of a powerhouse.
Salin sat beside Fayern and didn't say a word. He just waited quietly. The Magic Shooter's gaze stopped on him for a moment, then he closed his eyes and didn't speak.
The school suddenly quieted down, and Salin heard soft footsteps.
A figure walked up the stairs, and all the mages waited quietly. Salin saw that Princess Rex was wearing a sorcerer's robe. Her steps were light as she walked to Fayern's side and sat down on his right.
She said, "Time's up. Teacher, please start."
Although Salin was already used to the exaggerated strength in the princess' residence, he still couldn't believe it when he saw Princess Rex's mage robe. Princess Rex wore a gray mage robe with two magic symbols on her chest.
Fifth-level Mage?
According to Fayern, Princess Rex left Sacred Rock City at the age of seven, and lived in Bitter Water Prefecture for ten years, so she was only seventeen. A seventeen-year-old Great Mage?
Salin could not understand this. He could understand that the royal family had the greatest resources on the continent, and they could afford to spend them to nurture Magicians. However, since Princess Rex was chased out of Holy Rock City, why did she still receive such treatment?
If the Emperor didn't like her, he could just ignore her. Why would he give her, a level-eight Magic Shooter, a teacher?
But the Magic Shooter was about to start, so Salin did not dare to ask Fayern. The old man on the stone platform opened his eyes, smiled, and slowly said: "Today, I will teach you a water magic. Level 3 Ice Blade. "
No one dared to make any noise, but Salin could hear the breathing of hundreds of magicians. It was a strange feeling, and most people could not hide the disappointment in their hearts. Only a few people's breathing quickened. They were obviously excited. Only one person's breathing remained calm and unchanging. That was Princess Rex. As for Fayern, even though Salin was sitting right beside him, he couldn't feel Fayern's breathing or heartbeat.
Iceblade was just an ordinary level-three spell. There was nothing special about it. This spell could create crescent-shaped water elemental attacks of different sizes. In terms of attack power, it was still inferior to the fire element Firebird.
Salin could teach himself. He remembered the incantation and gestures of this spell, as well as some key casting factors. But he knew that this was definitely not what the Magic Shooter had taught him. The excited mages obviously understood this as well.
"Everyone knows that Fireball is the most common attack spell, and its power is also the greatest among spells of the same level. If studied in depth, Fireball can become a high-level spell as the magician levels up. But there's a famous saying that a magician who only knows how to shoot fireballs is not a good magician. "
The Magic Shooter's voice was calm and slow. Salin listened carefully, afraid that he would miss a word.
"Among the known spells, most have been tempered for tens of thousands of years and are irreplaceable. Fireball is a classic example. Today, I want to tell you that Fireball is not the only one. Fayern, you demonstrate. "
Fayern nodded and flicked his fingers. A blue fireball rose into the air and attacked the Magic Shooter on the stone platform.
The classroom was filled with gasps. The blue fireball had already surpassed the scope of low-level spells. Furthermore, this fireball was attacking in a curved trajectory, as if it was a firework that had gone out of control in the air.
A crescent-shaped blade instantly condensed in front of the Magic Shooter. It pierced through the air and collided with Fayern's blue fireball. It was as if the curved fireball had crashed into it by itself.
This Ice Blade did not level up, nor did it increase in strength because it was shot by a Magic Shooter. But Salin was shocked to see that Fayern's blue fireball dispersed soundlessly after being hit by the Ice Blade. That Ice Blade did not disappear. Instead, it slashed towards Fayern's head from above.
Fayern did not seem to feel anything. The Ice Blade disappeared from his forehead. The magical elements dispersed, but it did not cause any strong undulations.
The gasps of surprise disappeared. Fayern's Fireball was indeed surprising, but the Magic Shooter's ordinary Ice Blade had already exceeded the understanding of most magicians. The Magic Shooter's control of the Ice Blade was superb. He had used a low-level spell to destroy the attack of a high-level spell, and at the same time accurately hit the target. If Fayern had been an enemy, that Ice Blade would have sliced open his head, and not dissipated into thin air.
Most people immediately became enthusiastic again. If they could learn this spell, they would be able to possess a powerful attack even at a lower level.
"Who can tell me, how did I do it?" The Magic Shooter did not continue to demonstrate any techniques, but started to ask questions instead.
Salin did not raise his hand. He vaguely understood the Magic Shooter's technique, but could not explain it in detail.
"Master, Master Fayern's Fireball is a restrained type of spell. It will continuously accumulate power, and the further the distance, the stronger the attack. It can even devour the energy of some low-level magical shields. Such a spell's structure is loose in nature, and there are too many loopholes between the accumulated elements. As long as you cut through the loopholes, you will be able to completely destroy the fireball. "
A level-three magician answered boldly. The Magic Shooter nodded and said, "Very good, Andre. Who else can say something? "
"Master, water magic is unstable, but it is much more tenacious than earth magic. The low temperature of the Ice Blade will instantly reduce the vitality of the fire elements, making it easier to expose loopholes. "
"Scott, you're also right a little." The Magic Shooter said a few words of encouragement, and the magician called Scott also bowed happily, feeling very proud.
"Salin, tell me, what did you see in this spell?" The Magic Shooter suddenly called out his name, and Salin jumped in fright. He did not know how the Magic Shooter knew him.
Fayern snorted softly, and Salin suddenly understood. Fayern must have said something to the Magic Shooter. He said cautiously, "Master, this should involve some elemental calculations, I am unable to answer."
The lecture hall was dead silent. What was this Salin's background? The master would personally ask him. This kid was so tactless. It would have been fine if he had just given his opinion, but he actually said that he could not answer. What an idiot.
The Magic Shooter looked at Salin, and suddenly raised his hand, slowly releasing a Fireball. The Fireball flew towards Salin at an extremely slow speed. The orange-red Fireball was obviously controlled to the power of a level-two spell. Moreover, the Fireball's speed was pitifully slow, and it did not even have a magic lock.
Even an ordinary swordsman could dodge such an attack.
Salin raised his hand and released a series of Icicles. His Icicle Spell was already so practiced that he did not need to think, and he could release it instinctively.
The first Icicle collided with the Fireball, and with a sizzling sound, it dissipated. The second Icicle also did not escape the fate of being dispersed, and then the third, and the fourth.
Salin's Magic String had now completely evolved, and he could continuously release close to 50 level-one spells. He calculated quickly in his mind, and the Icicles almost never stopped. In a second, he had already released 30 Icicles.
The crowd once again burst into exclamations. Salin's Magic Release speed had already reached the theoretical limit. Was he still human? Wasn't his mental control too strong?
In theory, Instant Magic could be completed within 2 vibrations, but when it was released continuously, it involved preparing the next spell, and at the same time controlling the attack of the previous spell. When the third spell was released in a row, most people's Magic Release speed would slow down. This was because it was too dangerous. If one did not control it well, the spell would explode in one's hands.
Very few people could achieve the theoretical limit. Usually, such Mages had reached at least level-six, like Fayern. Now that this phenomenon had appeared on a level-two Mage, there was no doubt that this person was definitely Fayern's student, and that he had known the exam topic in advance, and had made sufficient preparations.
Even so, Salin's strength had made these Mages look at him in a new light. Because even if they knew the exam topic in advance, they would not be able to do this. This required a long period of practice, no distractions, and a strong mental strength as a backing.
The Fireball slowly approached Salin, and finally, when it collided with the forty-first Icicle, it was broken by Salin's Icicle, and dissipated in the air. Salin's Icicles also disappeared at the same time, and he let out a long breath. In just a second, his brain had almost reached the limit of calculation, and he had finally found the Fireball's weakness.
The Magic Shooter revealed a smile, and said to the Mages in the school, "Look, as long as you master the calculation, even a level-one spell can block the attack of a level-two spell. Level is not the only standard to measure magic. If I have enough time to calculate, even a Golden Sword Saint can be cut in half. "
Salin almost did not hear what the Magic Shooter said. He was still immersed in the calculation just now. Now, even if the Magic Shooter did not tell him, he also understood how the Magic Shooter had defeated Fayern's Fireball.
Figaro's Magic Formula! The weakness of any spell could be deduced using this formula. But the battlefield was ever-changing, and the spells released by every Mage would be different. How powerful was the ability to calculate the weakness of a spell in an instant!
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